What If...

Chapter Seven

Maya's POV

I walked into my Biology classroom to see almost every seat empty. I thought I had the right class, but this can't be right. The bell rings in two minutes letting all teachers know to take attendance, so where is everyone? The seat right in front of the door was cold to the touch, just like all other desks, I still have no idea what these things are made out of. My schedule was tucked into the pocket on the side of my backpack where a water bottle is supposed to sit so I reached back and pulled it out. The room number was posted on the small window next to the door, but it faced outside. I walked back outside and looked at the number and then down at my schedule, then back up at the number. It was a match.

"Excuse me." A girl shoved by me and walked into the room I was just in. I stepped aside realizing I was in the way of the door and pulled my phone out to text Haley. No service, of course. As I entered the classroom again I noticed there wasn't even a teacher in here.

"Is this even the right room?" Some girl was talking to herself. I think it was the girl that shoved by me after saying 'excuse me'. "Hey you! The girl that was in my way. Is this Ms. Hauloway's Biology room? And just to clarify it is fifth hour right?" Great, now she is talking to me.

"Umm, yeah I think it is. That is what I was checking when you shoved past me." I kind of glared at her and she just smiled.

"Sorry about that. This is my first time in a public school and all my friends that were already here just told me to be rude and shove or else I will get trampled and shoved myself." What kind of advice is that? I think this girl needs new friends. Not me though, oh God not me. The girl still considered the new girl hanging out with and showing the real new girl around would not be smart. Actually, I can't say that because besides the encounter with that jackass group of guys, high school is so different than middle school. No one cares or takes the time to bully or make fun of others. It may just be because it's the first day of school so everyone is just getting used to their new life for the next nine and a half months and learning their schedules, but I doubt it.

"Oh. That advice is complete crap; don't you think? Wouldn't you rather make friends instead of pushing them into a locker? I mean do what you have to do to get to your classes, but don't shove someone after saying excuse me. Give them time to move." I blocked her out after that. She sat in the front row so I moved to the back and sat in the middle seat of a group of three. There were other kids in the room still, maybe five of them, but they didn't even look up when me and the girl started talking.

The room was set up weirdly, but I kind of liked it. There were five rows and each row had six desks in it, but they were split into two groups of three with a walk way down the middle. I was sitting in the last row and in the middle seat to the left of the room if you were looking from the back of the room. The back of the room had two windows and posters all over them of different biology related things, like photosynthesis and different life forms. There was one that showed the evolution of humans from a single celled organism that spammed across the whole wall; it was at the very top.

I was too busy looking at the posters to realize the room was filling up and before I knew it the bell rang and knocked me out of my train of thought. I looked to my left and right and saw the seats were now taken. Haley was to my left, in the corner of the back. The door was in front of us, also to the left of the room. I wonder why she didn't say anything to me when she sat down. I looked back to my right to see who was there. I first saw the organized desk that had a notebook in the exact middle with two mechanical pencils in the little dip at the top of the desk, that was made for pencils and pens and markers and crayons and any writing utensil I guess. I had nothing on my desk. My backpack that held my notebook and pencils was hanging on the back of the chair.