I waked past her. "Wait," she called after me.
What now, I'm going to get my schedule what's your problem...
"What is your name," she asked cautiously like she was sfriad to ask for my name.
"Lee Young," I answered with confidence.
"Lee, I thought it was a guy's name, I knew a guy name Lee."
I tried to return a smile , but I can't instead I just stared at her. What she said was pretty offending.
"Anyway, I'll love to have you in my English class," she said and went out the office. I turned away from her and head to the front desk.
"Good Morning, I'm Miss. Jones, how can I help you," the front lady asked. She sounded like a message recorder. I'm glad the school hired her as the reception.
I grinned. "I'm new in Midwood and I'm here to get my schedule."
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Last Summer
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."
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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