Rumors

Meeting the Girls.

Only a couple of days passed and Bridget had been invited to sit with someone at lunch. Maggie, the incredibly nice girl that she had met in first period, had started a conversation with her asking about her family and interests. Bridget had excitedly went along with it.  

"Would you like to sit with me and my friends during lunch?" Maggie questioned. Mr. Banner had lead them to the science labs - which were downstairs, just as Robin had said - and was explaining about how they would be coming here every morning instead of going to the classroom for now on.

Bridget looked at Maggie in surprise, gratitude shining in her eyes. "I, uh, would like to, but I usually go to the library during lunch."

She didn't even have to think about worrying if Maggie would be offended, because the girl just quirked her lips in a half smile and nodded her understanding. "I get it. Just tell me if you'd like to sit with us tomorrow or any other day after."

Bridget agreed with a small smile and turned to listen to Mr. Banner. The man was gesturing wildly and talking animatedly, talking about how the students would be starting simple lab experiments the next week. Bridget perked up at this information, since she enjoyed working with hands-on things rather than having to think through stuff. She found it to be incredibly fun, using her hands, especially since she was better at working that way.

"And before anyone asks," Mr. Banner chuckled, winking at the class. "We will not be dissecting any frogs."

Bridget was thankful for that information. Her seventh grade science class had dissected a rat and she had ended up fainting because of it. Cutting open animals was not at all appealing to her, despite her fascination when they dissected owl droppings in sixth grade. But there was a major difference between slicing an animal open and slicing poop open.

Robin walked around the room, sliding papers in front of the students. When he set a few in front of Bridget, he lightly patted her shoulder before continuing on. Bridget bit her lip and looked at what the papers said.

'Lab Rules & Regulations', 'Lab Contract', 'Lab Syllabus', 'Lab Expectations'. Each paper needed a signature from the student and teacher, while the contract needed a signature from the parents, too.

"The rules, the syllabus, and the expectation sheets are to go in the first three pages of your composition notebooks," announced Mr. Banner, holding the pages up in his hands. He reached down and grabbed the contract and waved it in the air. "Once you get the contracts signed by your parents, then it will go into the fourth page. After that, five pages will be dedicated to the table of contents."

Everyone listened, grabbing glue sticks from the baskets at the end of the lab stations and gluing the pages down in the proper places. Mr. Banner walked around, signing the papers once students finished. Bridget signed her own name under his, pen smoothly gliding over the page.

Class went by, with Mr. Banner reading through the papers and going over everything with them. When the bell rang, Maggie and Bridget walked to their next classes together, what with them being right next to each other. French class passed by in what seemed like minutes, with Madam Laurane excusing them in French. Algebra dragged by. At the end, Bridget was rushing just as quickly as her classmates out the door as Coach Hawkins yelled at them to remember their supplies tomorrow.

Lastly was Dance before lunch started, and Bridget had a lot of fun stretching with Coach Taylor and the rest of the class. Coach Taylor was an incredibly sweet woman who knew how to catch and hold the attention of students, which Bridget respected. Her last Dance coach had been really rude, snapping at the students for minor missteps.

Finally, though, lunch came around. Bridget wasn't sure if she wanted to take Maggie up on her offer. She knew she wasn't going to accept it today, since she did need to return the books she had read and check out new ones. But tomorrow? Or the day after? She just didn't know.