A large field was the first thing I saw. My new school is certainly bigger than my old school. The bus pulled over and we went down.
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Oh my god it's been so long"
Students went and met up with each other and all I heard was bits of their wonderful vacations of traveling around the world.
I came from a simple household. Nothing fancy but I did attend a nearby private school. My dad was an orthopedic surgeon who studied abroad. I guess he wanted to make me to take up the same path so I ended up getting transferred to a prestigious International School.
I glanced at my watch 7:30.
"Okay I think I'll be early". I looked at my class schedule and I have home room in 5 MINUTES. I hurried around asking people where the heck Room 20 was. I found it just in time.
When I went in class the only chair available was a chair in front. The bell rang and I guess class officially started. My teacher looked a bit tired. He looked like he was in his late 50s I mean he clearly had a large bald spot. His name was on the whiteboard in all caps MR. SMITH. Anyway he took attendance
"Sarah Jordan"
"Present" a girl shouted excitedly
"Tom Kim"
"present" a boy whispered
.....
This continued until he reached my name
"Oh we have a new student, Patrick Merco. Stand up so everyone can see you"
I stood up nervously. "Hello.. I'm Patrick Merco."
"Tell us something about yourself" Mr. smith asked
*Snicker*
I could hear people laugh. I guess it was the way he said about? His Canadian accent was pretty thick.
"Well I came from an all boys private school. It's called NorthMont. I studied there for 9 years but before that I studied in America because my Dad was still studying"
"Okay thanks for sharing" Mr Smith said happily
I sat down and Mr Smith continued taking attendance. The person to my left was wearing a hoodie he seems to be sleeping. The person to my right was a girl with glasses. She attentively listened to Mr Smiths orientation.
Mr Smith left the classroom 10 minutes earlier and everyone just started talking.
"Hey you said you came from NorthMont right"? The girl beside me asked"
"Umm yeah"
"Oh well my names Megan and one of my friends studies there"
"Oh what's his name"?
"Ryan"
My eyes beamed up "Ryan Temilon"
"Yeah that guy we were in the same elementary and we moved to different High Schools"
The two of us talked for the rest of home room. The bell rang and we had to change rooms my next class is Writing. I went in Room 30.
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Warm
RandomI wrote this because I had free time after class suspension. My friend's "love life" inspired me to write this. It's a really late and heavily unedited so please bear with it
