Lilly In The Storm

Chapter Two

       I grab my backpack then head to the car as I have every morning this week. Today is Friday which means after this school day I finally get to enjoy my first weekend of the year. Don't get me wrong, school has most definitely been the great experience I had imagined it to be, but there is something about home that no other destination can possibly overcome. Although it has been fun I'd much rather spend my time with the people I love the most, my family.

       "Ya ready sweetie?" My mom says from the front seat.

       I reach my hand up to the front seat then give her a thumbs up. "Yep!"

       We arrive at the school and my mom leaves me at the playground with all the other students. As usually I just sit down at one of the benches as the other kids played. It's not that they have any sort of disliking for me, I'm simply not the type to socialize when I've hardly woken up. I watch as everyone runs around the playground screaming at the top of their lungs as they play chase games.

       I turn toward the parking lot and see a familiar car pull up. Hannah gets out and walks over to where I'm sitting. She's the girl who sits at my table, we've hung out all week at school! Since she's shy like me she likes to sit with me in the morning. However, I see the way her fingers fidget with her clothes while she watches the others play. Even though she is shy she does enjoy going down the slide and doing the monkey bars. I know she'd prefer the playground over the bench but I guess she really enjoys my company like I do hers.

       During the day, I am antsy waiting to leave. I've forgotten what it is like to have a couple of days off after going somewhere every day for a week. In fact, I've never truly experienced it. My whole life I've lived in a place where school was my escape. Weekends were my nightmare, a nightmare I have finally woken from. Now I get to experience a real break, the kind where your parents will hang out with you all day and you get to stay in your pajamas the whole time.

       This week has been interesting because not only do we get to know our normal, everyday teacher, we also get to know teachers we only see on certain days of the week. These are our specialist teachers. We have five specialist classes, computers on Monday, art on Tuesday, gym on Wednesday, library on Thursday and music today! All my specialist classes have been super fun, they let in time of your day to be away from the classroom. My favorite so far has been art, I love to draw and it gives you a choice of whether to be social.

       As usual a half an hour into the class we hear the bell indicating that we need to start heading down to our specialist. Mrs. Wallis instructs us to form a line then we walk down the hall to our class of the day. I am excited to meet my music teacher. The rest of my teachers have been nice so hopefully this one follows the pattern. Or maybe they could be like my computer teacher with a grumpy attitude all day long, they can't all be great.

       The line stops at a door we have yet to stop at during the week. It is right across from the art room, so I recognize the hallway vaguely from when I was there on Tuesday. Mrs. Wallis waits at the door until it opens to reveal a bearded man standing in front of us. He ushers us with his hands to enter the room. Unlike the other classrooms, this one is fully carpeted. It is also a decent amount larger than most. He then instructs us to sit down on the carpet in front of the chair placed in the middle of the room.

       He grabs a random guitar from the rack then plops down onto the chair. He begins to pluck a few strings and create a calming tune. "Hello everyone, I am Mr. Henry. I will be your music instructor for the year." He announces.

       As most of the teachers this week had done, Mr. Henry begins an activity that helps him to get to know us better. The activity is to sit in a circle then we each take a turn telling our name and an interesting fact about ourselves. It is the first time I've done this activity, the other teachers' activities were strictly on names. As he goes around the circle, Mr. Henry seems very intrigued by what everyone had to say, it comforts me to know that this sort of information will go to someone who really cares.