New Classes Without Different Meanings

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Jay POV

I walked into the huge building. This school was for sure more technology advanced than most schools that I had been to.

I watched as students stopped and looked at me before whispering something to there groups. I couldn't help but sigh while looking at this. It was always the same. Especially when everyone hears about the fact of how many schools you have been in.

I quietly rushed into the office out of breath. The lady behind the desk looked at me, startled.

"How can I help you today?" She said in a sweet voice.

"I'm Jason Walker. I'm new here, and I was coming to get my things." I said.

"Oh, why of course! Let me go print your papers. You can just have a seat right here. It should only take a second to complete." She said as she went to a different room.

I took my seat quietly as I waited for her to return. I studied the different designs of footprints that were left there over the years. It made me wonder how old this school actually was. That was when she decided to return with the papers. She looked startled.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her.

"No, it is just that I wasn't expecting you to be in the highest advanced classes we have to offer here." She said as she handed me the papers.

"I have been in advanced classes all of my life, so it is not new to me." I said as I started walking out the door.

"Have a good day." I said to her as I was out the door.

The lockers towered as I walked down the less crowded halls. They shined with the school colors. Not that I would care. It is all just for sports anyway.

I found my locker towards the end of the hallway. I was thankful for that because now people might not see me. Of course, all my advanced classes are in the upstairs and then downstairs placing.

Opening my locker, I quietly placed my bag inside. Grabbing my books and pencils for the next few hours, I closed my locker and started walking to the new class.

I was late today, but the teacher was waiting outside her classroom for me. She had brown hair and emerald green eyes.

"Hi! You must be Jay! I am Mrs.Brookstone, but my students call me Mrs.Brooke" My Math teacher said.

"Hi Mrs.Brooke. It is great to finally meet you." I told her.

She nodded before telling me to walk into the classroom with her.

Walking into the classroom, I saw that there were not very many people. There was 2 people that struck out to me the most, and that was only because they were the first ones that I saw whispering to their friends.

"Hello, Class. We have a new student. This is Jay. Jay, why don't you tell the class about yourself." Mrs.Brooke said before the class directed their attention to me.

"Umm. My name is Jay, and things that I like to do are schoolwork and inventing." I said as I shifted my weight to one side of my body.

"That is very good, Jay. Why don't you go sit with Zane and Nya." Mrs.Brooke said as she pointed to the 2 kids that I noticed earlier.

I quietly took my seat as she started giving the class this huge packet of work to do. I heard several of the kids moan. That was when she stopped at me.

"Would you like a packet? You don't have to do it. It wouldn't count against you." Mrs.Brooke said.

"I would like a packet. Thank you Mrs.Brooke." I told her as I quickly zoomed through the packet. 

I finished the thing 10 minutes later. I walked up to her desk.

"How can I help you, Jay?" She asked me.

"I finished the packet." I told her.

I watched as her mouth dropped open. She couldn't find her voice for quite some time. I this point I knew that kids were watching.

"May I see your packet?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied as I handed her the packet.

She started checking my answers. I watched how she became pale. She was in shock.

"Very good, Jason. You may do whatever you would like for the rest of the hour." She told me.

I nodded at her as I walked back to my desk. I saw Nya and Zane looking at me.

"How can you do this that quick?" Nya asked.

"I have been doing this for years." I told her as I pulled out a paper.

Students and Classes both have several different meanings. I think that it is going to take awhile for everyone to realize that.

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