high school adventures of an "edgelord"

Books, Pencils, and Boys?

LONGEST CHAPTER EVER!

My mom woke me up and told me to go get ready for school. I didn't want to 'get dressed' or 'go to school'. I wanted to just sink into my mattress until no one could see me anymore, apparently, I had no choice so, I got up, stretched, and walked over to my dresser and picked out my back-to-school outfit (shown above). I just finished pulling my boots on when my mom calls, "Melanie! Breakfast is ready!" I was excited, so I ran down the stairs, I almost fell, but I caught myself. I reached our southern-country kitchen, it was so cozy, I loved it. The aroma of the food was amazing, while waiting, I ran my hand over the rivets in the barn-wood island. She handed me the steaming-hot plate of food and I basically inhaled it, just to calm my nerves. I ran back upstairs grabbed my purse, backpack, and phone. I slipped my phone into my purse and headed out the barn door to the road and walked to my bus stop.

I sat on the bus seat, alone, of course, and tried to act cool and relaxed instead of nervous but, I don't think it worked. In this environment, I felt out-of-place like a fish out of water. I watched the scenery outside fly by as the bus flew down the streets, picking up kids along its way. I saw the immense high school and it looked very scary. A few minutes later, the bus pulled up slowly to the red overhang and the door flew open and the teens flooded out the bus. I was the last one off because I wanted to be alone and not squished against a stranger. I reach the gym doors that said "Southwest High School" and pushed one open and walked inside to the bleachers and sat alone on the first row.

About 25 minutes later, the bell rings and everyone creates a stampede and floods out the doors to their first blocks. "Am I the only one who doesn't know their first block?" I whispered to myself. I walk around everyone and I know I look confused and scared. The guidance counselor stopped me and asked if I had my schedule yet. I shook my head and she told me to follow her into her office. We sat down and she asked for my name, Melanie Delacore, she typed it in with inhuman speed. She clicked with the mouse a few more times before she reached over to her printer and grabbed a sheet of paper that had tons of writing on it. I see the schedule below me on the desk and she turns back around and explains it to me, it doesn't seem terribly difficult to figure out. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk out of the counselor's office and I murmur the teachers names to myself while walking to my first block, " 1st is reading with Mrs. Anne, 2nd is math with Mr. Grove, 3rd is social studies with Mr. Roman and finally, 4th is science with Mr. Newland. And then there's my homeroom teacher, Mr. Freeman. Well, I've got 15 minutes to get to class, let's not be late. I walk down the hallway to my first class. I reach the door, I place my hand on the metal door handle and opened the door to my first class.

Mrs. Anne stopped talking when I walked in the room. Everyone's eyes were on me and it was very awkward for me. I didn't like all the attention because I was late, she turned to me and said, "Sweetie, Welcome, and you are...." I told her my name and she said, "Oh! Yes, I have a spot reserved for you right... here!" Mrs. Anne smiled at me with her freckle-splattered face and red curly hair. After I got sat down at this group of 4, including me, I pulled out my favorite horse book, it was part of a series called, Canterwood Crest. I also grabbed my baby-blue mechanical pencil and looked up at Mrs.Anne's face and listened to her hour-long lecture about language arts, rules of the classroom, and reading. Most likely one of the most boring classes ever, no one talked to me and all the boys seemed to pretend like I wasn't there, also, Mrs. Anne would talk and talk and talk. That woman would not shut up!

2nd block was even worse! Mr. Grove is an older man who seems to absolutely hate his job as a teacher. He has a very angry voice and the kids in his class are just plain out rude and so I can almost see why he hates his job. All we did was do very simple algebra worksheets and write our times facts. I snuck my book out from under my desk and read it because it was so boring! Their was this one boy that looked familiar to me but I've seen many faces so I just didn't take it into consideration. Then I realized he was my middle-school friend who I would always hang out with. His name was Levi Abercrombie and he had jet black hair that was combed over and styled using hair gel. He's 6'2 and is very strong, he would always reach things for me when I couldn't reach them. He was a very good friend. We made eye contact and I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me and I bet the same thing happened to him. Levi kept glancing over at me and I did the same while tapping my foot against the floor, waiting for the bell to ring for 3rd block.