"Seafood Middle/High School." I mumbled to myself as I walked through to the front door of the school building. I walked in and immediately people started whispering. I got glares and looks. But I don't care. I've been through it before. New school. New girl. New everything. I continued down the hallway through the crowded hall and centrally made it to my locker. The one to my left was covered in Ricky weaver pictures. The one to my right was normal and had just one small decor piece. Just a little picture of a boy and a few guys doing a karate kick with the words,'Bobby Wassabi' above it. I typed in my combination and tried to open my locker. It didn't budge. I tried again. It still didn't budge. I groaned and punched my locker. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering. I looked and saw that my knuckles were bleeding a tiny bit. I ignored it and wiped it off. I continued trying to open my locker. I groaned. A boy with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes walked up.
"locker trouble?" He asked. I nodded. He backed up and kicked it. I grabbed the locker handle and pulled on it. It flew open. I smiled and put my bus away and grabbed my books. The boy then opened the one to the right of me.
"I'm Jack." He said. I looked at him.
"I'm Maxine. Maxine Shaw. But call me Max." I said. I shut my locker and held my books in one arm while I looked at my schedule in the other.
1-reading teacher: ms. evans
2-science teacher: mr. piepmeyer
3-English teacher: mz. taylor
4-chemistry teacher: mrs. Parker
aw forget it. These schedules hurt my brain. I rolled my eyes. Jack took my paper.
"cool. I have ms. Evans first too. Come on, I'll show you to her classroom." Jack said. I walked with him to class. I sat in the front seat. Jack sat in the back with a Hispanic looking guy and a red headed nerdy looking guy. I sighed. A girl with red hair and emerald green eyes walked up to the desk. She glared at me.
"I'm, lady, you need to move your tooth, because this is my seat. Now move." She growled. I rolled my eyes.
"please. I was here first. I'm sitting in this seat." I said. I scooted my chair in. The girl growled again. She kicked my chair backwards and I landed on my head. The kids in the other seats came over looks of pity on their faces. The girl the punched me in the mouth. I felt my lip bleed. I slowly got up. I quickly went back to the seat next to Jack and the nerdy looking red head. Jack looked at me.
"you alright?" He asked with a worried look in his face. I nodded my head. I cleaned my lip up and sighed as the teacher walked in. She sat down a pile of papers in her desk. She looked around the classroom.
"class, we have a new student today. Everyone please make Maxine, the new student feel welcome here. Maxine, why don't you tell us about yourself." The teacher said. I sighed and got up.
"My name is Maxine, but I go by max. I'm 13 and I love rock music. I love flannels, as you can tell. Um, I do karate, I help my mom at the bakery shop she started a few days ago, and I love writing and reading stories." I said sitting down. The teacher smiled.
"wonderful." Ms. Evans said. She clapped her hands together.
"Alright class, to start today we are gonna talk about figurative language..." I dazed off and paid zero attention after that. Jack and them laughed. Great day, so far.