A Smile For A Penny (Under Revision)

There's Always One

As I walk in the building, Derek and his friends greet three other girls, who give me a once over.

I look down figuring that if I keep up the tiny innocent little girl act then maybe I could use it when I really needed it. "Izzy!" I guess I dozed off.

I reply "yeah?"

Derek looks at me and says, "go to that room right there and the counselor will give you your schedule. Meet me back here at the end of the day, so I can give you a lift home."

I just smile and nod, walking towards the room he pointed to. When I get there a sweet old lady who go's by 'Mrs. Bolton' smiles and asks for my name.

She types it into the computer and moments later a sheet of paper slowly makes its way out if the white printer. She grabs it and write down a few things before handing it to me.

"This has all your classes and your locker number with its combination. If you need anything at all feel free to come to me Isabelle."

I smile and comment, "You can call me Izzy ma'am."

She smiles again and with that I walk out back into the hallway. "Hey! Look out!" A male voice says, before a football come spiraling towards me. I catch it before it can hit my face.

"Woa!" Another voice calls out. I smirk and throw the ball back to the brunette boy who threw it. He smiles and runs up to me as I start to walk away.

"Hey, I'm chris! That was a wicked catch!" I just smile and continue walking. "Wait! What's your name?"

"I'm Izzy." Remembering that I am supposed to pretend to be sweet and innocent.

He smiles and holds out his hand. I shake it and smile. "So what do you have first hour?" I pull out my schedule and look.

"Umm... I have a study lab with Mrs. Green. What about you?"

He smiles before saying, "same! Wanna walk there with me?" I nod,

god this kid is way to perky, and too nice. We walk up to a room and he holds the door open for me. I thank him and walk in. "So you can sit by me today, but she is most likely going to give us asigned seats." Thank god.

I just smile. This kid is nice. But nice doesn't get you far. "okay." I say twirling a strand of my bangs

An old lady who looks like Mr. Crocker from Farley odd parents, walks in and begins talking. "Students, tomorrow we will have a seating chart, so don't get comfortable with your current placement." A few groans rise but other than that no one says anything.
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