The Story of Us

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 I swear she was going 60 miles an hour! We were there in less than 5 minutes. It was 7:35 by the time we got there, so we had 10 minutes to get acquainted with our new school. We know all the people, other than the seniors, since everyone else went to junior high with us at one time. When we got there, Malarie’s smile was ear-to-ear.

“Your Mom is so cool!”

“Despite the fact we’re almost late and have ten minutes to find our way through the whole school...” I say under my breath. We walk towards the entrance. There were gigantic double doors, with columns, hallways, and trees. It was beautiful! There was a big cement sign above the main doorway that says, “Emerson High Prep School”. We walked inside, and found ourselves in a long hallway with multiple doors. In between the doors, were lockers. Lockers! Finally, the lockers at our junior high were taken away the year before we got there. It had something to do about students “abusing their privileges”, whatever that means. At the end of the hallway, there was a big, long, cement desk, with a tiny plaque that said, “Main desk”. Malarie and I looked at each other, nodded, and started walking towards the desk.

“May I help you?” The plump woman who sat at the desk asked, with a big smile on her face.

“Yes, I’m Phoebe Williams, and this is Malarie Valentine. We're freshmen and were wondering if we could get our class schedules and locker combinations.” I asked politely.

“Well of course! I just love new students! My name is Mrs. Pearl! You are going to love it here at Emerson High!” She said with a lot of enthusiasm. She started humming and looking through her desk drawers.

“Ah! Here you are, Miss Williams, and Miss Valentine, have a great day!” She said as she shooed us off. I looked at my packet, which was a manila folder with my name on the tab. I opened it up, and saw several college brochures, and papers.

“Sheesh!” Malarie says, as she looks through her folder. “We’re only freshmen!” I laughed at that, knowing that I already had planned out what college I want to go to, and she is still has no idea where she’s going to go. On one of the papers, it had my locker combination: 31, 6, 75, easy enough. I grabbed a pink sharpie out of my bag and wrote it on the underside of my forearm. My locker number was F 341. Next, my class schedule.

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1) Mrs. Madeline

French 1 AB

JM 201

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2) Mr. Lubes

Geometry 1 B

JS 105

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 3) Free Period/ Study Hall

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4) Mr. Parker

English

JM 103

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Lunch

Cafeteria

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5) Mr. Garner

American History

JS 101

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6) Coach Wright

Physical Ed.

MJ 101

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7) Miss Shannon

Art 1 AB

JS 203

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8) Mr. Carbellas

Biology

JM 102

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Great. Just great. This will take me the whole year to memorize! I thought.

“Phoebe! Show me your schedule already!” Malarie shouted at me.

“Here, take mine and give me yours.” I told her. We had all of our classes together! That hasn’t happened since the 6th grade!

“We have French, Geometrey, Study hall...wait- we have every single class together!” I said. She was biting her lip and jumping up and down. I could tell she was trying not to scream. We are so lucky, I don’t know what I would do if I had to do this all alone. I looked at my iphone 4S, and put it on vibrate. We had 1 more minute! We started walking to French, so we could get there first and introduce ourselves to the teacher. Right as we walked up to the door, the first bell rang. This year, our passing periods are 6 minutes, since the campus is so big. We slowly walked inside the classroom, unsure what the edicut was for high-school students. A tall, slim woman, with light blonde hair clipped up, stands in front of the white board. I walk up to Mrs. Madeline, while Malarie plops down in the front row, and puts her binder on the seat to her left to save it for me.

“Hi Mrs. Madeline, I am Phoebe Williams.” And with that, I shook her hand.

“Well, good morning Phoebe! Nice to meet you. Have a seat; students will be filling in quickly.” She says with a smile. Phew, at least I made a good impression. I sit down in the seat Malarie saved for me.  She gives me thumbs up. Mrs. Madeline was right, as soon as I sat down, it seems like everyone started coming in. I am surprised how little freshmen are in this class. Malarie sat quietly, and we exchanged excited looks until the tardy bell rang.

“Bonjour, class!” She exclaimed. I sat and listened to her describe a summarized version of what we will learn this year. She handed out the syllabus, and excused us to pack up. The bell rang, and we all shuffled to get out of the classroom. One down, seven to go.