I Don't Really Know...

Chapter 1: Blah, Blah, Blah, and Chalk

As I surveyed the high school for the first time, I only thought one word over and over again.

 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

 

I grimaced, and walked to the front desk.  

 

“Hi, I’m the new kid...uhh...right, yeah...” I stammered.

 

“Yes, yes, hello!  Welcome.  Your name, please?” the sweet lady replied to me.

 

“Uh, Zoie--” I immediately stop, seeing movement out of the corner of my eye.  

 

His hair, black like ink.  His eyes, the color of emerald green-they were sparkling with mischief.  He had a lean build, but he was definitely strong.  My eyes followed him, but I swiftly returned my eyes to the lady trying to give me the information about the school.  I rolled my eyes to myself.

 

“Your name?” the lady reminded me.  Oh, right, that.

 

“Right!  Ok, um...Zoie Linda.  Sorry, but who is that?”  I point to the boy, who was slowly walking out of the office.  The lady smiled, looking at me suspiciously.

 

“That, my dear, is Ash Lindon.  He’s British.  Cute, huh?” the woman wiggled her eyebrows at me.

 

“I guess...” I replied, kind of boggled at the lady’s reaction.  She dug around on a few heaping piles of the front counter, and took found a packet of information, guessing, for me.  She placed the papers on the table.

 

“This is your schedule.”  She took out a pen, and clicked it open, circling all of the important information on the sheet.

 

“First, you will have your specials classes.  Those are art, gym, general music, life skills, health, and so forth.  You will be alternating between all of these.  You have two specials every morning.  For your first special, you will either have art, health, general music, or life skills.  We have 4 days, Day 1, 2, 3, and 4.  On Day 1, for you, you have general music.  On Day 2, you have art, and Day 3 is life skills.  Lastly, you have health on Day 4.  Here’s your regular classes in this schedule, like math and science, classes like that.  Best of luck!  Have a great day!  And let me know if that Ash talks to you.”

 

“Yeah....” I smiled.  “Well, thanks.  Bye.”

 

As I walked out of the office, I pulled my schedule out of my agenda.  Gym.  Great.  I groaned impassively and started to walked to the gymnasium.  I started to finally get a good look at the school.    I saw a girl walk out, and she was all sweaty.  Her face was shining with beads of sweat.

 

“It’s bloody murder in there, I’ll tell ya.  Be careful of the gym teacher, Mrs. Tigar.  Bye.”  She walked past me.  I looked into the gym and gulped.  Why, why was gym legal?  I walked in through the double doors, and came face-to-face with an angry looking lady.