As I made my way to the school, I noticed that there was a group of boys who were smoking against the brick school.
In my opinion, I find smoking not attractive. My dad use to smoke and I hated it because not only was it ugly but it could also kill you. I loved my dad besides the point of him smoking.
I guess I was staring for too long because one of the teen boys tapped one of the boy's shoulder which caused him to turn and look my way.
I hurried and turned my had and fastened my pace to the front office to get my schedule and my locker combination.
When I turned around one of the boys was still staring at me this gave me the chance to actually study him.
I noticed that he had black hair with a gray Nike jacket one, Nike grey shoes, and a Nike hat. For the looks of it, I could tell that he really liked Nike.
I couldn't describe him much after that because he was a couple feet away from me.
I turned back around walking towards the secretary.
"Hello Miss, I'm new here and I was told to come here to get my schedule from you," I told her politely with a smile on my face.
I don't even know why I smiled at her because she didn't even bother to look up and acknowledge me.
"Miss.." I started as I lightly tapped on the thin glass that separated us.
This time she looked at me but she looked irritated which cause my smile to go to an awkward one.
"With is it that you need?" She said, still looking irritated.
"I need my schedule" repeating for the 100th time.
"Name?" She looked down and started to flip through the pile of papers stacked on her work area.
"Allison Asia'Janae Andrews" I started to rock back and forth due to me waiting for so long.
"Oh yes, Here" Throwing the paper at me she went back to doing what she was already occupied with before I came over.
"And welcome to Hartford High"
Not other to say thank you, I started walking making my way to my locker which was #100.
"96 nope"
"97 nah"
"98 no"
"99 nada"
"And 100" Feeling accomplished, I made my way to it and attempted to open it.
Keyword: Attempted
I always had trouble opening up my locker at my old schools. That was the exact reason I always kept it unlocked. It also gave me enough time to use the bathroom.
I know what you're saying 'wouldn't that give someone the opportunity to go in there?'.
Well, No, because I was cool with everyone because I was friendly to them. Plus the people at my school were too old to go stealing stuff. That's so childish.
Anyways, while struggling to open my locker, I notice a presence behind me.
Ignoring my locker, I turned around and guess who it was.
Yup, the boy is obsessed with Nike.
"May I help you?" I asked studying him more.
Since he was closer to me than earlier, I was able to describe him more.
