It had started out normally, I had walmed out to the table half dressed. My soggy bowl of cereal awaited me at the table, Dad and Martha already gone. Joann sat at the counter with her miror making sure he makeup looked good."Don't you have something better to do than check how you look every five minutes?" I blurted with morning breath. With that comment, she picked up her stuff, flipped her hair, and walked away. As the morning progressed, I gradually awoke and made my way to the bus, or as I like to call it, the tin can with wheels. I walked down the aisle, looking for the available spot. I spotted one next to a kid with pale skin and dark brown, almost black hair. I plopped my stuff down and sat looling out the window the boy sat next to. When we arrived at school, I picked up my stuff, walked of the bus, and sighed as the kids rushed passed me. As I began to walk into the school myself, a girl with olive skin and tannish brown hair bumped into me, making me drop all of my stuff. "I'm sorry," I said as she walked passed me. I gently picked up my stuff and brushed the dirt off, stariting to head toy own class. As I arrived at the door, my teacher pullede aside. I was nervous. Never had I gotten into trouble. "Jacob Morgans, your new seat will be seat number seven, please sit there until I tell you otherwise," Mrs. Heecker told me. I was confused and didnt really understand, but I did as I was told. As I walked to my new seat, I noticed something, it was in the middle of two people, the boy on the bus and the girl who bumped into me. My bags hit the floor with a solid thud and I sat down. My head turned to the right to look more clearly at the girl.who made me drop my books, her eyes seemed to be a rich green, maybe like a field of grass. The sticker on her desk read "Zoey". "Zoey," I repeated in my mind, then in a wisper, letting each letter roll off my tounge. She was a a skinny girl, maybe around four foot seven. I slowly turned my head in the other direction, trying to get a better look at the boy who was on the bus. His arm covered his name. ,He seemed to be a little on the chuby side, but he was built like a middle school football player. His eyes seemed to be almost a lifeless gray color, his nose small and pointed. I went to look away, but before I could, he spoke, "hey I seen you on the bus this morning," he paused for a moment, as if trying to remember something important, " you seem to like the windows, by the way my name is Sam." Sam looked at me as if waiting for a response, I waited a moment trying to think of how to approach the conversation. "Hello Sam, I am Jacob, but if you want you can call me Jake for short." He smiled and faced the board, I did the same, not wanting to be caught by the teacher. As the time slugged on, Sam and I periodically passed notes about ourselves whike the teacher wrote notes on the board. When the bell rang for lunch, we started laughing and talking the whole way. By the time we reached the
