Johnson Performing Arts School

Chapter 1: Exhilaration

       Standing in front of Johnson Performing Arts School, a three story building filled with imagination, Wally stood in awe. 

      He had dirty blonde hair that would cover his eyes if it was not combed. A feature that his grandmother also had was his gray eye color.  Additionally, Wally was a shy kid, so this school was quite overwhelming to him when he saw so many artistic people, even better than him at what he is good at.

       (He got in for his drawing skills. He would often get praised for his cartoons and would even draw his cartoons in his old school's newspaper).

       Wally now started getting the anxious feeling that everyone called "First Day Jitters". The only thing that wasn't nerve-racking for Wally was his outfit. He was so excited to wear something new, somewhere new. He wore a silvery t-shirt and black athletic shorts. This was the first outfit he actually bought with his own money. Music from inside the school brought him back into the present.

      "You can not be serious, I—I made it," he said to himself as he skipped into the front doors.  Wally delightfully watched  the people dancing historically to pop music on his right and a red-haired girl cleaning her Oboe on his left. Suddenly, someone taps him lightly on the shoulder. 

      "Welcome to Johnson Performing Arts School," says a middle-aged woman. She had her  bright brown hair tightly in a bun and a purple dress with flower patterns all around her skirt.

      "I am Mrs. Peterson, the principal here. I see you look delighted to be here," she says smiling.

      "I—I  really am excited," Wally said nervously,  "I was wondering where my classes are—"

      "We have your schedule and additionally we have hall monitors around the school that will help you find your classes. You will feel right at home," she exclaimed grinning. She then gestured for Wally to follow her to get his schedule and she gave him help finding his homeroom as well. 

      "I have to go help more wonderful students find their classrooms and to make them feel welcome. I hope you have a great day here at Johnson Performing Arts School."

      As she walked out of the classroom, Wally found an empty seat, in the back left corner of the room, right by the window, and beside a girl. On her Jansport backpack had a name tag with said MARGARET.

       Wally noticed that her new  she had curly red hair that glistened as she waved it back and forth. Oh she has headphones on, that is why she is waving her hair uncontrollably, Wally thought to himself. Inquisitively, he snuck a quick glance at her to see if she noticed that he sat beside her. 

      "My name is Margaret! I am new here just like you—well at least I think you are new. Anyways, what did you get in for? 

      "I'm in the draw—"

      "That's cool! I did too."

      "That's nice to her—"

      "Ohh, the teacher is coming in," she exclaimed excitedly. 

      After the conversation, Wally was pretty excited to have a new friend, but there was something odd. He could not put his finger on it. He felt that something terrible was going to happen, but decided that he was just nervous.

      Then, a plump woman walks into the room smiling. "Hello, I am your homeroom teacher Mrs. Carpless," her grin brightened the room. She finished off by explaining everything to the ninth graders. The last thing she said was simple.

      "Welcome to Johnson Performing Arts School."