The Right to Remain Silent

Chapter 2: Zachary, Tuesday August 25th, 2012

I woke up the next day still in my salty jeans, white v-neck t shirt with my leather jacket hanging on my computer desk chair. I sat up and got out of bed grabbing my jacket as I walked out my room. My dad was in the kitchen drinking coffee, "You heading out?" he asked between sips.

"Yup," I replied. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and headed for the back door. 

"You gotta go to registration first!" My dad called.

"I know!" I shouted back as I hopped on my bike, put my helmet on, and kick started the bike. I pulled out the drive way and headed toward the school. It wasn't too far, maybe about fifteen minutes away. I pulled into a parking stall near the main entrance. I hopped off and pushed the double doors open. The hallway was full of students all dressed in the same uniform. I cringed knowing I would have to get one soon. I saw a girl at her locker and tapped her shoulder, "Hey where's the office?" I asked.

She turned around and nearly fell. She smiled, "Down the hall, to the right." She said.

"Thanks."  I say and give her one of my killer smiles (that's what my ex-girlfriends called it anyway). I headed in the direction she told me and found the office with ease. I pushed the door open and a women was seated at a desk busy scribbling on something. 

I cleared my throat and looked up. She gave me a friendly smile, "You must be Zachary Stevens." She stood and reached across the desk to shake my hand. 

"Yes ma'am," I say, "I'm suppose to get my schedule and what not from here?"

"Yes, you are."  She sat back down in her chair and rolled over to the metal cabinets behind her. She opened a drawer marked "S-U" and pulled out two pieces of paper. She rolled back over and placed the papers on the desk. "This one," she pointed to the one on the left, "is your schedule for the year, and this one," she indicates the other, "is the list of sports and extracirricular activities you can join. If you can fill this one out now that would be great, so I can give you the other schedule."

"Sure," I say as I grab a pen from my pocket. She tells me to circle my top three and I do. I chose Basketball, Soccer, and Advanced Creative Writing; and I hand it back to her. She looks it over and hands me three other schedules telling me when the Basketball team, Soccer team, and Advanced Writing class meets. I tell her thank you and head out the door. I look at my schedule and see that my home room class is Physics two-o-seven. Man, I wish she gave me a map!