"Fletcher, do you really think this girl is going to be an artist? We already have one." The dark skinned girl retorted as her friends were coming up with ideas of what the new girl was to look like.
Just as the young male was about to say something, he looked to the door, which was opening, and a female walked in casually. "Mom, I'm fine. Yes, I called dad earlier. No, he's doing fine. They let him outside today." She was talking on an electronic that was held to her ear.
"Ok, bye mom. Love you too." She hung up, pocketing the phone.
Glancing around, her eyes took in the room. It was pretty cool, the way everything was arranged. It looked like a hang-out, rather than a class room. There were three people doing what she assumed was school work, and talking. "Hello?" She questioned the three.
"Hi, I'm China!" One of the girls popped up, hand held out.
"My name is Terra." She smiled, shaking China's hand.
"This is Fletcher and Olive." China pointed to her companions, who'd both jumped up as well.
"Hi, would you be able to direct me to the office?" Terra asked, looking at them with big, hopeful green eyes.
"Yeah, I was about to go by there, follow me." Olive smiled, picking up her things and neatly folding them into her bag.
"Thanks." Said Terra, following closely behind her.
They walked to the office in complete silence, neither girl knowing what would be appropriate to say. Finally, they reached the office, and immediately Terra smiled at the principle inside.
"Hello, ma'am, I'm here for my schedule." She greeted the old woman.
"Yes, I was aware. Your mother called not too long ago." She sneered, snatching a piece of paper up from the desk beside her and handing it to the smaller female. "You have the same classes as Olive, China and Fletcher. I'm sure they'll show you around."
Olive nodded in fear and scurried out, dragging Terra with her. "What's wrong? Isn't your principle really nice?" Terra was confused; her last principle had been cruel, and always slapped her and her classmates with anything at hand.
Olive began laughing. It was a silly thought, really. Skidmore was evil; pure evil.
"You're kidding, right?" Olive exclaimed, "Skidmore's like a comic book villain!"
Terra snorted. If that was what they thought was bad, they should have gone to Miss Leary's School for Troubled Kids. "Really, that's your idea of a terrible principle?"
Olive nodded as she reached the door of her homeroom class. "Come on, homeroom's about to start."
Thus, began the day.