A/N: Since I don't know what you as the readers prefer I'm going to puplish this chapter as I did with the last one and then with chapter 13 I'm not puplish that chapter until it's 100% finished.
I also know that I'm not writing very much on this story right know but I'm kind of doing.... research I guess you can call it, for future chapters so I'm gonna try and finish up with that so that I can get back to writing on this book.
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I went in thru the gates with Tom closely following.
"Are you sure that this is the right place? It looks like an industrial building, not a school." I look back at Tom and asks.
"Im sure. Don't you trust me?" he laughs lowly.
"Maybe...."
The only way to describe the building infront of us is that it is an industrial building that's painted blue with a punch of doors on the side. There's no windows pointing out towards the road and outside is a big cemented yard with fence around it. In the yard stands three cars with the schools logos on them and five trucks, some of them also with the logo on. In the middle of the yard there's a sign high up in the air that has the logo on it.
Behind the school runs all the trains that go from one big city to another.
We open the front door and inside there's another door. We walk thru them both. Inside the building we're met with a narrow corridor leading to a big hall. In the big hall stands a couple of people.
"Hey and welcome to our school." A tall red haired woman say. "I'm Maria the guidance counselor and this is Jasmine the principal." By now more people have gathered around us.
"Jonas can you take them on a tour around the school." Jasmine say to a tall muscular guy standing beside Maria.
"Follow me" Jonas says and I, Tom, a girl with straight brown hair and her parents and a thin boy with blonde hair and his parents follow Jonas thru the hall. "Here is the hall were we are on our brakes and some of us play ping pong while others just sit at the tables and chill." he motions towards the hall with all the tables were you can sit and two ping pong tables. He starts talking about the classrooms and I stop listening for a while because we don't actually get to see a classroom.
Eventually we get to a door and Jonas opens it. "We need to go thru here to get to the workshop." On the other side of the door is another small corridor with a door directly infront of the one we are about to go thru. Jonas steps into the corridor and opens the other door. "The workshop is just in here" he says and walks into the workshop and everybody in the group follows him inside.
In the workshop stands four blue lifts with a car on every single one of them. All of the cars are broken in some way. One is missing a wheel and the whole wheelhouse. While another is missing it's engine completely and it's whole front. Along the walls stands a couple of toolboxes and workbenches with junk on them.
"This is where you're gonna have practical vehicle classes the first year." Jonas say and motion with his hand at the room. "Then if you choose to become a mechanic in year two you will be in this room instead." he walks to a garage door and opens it. On the other side of the door is another much smaller workshop with only two red lifts in it. "Any questions?"
"So you choose focus when you start the second grade?" Tom asks while still looking around the workshop.
"That's correct. Or to be exact, a couple of months before so that after the break you are directly put in your right class" Jonas smiles at Tom. "Any more questions?" outside the workshop a car honks and Jonas turns in the direction of another garage door facing the backside of the school. He walks up to it and opens the door by pushing a button to the side. When the garage door is open a red volvo drives in and a guy opens the car door and walks out. He has blonde hair, many different tattoes that covers his arms and looks to be about Jonas age.
"Hey Erik. What are you doing here." Jonas say to the guy apparently named Erik and walks up to him and greets him by doing a special handshake and then draging the other against themself and patting the others back.
I hope that I will like it here.
A/N: Make it stop..... Please..... Stop torturing me with your presence and your memory...... I know it's partially my fault but...just stop......
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