"Can I help you hun?" the lady behind the front desk asked me in a Southern accent.

"Yes. I'm here to pick up my schedule."

The lady, Mrs. Lacy, turned to her computer.

"Name hun."

"Um… Terra… Gibbs." I nervously said as she entered "my name" into the computer.

My fingers tapped silently on the counter as she looked through the records.

"Alright. Birthday hun."

"October 31, 1993"

"Age"

"16"

"Grade"

"11th"

"Alright hun. You are good to go." She printed out my schedule and handed me a school map. "The bell is going to ring in a moment, so you best find you first class, hun."

"Ok, thank you."

I left the office just as the bell rang. I looked at my schedule. First class: U.S Gov. with Mrs. Haffley in room 254. I looked at the map.

"The new wing?" I asked myself, before running into someone.

"I'm sorry, I-" I looked up at a black haired boy with blue-green eyes. "I-I just got- lost"

"You're new here, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"I'm James." He held out his hand.

"Terra" I shook his hand.

"Where are you headed to?"

"Um…"

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to my schedule.

I gave him it.

"Ah, US Gov. Honors. Same here. I'll walk with you there."

"Um…ok."

"So, where are you from?"

"Colorado."

"Ah, a native."

"Yeah."

Then, acquired silence, something I don't like. Think of something to say. I told myself. Don't you think I don't know that?

"Here we are."

I saw James holding the door open for me. I slightly blushed and entered the room.

"Thank you." I said.

It was your typical classroom, I guess. There were desks with the chairs attached to them, a teacher's desk, a podium, a projector, a TV, and a cabinet in the back. Posters and pictures covered the walls. James walked over to the teacher. I haven't fully looked him until now. A black-blue plaid backpack, skinny jeans that were sagged, a Kingdom Hearts shirt, a black jacket, a blue and black shoes.

"Mrs. Haffley," the teacher looked at him. "This is a new student, Terra."

Mrs. Haffley stood up and came over to me.

"Nice to meet you Terra." We shook hands.

"Let's see. I'll put you here." She pointed to the first desk in the middle row. "James is right behind you."

"Ok." I set my backpack next to my desk and sat down. James sat in his seat. More students began coming in.

"So…" I said, unsure of what to say.

"A few things you should know about Mrs. Haffley:

If she picks on you, that's good. The day she stops picking on you is the day you should worry.

She loves Penn. State.

Stay on her good side"

"I'll try to remember that." I said as the bell rang.

I noticed that all the students were in their seats.

"Alright class, let's get started."