My Happy Little Pill

You're Cool..?

Walking through the doors of a high school in a new state that I've only lived in for only two days, was the most horrible thing I've ever done.

My backpack was slung over my shoulder. I wore a black sweater with My Chemical Romance sowed on the front. I wore short blue jeans that went to my knees and bracelet's ran across my arms. My make-up was just black eyeliner below the eyes and my glasses covered my brown eyes.

I brush my brown hair behind my ears and head into the office. A lady with bright purple glasses greets me up front. She looked older than 50, with a wrinkled and pounded on makeup face. When I placed my elbows on the counter, without looking up at me, the lady said with a croaking voice "Elbows off the counter, sweetie." This lady sounded like she smoked at least 2 boxes a day. I could even smell the smoke waving off her. I took my elbows off the counter and placed my hands in my pocket. "Um. I'm here to see Mr. Corey?" I asked with a heavy British accent.

The lady finally looked up at me. With a crinkle from her ugly green eyes, she pointed down the hall behind me. "Down there, honey." she said and then pulled her eyes back to her computer screen. The lady probably wasn't even doing anything school related. I wouldn't be surprised if she was just playing Candy Crush or something dumber than that. I quickly said "Thank you", and headed to the room where she pointed.

Room 342 Mr. Corey, it said on the door's sign. I quietly knocked and walked in.

A man around the age of 30 sits at a desk, his eyes that sit behind glasses are glued to a boy sitting in one of the chairs in front of him. When he saw me, Mr. Corey looked up from the boy to me and smiled. "Ah, Zola! Welcome! Please sit down!" Mr. Corey waved me to join them and I sat in the chair next to the boy, swinging my backpack on the edge of the chair and I glued my eyes to the floor. "I'm so glad your here," Mr Corey began again, "Tyler and I were just talking about you." The boy in the chair turned face to me. "Just Ty, thanks." he said, his voice smooth like butter.

When I turned to look at Ty, the first thing I saw was his smile. It was a shy smile, his lips curved to the side with a small amount of teeth showed. Even with that little amount of teeth, I could see they were the perfect shade of white. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue. They were like oceans, or even the sky, so I could sink in them. His hair was black and swayed to the side. A little like mine, but mine is naturally curly. I call it hobbit hair. But Ty's hair looked perfect. He wore a brown beanie on top of his head, and a New York sweatshirt with jeans. He was to perfect.

"Tyler is the best person to show you around this school, Zola." Mr. Corey said, smiling at me, "He's been here almost his whole life." Ty smiled and then laughed. "What he means by that is, I'm his kid and I know this school inside and out, and now I go here. Don't get the wrong idea." I smiled but kept quiet. Mr. Corey looked at me and said very softly, "I know moving to a new place suddenly is a big thing. But I believe you'll be fine." He smiled and then stood up out of his chair, Ty following his every movement. I looked up at both at them. 'Like father, like son' I thought. I grabbed my backpack and placed it on my lap. "I should start showing her around." Ty said placing his hands in his pockets. I stood up, swinging my backpack back over my shoulders, and nodded my head in agreement.

Mr. Corey smiled. "I'm so glad you are so excited to already head to class. Especially you, Tyler. I thought you would want to stay here a long time." I nodded my head and Ty laughed. "Totally. Come on, um, Zola. Mrs. Grannie has you schedule." Ty said and walked out the door. I followed him saying a quiet goodbye to Mr. Corey.

So much for being the "outgoing student" my mom said I was over the video chat with him. But to be honest, my mom wasn't completely telling the truth.

When I finally caught up with Ty, he was talking to the lady with the purple glasses in the office. She smiled sweetly at him and laughed when he said something about cats. No wonder she was so cruel to me. Gotta save all the niceness for the bosses kid. "Mrs. Grannie, this is Zola. She's that new girl that dad has been talking about." Ty said, smiling at me sweetly. I'm going to punch this boy in the face he's so perfect. Mrs. Grannie looked up at me, her purple glasses hanging off her nose. Her eyes said "Ew." But her face said, "Oh hello, young lady. Nice to see you again."

"Again?" Ty asked with a raised eyebrow. I decided not to speak.

"Yes," Mrs. Grannie's face said, "She asked me where your fathers office was." That smile of hers was the reason people shouldn't smoke. "Anyway. Ty told me you, Zola, were here for you schedule. It's in the printer over there. You can go get it while Ty tells me a little more about those cats." She laughed like a croaking frog. She was disgusting.

As Ty began talking about cats again, for some strange reason these cats were under his floorboards, I walked over to the printer which happened to be on the other side of the room. Course. I grabbed the sheet of paper from the printer, and scanned it over.

First Period- MATH - Ms. Conner

Second Period- STUDY HALL

Third Period- PE - Coach West

Fourth Period- COMPUTER SCIENCE - Mr. Greg

Fifth Period- WRITING - Mrs. Hilly

END OF DAY

'Not so bad,' I thought and walked over to Ty. When he saw me, he smiled as Mrs. Grannie laughed her frog laughed. We met eye contact for a second, but I pulled away. Ty sighed and asked, "So. What's your first period?"

"M-ms. Conner," I whispered quietly, " Math."

Ty smiled and placed his hands in his pockets, and leaned off the counter. "Great! My first period is right next door. Come on I'll show you." Ty walked out for the office quickly saying goodbye to Mrs. Grannie. I walked after him, keeping my mouth shut. He led me to the stairs and we walked upstairs. After a few doors, we arrived at Ms. Conner's room.

"We'll meet here after class so I can walk you to your second period, okay?" Ty said. I nodded my head and looked up at him. We met eye contact again, blue eyes of oceans to hazel eyes of tree stumps. The bell rang. School was beginning. Ty placed a cool hand on my shoulder and said, "Welcome to Grander High, Zola."