After being checked into Corvallis Farm Home High School And Psychiatric Hospital (dubbed Psych-School or C.P.H.S. by the other patients), Magena Mai Abque is forced to come to terms with her past and present mental state. Stuck in the middle of no...
Unlike I had predicted, school here as about the same as it was back at home. The school district I was in has an identical curriculum to whatever school district I was in now.
Eventually, the classrooms filled up. I remember reading the pamphlet and it had said something about smaller class sizes. When I imagined smaller class sizes, I'd imagined more than just sixteen kids, including me.
Mr. Diaz began the class with a greeting, an introduction to our lessons for the trimester, and a course syllabus. He passed them out to everybody. When I got mine, I skimmed it. A lot of our lessons included the holocaust and other terrible past events. Mr. Diaz told us to put the syllabus away because he didn't want to spend a lot of time going over it.
The majority of the class time, Mr. Diaz was talking about the rules on attendance, food, headphones, etc. During that time, I took out my sketchbook and began drawing. I just couldn't pay attention very well. besides, nothing he was saying was life changing or important enough to absorb.
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As I was walking to my second-period class, I stopped by the student photo posters. There were pictures of the honor role students, football, cheerleaders, soccer, choir, band, etc. For some reason, something in me wanted to look at all the people who were better than me. As my eyes scanned the pictures of some portraits of other sophomores, a particular boy caught my eye.
He was way cute, but also undoubtedly way out of my league. Then again, a packet of mustard from Wendy's is probably also out of my league. Regardless, he stood out from the others. At least, to me, he did.
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I was brought back into reality when some kid bumped into me, trying to get to class. I needed to get to class, myself. Shaking my head, I went up the main hall and turned the corner to my second-period geometry class.
Guess who was there?
Was it....
a.) Harambe
b.) Tyler Joseph
c.) Behemoth
d.) The boy I just mentioned
Unfortunately, it wasn't Harambe, Tyler Joseph, or Behemoth. Fortunately, it was the boy I'd just mentioned. Even more fortunately, the seating chart had me sitting next to him. I quietly took my seat. And then , the unthinkable happened.
"Hey." The boy said. I didn't believe he was talking to me. But, again he said "Hey." I looked over at him. He was smiling. "Hi, I'm Max Dean."He put out his hand to shake. I shook his hand. "And you are..?"
"Oh, I'm um.." For a second I forgot my own freaking name. Good job. Say something! I said to myself. "I'm Magena Abeque." I smiled out of anxiety and shyness. Max Dean. I thought. I liked it.
"Cool. Are you new?" He asked me. I nodded. "Is this your first day?"
"No, it's my..third, I think."
"Oh, ow. So, you are really new." He said. "What house are you from? I'm from McTeuge."
"F.E."
"Cool. Well, welcome to the Farm Home." He smiled.
