What We Lost In The Winter

Chapter 4 (Part 2)

“Hello there, can I help you?” the teacher asks. I assume she’s Ms. White.

“Hi, I’m Becca Kingser, I’m new here,” I say awkwardly. She doesn’t cut me off like Mr. Ralston did.

“Ah, yes, I did remember you would be in my 3rd and 4th period class,” she

smiles and laughs “I’m glad you came in to meet me or else I know I would’ve forgotten.”

“Are there any papers or things that I should have for class?” The question came out of nowhere, but it was probably good to ask.

“No, I’ll give you everything you need during class,” Ms. White sighs.

“Okay, then, I’m gonna go to meet the rest of my teachers,” I smile and leave the classroom. Next up: Math. The teacher there, Mrs. Meldrum, was nice enough, but the room gave me a bad feeling. Probably just because it’s a math classroom. I’m not much of a mathematician.

Sarah Astbury was right, Mrs. Halloran, my science teacher, is really nice. Finally I had to meet my Spanish teacher. Like most of my teachers, Sra. Marian was nice enough. She felt the need to quiz me on Spanish to make sure I was going to be smart enough for the class. Luckily, my dad used to live in Mexico, so I know a decent amount of the language.

Sra. Marian instructs me to go to the cafeteria (or the caféteria, as she pronounced it) and wait for the bell to ring. I don’t really want to go, seeing as how I don’t know anybody. I go back down to Mr. Ralston’s room. He’ll probably let me stay in there for the five minutes before class.

Sure enough, he’s completely okay with it. All I had to do was say that I don’t know where the cafeteria is. Oddly enough, that wasn’t a lie.

“Do you want to go to your locker?” he asks, eyeing my backpack.

“Sure,” I say. That’ll take a couple minutes. I’ve only been inside this school once before. I was taken on a quick tour that I don’t really remember, given my locker combination, a gym uniform, and classroom materials I would need. Thanks to that, I know where my locker is, and how to open it. I walk up to locker 1967. I put in the little combination “12--8--4” and pull it open. Inside, four binders filled with lined paper sit at the bottom. I take off my backpack and add it to the rather empty pile. I pull out a pencil and go back into the classroom as a bell goes off.

Within ten seconds after I make it back to the safety of Mr. Ralston’s room, a swarm of students fills the hallway. I take my seat at the table that will soon be occupied by Taylor Rosales, Nicole Gibbard, and Eva Hudson. The pit in my stomach grows, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds until people come in. Mr. Ralston stands in the hallway, so I’m utterly alone in his classroom. The day has begun.

A/N

I have not posted in a really long time. I'm sorry about that. My issue is that everything that's been happening to Becca has seemed so unrealistic and I can't find a way to make it better.

Question of the chapter: Will any of these teachers really be as good as Sarah says? Or was she just messing with Becca?

Comment your answers below.