Short Stories

Jackson Smith

I had hoped it would be a smaller school when my mom said we were going to move and I would have to change schools. But this one was bigger than my last school. I looked up at the 3 story brick wall in front of me. "Tendricks highschool" was written on a large board over the door. I sighed and nervously walked up the stairs and went inside my new school. The air was full of voices and laughs and lockers being closed and opened. I stopped for a second and looked around. To the right and left there were stone stairs and in front of me was a long corridor filled with lockers along the walls. At the end of the corridor I saw a door with a sign over it. I started hurriedly walking over there with my hand tight around the strap of my backpack. I tried not looking at anyone, as any eye contact would probably give me anxiety. When I finally got to the door and knocked, I was almost sure everyone was staring at me. A long man with brown and gray hair opened the door and looked at me. I forced a smile.

"Hi, I'm Jackson Smith. I'm the new student?" I said, trying to be polite. The teacher smiled at me.

"Hello Jackson, come in, and I will get you your information for classes. My name is professor Bailey and I will be your english teacher." Bailey held the door open for me to come in. I walked in and Bailey closed the door behind me and went to his desk near the door. It was full of papers and books but somehow organized anyways. He took a paper from the top of one of his stacks and handed it to me.

"Here is your schedule. You always get an hour after lunch free, and this is mostly for the students that do any sports. Are you planning on joining any sports team Jackson?" I felt as tho Baileys staring eyes made burns on my skin as I looked away.

"I don't know yet sir." I answered while putting the schedule in my pocket.

"Okay then. Your locker number is..." Professor Bailey looked at a paper at his desk. "Number 253. It's to the right when you walk out of the door." He then said and smiled. I smiled back, even though it was so fake he had to have noticed. He reached forward with his hand and I shook it.

"It was nice meeting you Jackson. I will see you tomorrow. if there is anything else you would like to ask it's just to come by my office anytime." He said and took back his hand. I nodded my head and smiled again. I turned around and opened the door to the corridor. When I was about to go out of it I cast one last glance back and saw the professor still standing there looking at me. I hurried out and closed the door behind me. He gave off a weird vibe and I didnt know how to describe it. I looked to the right and there were as many lockers as it had been in the first corridor. I sighed and started walking towards them. There were still some people around picking up their books for their first class, but most of the students were already on their way to their classrooms. I slowly walked by all the lockers and looked at their numbers as I did. After only about ten lockers I saw number 250 and knew I was close. I walked three lockers more and there was my new, blue locker. As tall as me and simply boring. I opened it and stuffed my backpack on the shelf inside and took off my jacket to hang it inside the locker as well.

"Hello you." Said a voice beside me and I jumped and quickly turned around. A girl with long dark brown hair was standing next to me. She was leaning against the locker beside mine and I stared at her for a second, my jacket still frozen in my hands.

"Hi..?" I was confused. She smiled at me and I noticed she had a lot of freckles.

"Are you new?" She asked as though she didn't already know that. I nodded my head to avoid saying anything wrong. Then I realised I still had my jacket in my hand and I looked over to my locker to figure out where it would be most efficient to put it. I couldn't find any hooks to put it on and was almost giving up when an arm stretched out right in front of my face and pointed on the locker door. I stepped back surprised and first looked at her, who was looking at where she was pointing, and then I looked at what she was pointing at. There was the hook I had been searching for. I quickly put my jacket on it and then closed my locker and turned to the girl again.