"HARVEY KITT MILLS, GET BACK HERE!" I swiveled around and ran back to the vehicle when Mum screamed my name. "You forgot your bag," she said much calmer as she held up my backpack.
"Uh yeah, sorry. Thanks." I grabbed my bag and ran towards the building. "Ouf!" I ran straight into a tall woman with a tight bun on top of her head. She gave me a stern look as she brushed off her skirt and then glared.
"I'm really sorry. I swear I didn't mean it!" I stood and frantically began to apologize.
"Don't let it happen again," she cut me off.
"Yes ma'am." I could feel my face turn red as I nodded and headed to class. The first day at my new school was already off to a terrible start.
When I entered the room, most seats were filled, students were screaming across the room, objects flew from one end to the other. "When I said I'd be back, I didn't think it would turn into the set of Godzilla within three minutes." Several chuckles scattered around the room when a slightly chubby man walked in.
"If you have never been in here, and for my mental health I hope you haven't, but if you haven't my name is Mr. Neville." He spoke as he wrote his name across the board. He turned and smiled. "We are to go around the room and talk about ourselves for a brief moment. I decided it would be best if you sat alphabetically so I could easily memorize faces and names. So we are starting with..." He looked down at his paper. "Emma! Azella? Is that right? I apologize if I mispronounce your name, please correct me if I'm wrong. So Emma, tell us about yourself."
A short girl in the front nodded and began to talk. "I...well my name is Emma but everyone calls me Em..."
And the rest of the class went on like that; Abdol, Anderson, Bridgeforth, Davis, Farley, Finnegan, Frye, Hymbaugh, Ingram, Lane...and so on.
"Harvey? Harvey!" I snapped back to reality, a girl yelling in my face. "Hello? Are you there? Mr. Neville said were in the same group braniac." She shoved a paper in my face and sat next to me.
I quickly sat up and moved my stuff so there would be more room for her. But, two more people came over, leaving me hardly any room for myself. "Okay, |2x-70|< 8...how the hell do I do that?"
"31 < x < 39," I blurted out. I'm not sure how or why, it just...came to me.
"We have just about run out of time unfortunately. Go back to your seats so I can hand out a few papers that I have been asked to hand out by Mrs. Goff." Mr. Neville handed back a stack of yellow papers, as well as pink.
By the time the papers reached me, the bell had rang so I crammed them in my bag without further looking. I retreated to the halls and scurried as quickly as possible to avoid getting trampled. Lunch time...great!😒
So...I'm a bit stuck to be honest. Any advice? I'm TERRIBLE at writing if you haven't noticed. Funny thing, I actually HAVE ran into the headmaster at school...it's HIGHLY EMBARRASSING!😳 So I suggest you don't do it.😂But I guess I forgot to point out, uh she's a principal? I think that's the proper term. Anyway, sorry there weren't much of a background or extra information that would help you. So I'll just explain right now, in this story, me and Max move to the US so I guess things are a bit different. I actually have spent about a week doing research on American schools so I apologize if I'm inaccurate.
Cya! Harvey👌
