Morph

Chapter Eleven: A Day Of Classes

First full day at Jenning's.

My insides were like a stew of feelings- excitement for the meat, nervousness for the beans, with a whole bunch of other feelings jumbled inside there. 

And, for the record, I would never eat that stew.

Lauren, Megan, and I had compared schedules at breakfast. Turns out, we all have classes together except for our two electives. For our first elective, Lauren and I have Cooking together, but Megan has Theatre. For our second elective, none of us are in the same class. Lauren has Theatre, I have Journalism, and Megan has Photography.

First period, we all have Math. Math is my least favorite subject by far. 

We walked into the Math classroom and found that it was pretty much just a normal room with a whiteboard, a screen for PowerPoints and videos, a couple bookshelves, and desks. 

Our teacher, an older lady with white hair and wrinkles named Mrs. Griffin, seemed very strict. She gave us a lot of notes to take (on the first day!) and we even have two sheets (front and back) of homework, just from Math. She yelled at Lauren for falling behind in the notes when she politely asked Mrs. Griffin to slow down. 

The whole class was relieved when we were finally dismissed.

"Now it's time for..." I checked my schedule. "Social Studies."

We walked into Social Studies and took three seats next to each other. The Social Studies classroom was almost identical to the Math one, but the desks were rearranged in a different order and the bookshelves held blue textbooks instead of red ones. 

The teacher walked into the room just as class was starting and introduced herself as Ms. Hall. She was young with dark skin and wavy black hair. She was tall and skinny, and she was smiling. She already looked better than Mrs. Griffin, and class had just started.

As class went on, we discovered that she was, in fact, much nicer than our Math teacher. We played a game to get to know our classmates, where we say our names and try to remember the names said before us. The winner, a girl named Isabella, got candy.

Third period was our first elective period. Lauren and I got lost on the way to Cooking, and arrived a couple minutes late, but thankfully the teacher, a short and slightly plump lady with short brown hair, understood. Her name was Ms. Kelly. 

We didn't get to do much on the first day, but Lauren and I were both really excited for future Cooking classes. We met up with Megan after that, and it turns out Megan had a great time in Theatre, too. 

"Awesome, I can't wait for my Theatre class then." Lauren said, as she was taking Theatre as her second elective.

"Theatre sounds like fun." I said. "I almost wish I had it."

"Well, you have Cooking and Journalism, and those both sound really fun." Megan said.

"That's true." I agreed.

Science was next, and after that we all had lunch in the Mess Hall. Language Arts was after that, and then was sixth period, which was Animals 101, which was a required class to learn about different animals and their environments for when we're in our Morph forms. The point of it is if we're ever stuck in the wild, we can survive by turning into our Morph form and doing what they do in their natural environment. I don't think I'll ever need it, but it's required.

After Animals 101 was our last class of the day and the second elective block. I made my way to Journalism while Lauren went to Theatre and Megan to Photography.

Our Journalism teacher was male, and in his mid-thirties, if I were to guess. He had sideburns and a beard to match, all a dark brown. He was tall. His name was Mr. Martin.

"Just because it's your first day don't expect to have no work." Mr. Martin said. "We're going to be looking at famous journalists in history, so get out your notebook. You're going to take notes, but light notes."

We were 35 minutes into class when I stumbled, and my notebook flew off my desk and onto the ground. I reached out to grab it where it lay open on the floor, but another hand grabbed it before I could. Confused, I looked up- and blushed, for the hand belonged to a cute boy sitting next to me.

"I believe this is yours?" He handed my notebook to me.

"Uh, yeah, um, thanks." I said, still blushing. I took back my notebook and lay it on my desk.

"There are doodles on the corners of the pages." He said. "For the record, you're a really good artist. Are you taking art first elective?"

I shook my head. "Cooking. But, um, thanks. I mean, for the compliment."

"Anytime." He smiled and turned back to his work.

OMG!!! I screamed in my head.

I just talked to a really cute boy!! And he said I was a good artist!!

"Miss, unless you're daydreaming about Margaret Bourke-White, I suggest you snap out of it and do your work." Mr. Martin scolded me.

I snapped out of it immediately and returned to my work, embarrassed.