"Sure! I'd love to be your friend."
We kept walking to the office. When we got there, Carson and I walked in, startling the secretary.
"Good morning Mrs. Price, this is Carson, he needs his schedule and locker number and combination, please."
"One moment please." She walked into the back of the office, where a filing cabinet was. She opened a drawer and pulled out some papers. Then she walked to her computer and pulled up some documents and printed them out. She then retrieved them from the printer, stapled them together, except for the schedule, and handed them to Carson.
"Thank you Mrs. Price." Said Carson politely.
Carson turns to me and we head out the door, me gesturing to his schedule, silently asking if i could see it.
"Okay, you're locker is number 223, the good thing is that it's near mine, bad news is that it is nowhere near most of your classes, but you'll carry most of your stuff in your backpack. As for your classes, you have Honors Algebra with Mr. Knott, Biology with Miss Golding, Honors Spanish with Mrs. O'Conner, World Geography with Mrs. Thompson, Honors English with Mr. Lowe, Art with Mrs. Sanders, and PE with Coach Marshall. I can show you where all the classrooms are."
I then proceeded to show Carson where his locker and classes were. By the rime we walked up to Mr. Knott's classroom, the bell had rung.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of The Average Teenager
Teen FictionBecause I got bored. I changed parts of the third chapter because I realized I was writing Carson's schedule.
