So today is my first day at Midwood High School and I already have an bad impression on the school. It smelled like rotten wood and apple cider mix together. I remember clearly that St. Harrison High never smelled like this; it smelled like sweet cotton candy that gives you a warm welcoming. I wished I was back in Wisconsin and that I didn't have to move to New York City and live with my cranky old hag Aunt Lilie.
She said that if I don't behave and get good grades, she'll kick me out the house. I wish she could that, but I knew that she was only threatening me so I'll act good. Sorry, but that's not going to happen. Once I'm eighteen I'm so gonna move out of this freaking shitty house.
I continue down to the main office that is in the little tiny corner of the first floor. I mean like seriously if the office is going to be so small, why bother to even make one. I walked in and a blond hair woman stopped me.
"What are you here for," she asked.
I looked up at her trying to make her invisible, but I knew that couldn't happen, so instead I answer her.
"I new here and I'm here to get my schedule sheet so I will be able to get to my first period class and not be late."
She tapped her brown high shoes against the tile floor like she was impatient. "Alright hurry up."
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