Skye slowly crept down the stairs making sure not to make a single sound until she was positive that her mother had left for work or was passed out somewhere.
When she was looked out the window and saw that her mom's car was gone she felt more at ease.
Great she thought at least I don't have to deal with her today.
Skye then looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall and noticed that she had about four hours left until she had to leave for her first day at this new school. Not only was she going to be the freaky new kid again, but she was going to be the freaky new kid who transferred in the middle of the school year.
She went upstairs and began to pick out her clothes for her first day. After a moment or two, she decided on a baseball tee, a pair of ripped jeans, and some black converses.
After she took her shower and got dressed, Skye grabbed her bag and her phone and went downstairs to grab an apple for her breakfast. She then went outside, locked the front door, and proceeded to walk to her first day of hell.
Skye thought that she would never find her first class. When she looked at her schedule she saw that class had started 15 minutes ago so she figured that there was no need to rush any more than she should.
After another five minutes of wandering around, she stumbled across her class and went inside. Apparently she walked in right during the middle of a lecture on the old trade routes in the Middle East.
"Now can anyone tell me what was traded on the Silk Road?" asked a man whom Skye assumed was the teacher.
"Umm… excuse me."
"Yes oh I see, class this is our new student Skye Johnson," said the teacher gesturing in her direction, "my name's Phil Coulson, you can take a seat in any empty chair."
Skye then made her way to the back of the class, very conscience of the fact that all of the eyes in the room were trained on her.
"Now as I was saying, can any tell me what was traded along the Silk Road?" Mr. Coulson asked again.
"Silk, paper, porcelain, and the compass" Skye mumbled under her breath as she was sitting down.
"Excuse me Ms. Johnson, you said something?" Mr. Coulson asked.
"Uhh… the answer to your question," Skye said still standing, leaning against her desk with her arms crossed, "silk, paper, porcelain, and the compass is the answer right?
"You are… correct, nice work Ms. Johnson," and as Mr. Coulson started to write something on the board he turned back around and added, "And welcome to Manitowoc High.
Hey guys and gals
I know it's been a while since I've written anything and im so sorry about that.
As always RxR
- Ty
P.S- I hope you guys don't hate me too much for not writing in like forever.