"Excuse me, could you tell me where room B206 is?" Robert asked an old looking teacher.
"Sorry son, you have to find out yourself," answered the teacher.
Robert turned around, and as he walked away from the teacher he thought aloud "What a bitch."
"Excuse me young man!" said the teacher, apparently Robert said it loud enough that the teacher, and a couple other students heard him.
Before Homeroom Robert had already gotten detention, and an enemy teacher. "This is going to be a wonderful year," he thought. The fact that he was new in town and didn't know anyone wasn't helping him much.
Finally he fond room B206. He was late though, but he was lucky enough that the teacher didn't say anything. Ten minutes into the class he got his schedule, and attatched to it was his locker number, and the combination to it. The teacher asked the students to go out, and find their lockers.
Too busy looking at the locker numbers, Robert didn't notice a boy coming by. BAM! Next thing he knows he is on the floor next to a big, tall, mean looking boy.
Robert realized it had been his fault, and tryed to appologize, "so.."
"Shup up, look what you did, stinkin' freshman," interrupted the boy.
Robert got up and kept heading down the hallway. Instead of looking for his locker,he was now looking for a room he could go into to hide from the laighing students out in the hall.
Robert went into what it looked like a Math room. He had no clue that that was his first class.
After going into that classroom, things started to get better for Robert. His teachers were all nice, and just as he wanted, none of the students talked to him. Now it was time for lunch, but since his plan was working out fine, now he had no one to seat with. He spotted a free table, and grabbed a chair.
"May I seat?" asked a girl. She seemed to be Robert's age, fourteen. She also looked like a good student, sonce she was carrying books, and wore glasses.
Sixth period came and Robert was starting to think that his day was turning around. Unfortunately, his Biology teacher was the teacher he had met in the mourning. The teacher didn't seem to recognize Robert, which was a good thing. Since Robert kept his mouth shut, the teacher never noticed that Robert was the kid she had had an arguement with.
Finally came eighth period, and all he had to do was seat for another forty-five minutes, and keep his mouth shut. As he glanced at his schedule to see waht his next class was, he noticed it was Orchestra. He had told his guidance councellor last year he didn't want to take Orchestra again.
At two fifteen Robert heard the last bell, and headed home, he just wanted to get the year over with.
