There I was, sitting in choir class on a monday morning. Everyone was yawning and groaning, waiting for the bell to ring so we could go to nutrition. We still had another half hour. Fun. My teacher, Mrs. Keane, was shuffling sheet music and clearing her throat, trying to get the class to pay attention. No one Gave her their two shits. Suddenly, she smacked a ruler against the white board. All 22 girls and 11 boys snapped to attention. "Fuck!" yelled my friend Sarah, who looked like she had a heart attack. "Now class," Mrs. Keane paced back and forth. "We have a new student coming in today." All the boys leaned forward, hoping for the new kid to be a girl, while the girls leaned forward hoping for the opposite. Mrs. Keane glared at them, and they recoiled against the back board of the shitty choir seats. "Your new peer should be arriving shortly. He is coming from England, so be welcoming." "Yes! It's a he!" Whispered Sarah, excited. She started fixing up her hair and took off her glasses. All the boys in the room looked disappointed. I'm pretty sure the main reason the boys even joined choir was to be closer to the girls. It makes sense. The door creaked and Sarah and I held our breaths. "Oh, that should be him now!" Mrs. Keane said, excitedly. I saw black Converse high tops through the partially open door. I looked down at my beat up black Converse and smiled, knowing I'd like this kid.
