It's the first day of school and all I wanna do is go home. Sure school is great and all, but I don't want to be stuck in a room forever! I seamlessly go through my classes, rekindling old friendships lost in the summer heat. Finally, I reach my final class of the day. Language arts. I've always done amazingly well at it. Making every assignment as good as I can just because I wanted too. IT came easy to me, like riding a bike. So, I walk in and already assigned seats are made. I find mine right away, looking at the people I would be seating next to for the next several weeks. Their not great but ot awful either. I think well this is gonna have to do.
Our new teacher has this urge to have the tables equal to the ratios of boys and girls and our table doesn't seem to fit this need.
"Phillip," a guy from another table, "Can you please switch places with Kaylee?"
The boy says yes in a husky voice and seems weirdly pleased at this request. He plums down next to me with his rock of a backpack. I go back to my train of thought of the first warm-up of the year, not noticing the new guy I have never encountered before in all three years we've been thrown into the same middle school.
Our table was a unusual quite one until I had to break the ice with my silly humor.
