First Day of School

“I’d like to go to Saint Bonaventure High School.” You say flipping your hair out of your face. Without another word, the driver pulled off. This was your first day of school you didn’t want to miss it. Although, school’s technically been in for about a month and you’ve just been kind of bumming around the house. You fiddled with your backpack straps and looked out the window, wondering how long it was going to take to get to school. As if he read your mind, “You chose a school that’s not too far away, Ms. Quincy.” The boy in the front seat said. You snapped your head to look at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. You looked back out the window.

“Really now?” You asked. You scared yourself with the question. He paused as if searching for an answer. “Yes, really. It’s only about 8 minutes away without traffic.” He said sounding overly enthusiastic. You hummed to let him know you heard him and for lack of any words, better or not. The car ride was quite awkward for the most part, though it ended soon. The car pulled into the beautiful gates of the huge school. Your eyes widened at the sight. “This is a high school?” you breathed as the car came to a sudden stop at the entrance. You gripped your backpack strap as the door came open. You stepped out and took a deep breath.

Is it too late to go home?

You thanked the two for the ride. “We’ll be to pick you up at 2:40.” The boy explained. You nodded and walked to the building. Once you approached the door you turned, but your car was gone. The other students moved pasted you. You entered the building and made your way to the office. A lady called you over to her desk. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” she asked as you sat across from her. “I’m new.” You said with lack of better words. She turned to her computer. “What’s your name?” She asked. You took a second to ponder which version of your name to use. “Kailyn Quincy.” You say. She nods and types it into the computer.

“Seimera Kailyn Quincy?” she questioned. You nodded. “You prefer to be called by your middle name?” she asked and again you nodded. She tells you to wait there as she goes to get the schedule and locker combination from the printer. You look around the office. There were a few pictures of things you’ve read about in the bible. That upset you for a number of reasons.

There’s a lot of Christian stuff here…

You frowned at the sight of the cross on Ms. Jackson’s neck. “Here you go.” You took the schedule from her and thanked her before heading off to your locker. While walking, you checked the time. It was only 7:35. “It’s too early for school.” You complained as you struggle to find your locker number. You considered asking that girl at her locker, but you reconsidered when a boy walked up to her. “I’m going to be late.” You sighed. Just then you saw your locker number. Two girls were talking in front of your locker.

You questioned their reasons for standing in front of your locker, but didn’t say anything to them. Your backpack all of a sudden felt like it weighed a ton. You walked over to the locker and girls. “Is there a problem?” the blonde haired girl asked.

I should…

Explain how that your locker

Ignore them and push my way to MY locker