Kidnapped For Free (editing but still updating)

Who Invented Basketball?!

Frost in December, flowers in May,
Do I have to have gym class on the first day?!

There I was, in the principal's office, on my first day covered in paint. Along with him. I'm betting you would like to know what happened. Well shall we begin the flashback...?

Sal had already applied a week before I started at Springman High School. Apparently the principle was very impressed with his resume. I was surprised to hear this since I hadn't seen Sal work at all in the last month I had been with him. It wasn't like there wasn't time. Anyway, that's a different story. Well, it's the same story, just a different part...you know what never mind.

I had gotten my schedule and was trying to find my way to class. Unlike the school where I had met Sarah and John (who apparently were Juniors), I didn't get a guide to kindly show me around.

I finally found my first class, which was Chemistry. There was still five minutes before class started as I slid into my seat beside a girl who was busily drawing in a sketchbook.

"Hi, I'm April. Welcome to Mr. Damon's chem class. Just so you know, we all lovingly call him the Demon," My lab partner had beautiful blond curls that did not friz or poof. Her eyes were a sweet chocolate brown and she was rocking a simple white blouse, skinny jeans, and flats.

"Hi, I'm Sunita," I smiles back.

"So, are you new? I don't believe I've seen you before. If you are, you can sit with me and my gang at lunch," She was sketching a beautiful ball gown. Her fingers, I noticed, were stained with pencil marks from shading and rubbing.

"Um, yeah, that'd be great. I was dreading having to go to lunch. By the way can you tell me where the gym is? I have to go there after this class."

"Ooo, bad luck having gym on your first day. That makes it hard to put together a good outfit for a good impression," She looked me up and down and smiled, "But you did a pretty job."

I flipped my hair and grinned back, "Thanks!" I was wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a light blue shirt with a simple design. My uncontrollable hair was straightened with a headband holding it back and my eyes were accented with a subtle stroke of eyeliner.

"So, you just want to take a left and go straight until you get to the ramp. Go down it, take a right and keep going straight until you see the 'girl's locker room' sign."

"Thanks so much."

"What's your locker number? I'll meet you there after fourth period so that we can go to lunch together," April asked me as our teacher walked in and shut the door.

"Oh, um, hold on," I fumbled for the paper which had my locker number and combo on it, "It's number 123...that makes it easier for me!"

She gave a small giggle and put her sketchbook away as Mr.Damon took the floor.

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The bell rang and I quickly scurried out of class after saying a quick goodbye to April.

"Oh god! Was I supposed to take a right after the ramp? Or a left? Or go straight?!" I thought hard, "Left? I'm pretty sure she said left. It was left," I took a left.

When the classrooms didn't lead to a gym or the locker rooms, I stopped. Was I going the right way?
The warning bell rang. I had two minutes to get to class and I had no idea where to go. I turned a random corner and ran smack into someone. This was the HIM I mentioned before the flashback. All my books tumbled out of my arms and I fell on my butt.