Max and Michelle

The Meeting

"Bye Mom! Love you!" I say as I close the car door, and look at my new school.

I look over at a sign and it says, "Matrix High." The school is two stories tall with yellow, white, and red bricks. I see girls and boys wearing a lot of fancy-but-not-too-fancy clothing. I take a deep breath and walk in.

I see even more people inside with so many "Hello" and "Hi's." I don't say anything, and squeeze through the crowd of people.

I look down at the post-it note in my hand. It says, "Locker #: 112 Combo: 08-27-05"

I turn right, then right again. I see all light blue. Nope. I go back and then turn left. I turn left again and see purple lockers. I look up at the clock. 8:03. Class starts at 8:05! I rush to find my locker. 109, 110, 111. I open my locker, and shove everything in. I rip open my backpack, and dive for my things. I have my notebook, laptop, phone, pencil, and headphones, and race to the spanish room, which is only a few yards away, when the bell rings. I'm about to scream my lungs out but then I hear...

"UGH!!!" someone yells from around the corner. I see a boy run from the lockers just on the next wall. I try to get a good look at him, but he tramples me by the time I focus on his face.

"I'm sorry!" I say. I start picking up my notebook, and he bends down to help. "Thanks."

"No problem!" He says, and we both stand up. "I'm Max! Max Johnson!" He looks at me and I see something unique about him. He has green eyes. Emerald green. He has a oval-circle face with giant glasses. Curly black hair, like, so curly it could probably reach his elbows if he straightened it. He was wearing a black and grey Under Armor hoodie, and black athletic pants.

"I'm Alicia! Alicia Clark!" I say. We shake hands.

"Oh! You're british!" He says and smiles a big smile.

"Oh yeah! Being british is pretty cool! I just moved from London!" I chuckle. We start walking to room 143.

We open the door and class begins.