Invisible Heros

The Ginger Gene

    Grasping the handle I flung the classroom door open. A loud bang echoed through the room and all faces like deer caught in a headlight. My chest caved in as I walked up to and apologized to the teacher, but when I looked up from the floor I meet familiar eyes.

     " Auntie," I whispered confused I knew she wanted to be a teacher but I never thought she was the teacher the substitute was filling in for!

    " Uh, yes, Eliza. Now, please take a seat and try not be late again." She answered.

    I walked up the stairs and slid in next to Nathaniel that's his full name, but I just call him Nathan.

    " Hey, Liz." He replied, " How come you're so late today?"

    I heaved a sigh " I was talking to some man and trying to cheer him up." He gave me a puzzling look.
  
   " You know I can't help it I live in a retirement home and I hate seeing those old folks sad." I contunied exasperatedly.

    " Ok, ok, but seriously not everyone needs to feel good all the time. You're almost as bad as Rose." He said pointedly while chuckling lightly. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep a smile from forming.

    Nathan is a good friend of mine, but the best part is we're cousins! His mother is my mom's sister and their brother is Sabrina's dad. That makes all of us cousin, it's a pretty sweet deal right? Yeah it totally is!

    Our family is known for having lots of redhead hair, it's natural. Therefore, Nathan, Sabrina, and I all also have red hair. It's awesome, but can also be tuff. Although I guess only other redheads would really understand, which also bring us to our club.

    We call ourselves the Ginger Jean's. But instead of it being genes like in DNA we spell it jeans as in the pants. It was Sabrina's idea: totally cool!

   " Okay now class we will be having a possible student touring our school today, so please be on your best behavior. In the meanwhile the principal has ordered us to go over some rules and guidelines for the school year." My Aunt said.

    I kinda zoned out after that because rules are rules and most of them are common sense things or common courtesy. I still followed along on the sheet she gave us, but I already heard most of this stuff in younger grades so it wasn't very new just worded differently.

   " Alright, now, I will be passing out another sheet that is your schedules. All your classes have the rooms numbers next to them," she continued as students passed papers back up the rows.

    " You can now ask some of your neighbors for directions and if they can't tell you feel free to ask." She said with a bright smile on her face I could tell she was definitely enjoying this teaching jig.

   " Hmm," I hummed while glancing between Nathan's paper an mine. " We have the same exact classes!"

    " Really?" He said pushing our two papers together. " Awesome!" He replied, we looked over and saw that almost everyone had the same classes only a few had one or two classes different than everyone else.

    Some at gym when others went to the library and some had an art class that cut into lunch by about ten minutes. I was one of those people.

    " Hey, Nathan are you staying at the school for lunch or not?" I asked because I knew with the art class taking some lunch time it wouldn't be wise to go back home.

    " Yeah I am it'd be hard for my mom and I to go home and come right back so I'm eating here." He replied, I suppose he had a good point I didn't know how I'd forgotten that.