Your Typical High School Day Part 1

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As I walked up the upstairs hallway I run into a couple making out in a corner.

"Ugh get a room!" I say to them but they are too busy to notice me.

I walk a few more steps and then I pass by a room which I assume is the French classroom by all the French flags and words on the door. I walk in to find a teacher writing on a white board.

"May I help you, Young Lady?" he asks with a bit of a French accent.

"Oh are you Mr. Moreau?"

"Indeed I am."

"I am Riley Miller. I'm new and it happens to be that you are my first period teacher today."

"Ah, ok Miss Miller if I could see your schedule please."

I hand him my schedule.

"Indeed I am your first period teacher Miss Miller. So if you would take a seat anywhere you please and your classmates should be arriving any time soon." he says and hands me back my schedule.

I decide to take a seat in the middle desk in the fourth row. Students start walking in and I get out my French journal and hope that the day will go by fast. A girl with blonde hair and a cheerleading uniform sits next to me, and she turns around.

"Hi, I'm Annabelle as you can see I am a cheerleader," she gestures to her cheer uniform.

"Hey, I'm Riley." I reply, "As you can see I'm new."

"Yeah, so where did you come from before you moved here?"

"Austin." I smile remembering my years in Austin.

"Cool, well welcome to Houston!" she says with a huge grin on her face.

"Bonjour Class!" Mr. Moreau says quieting the class therefore making Annabelle turning back to the front.

"Bonjour, Mr. Moreau." the class mumble-talked.

"Today we will be doing..."

RING!!!

I looked up from my work and gathered my things. Annabelle was just about to go.

"Hey, Annabelle hold up!" I call out to her.

She waits for me to catch up.

"Hey do you know where the reading class is at?" I ask

"Yeah, I'm about to go by there on my way to algebra. If you want I could drop you by there and maybe we can catch up later for lunch maybe."

"Really, thanks!"

"No prob."

We both hurry down the stairs and she leads the way to what I assume is the West Building. She stops at a room where people are walking in.

"Well this is your stop. Later Riley it was nice meeting you!" she says and turns to go down the hall and turns left.

"You too!" I say and then walk inside the class room

...

RING!!!

"Finally lunch time." I sigh in relief then head my way to my locker to get my lunch and other books.

"HEY WATCH IT!!" I hear someone roar down the hall

"What the..." I say and just as I turn the corner to get to my locker I see one of Jake's friends shoving another guy to the wall. He must've heard me because he turns and gives me a look of If you tell any one I will hunt you down. I pretend that they aren't there and head for my locker; I put the combination in and open it and get my lunch and change books. I shut my locker then head to the lunch room or at least think where it is.

"Nice day we're having right boys." I say as I walk by the two guys staring at me waiting for me to leave.

"The cafeteria is the other way princess." Jakes friend gives me a look and lets go of the guys shirt that was shoved to the wall.

"I will walk you there sweet heart." he says and walks towards me.

"Ok thanks." I smile

We walk down in silence for a few seconds.

"I don't think we have properly met." he says breaking the silence.

"I'm Austin." he looks at me unsurely.

"I'm Riley." I say and give him a side glance.

"So where do you come from cutie?" he stops walking

"Austin, Texas." I stop as well

He blushes at the sound of his name.

"Do ya now?" and grabs a lose strand of my hair.

I flinch at his sudden gesture.

"You have beautiful hair Riley."

"Thanks..."

He moves closer to me. I turn away quickly maybe too quickly cause he has a look of hurt on his face.

"So... where is the cafeteria I'm starving." I say and start walking.

"This way he says and turns a corner and I can hear the sound of high schoolers at lunch.

"Thanks for the help." I say and walk away awkwardly bumping in to someone.

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