A/N: Hi everyone its me! I have for you another chapter. I do hope you enjoy it. I plan on updating on Wednesdays, hopefully, if not then at least once a week. If you have a moment I would love to hear how you liked it. I would also like to thank my followers,hope you guys like it and big thanks to TrueSkye, your review made my week.
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Chapter 1:
Good Karma
"My ode to Starbucks and all its glory..."Eric stopped short. I looked up at him from my history notes. Raising one brow I stared at the kid. Out of the kindest of my heart I gave him a ride when I saw him walking to school. In return he offered to buy me Starbucks. I thought that was a good idea...well until he started spouting poetry like the fucking poet laureate of my Saturn Sky. I didn't know this kid from Adam. Sure we have AP English together but does giving him the page number count as an introduction?
I observed his features as he fixated on the plastic container. His almond eyes squinted in concentration while his black hair, still slick with rain water, dripped onto his glasses. I watched as little drops of water fell on the lenses. His nose did what could only be described as a Bewitched twitch before his eyes focused back on me. "What is a good ending to that?" He asked with a playful smile. He wasn't t bad, I decided. Plus it was rather disagreeable weather this morning and I couldn't very well leave him. Well, I guess this is what I get for picking up strangers.
I thought for a moment before answering. "Ode to Starbucks and all its glory. My fine companion during weather stormy. In my hand you give your heat. Without you no day is complete. My dear Starbucks my morning glory If I drop you its the end of story." I finished taking a sip of my hot chi tea. The interior of my car filled with applause from my passenger.
"Wow Isabella, that was the best one yet," he said. I shook my head, a blush peeking my cheeks.
"Hardly," I shook my head again before peering out at the car coming into the parking lot. Watching as the vechicles filed into the Battlefield High parking lot I willed away anyone I knew. The last thing I needed was anyone walking up to the car and see me with Eric. Tyle would pitch a fit. Jess would never let me hear the end of it. God forbid Lauren would see. That bitch. "I don't even remember it." I finished, coming out of my thoughts and addressing Eric.
"Sure Isabella," he appeased rolling is eyes at me. He soon joined me in my watching of the cars. "Oh hey, that's Angie," with the excitement in his voice I figured she was his girlfriend. Stuffing his book back into his bag he looked over to me. "You wanna come meet her?" Honestly, I did want to see the girl that captured this little dorks's heart. As much as I wanted to I knew it would be better if I didn't.
"No, it's okay. I have a prior engagement," that sounded smooth enough right? Eric seemed to be accepting of it. With a genuine smile and a nod he opened the passenger door, "thanks for the ride." Showing him my sweetest smile I nodded back to him raising my cup.
"Thanks for the 'morning glory'," he gave a chuckled.
"Anytime, Miss Swan," though it sounded as if he was, I really hoped he wasn't flirting with me. Getting out of the car he gave a little bow. Before closing the door he said, "may good karma follow you always Isabella." I couldn't even debate what that was supposed to mean before I heard first bell.
Pulling the sun visor down, I began preparing myself for the day. I carefully drew the hood of my dance team jacket away from my hair. The soft material came back without disturbing the rollers I had placed in my elongated bangs. As usual I did a once over of my appearance. My flat brown eyes were framed with a quick stoke of eye liner and accented by light green eye shadow. Batting my eyes a few times I made sure there wasn't any clumping. Eyebrows finally plucked, foundation and concealer applied evenly and not a freckle in sight. There was a natural blush on my cheeks, so no need to bother. My eyes fell on my lips. I'm in need of a bit more lips gloss. My still warm cup of Chi Tea was placed in the cup holder while I reached into my bag to retrieve my lip gloss. Amongst the various papers, binders and personal items I found it. Looking back at the small lit mirror I applied a thin coat over my red tinted lips.
After I made sure that only my lips were glossed with no excess I moved onto my hair. I had just dyed it at the beginning of the school year, I was good for a few more weeks yet. Slowly, I unrolled my bangs letting it curl by my chin. They weren't quite right, so I ran my fingers through them continuously until they were just right. The dark curls fell flawlessly, like the back that I had pulled into a net. Taking great pains to carefully remove the pins holding the net, I rid myself of the seafoam accessory. My long dark brown tresses fell onto my shoulder. I couldn't help but behold in delight at my victory. My hair came out perfectly.
Giving my appearance a double check I looked down to my clothes. Nothing to dressy today. I wore my dance team jacket over a simple long sleeved red shirt and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. The jacket was special though. It was giving to members only. Like so many other jackets, sweaters, pull over and hoodies running about the campus, dance team had a jacket to showcase its members. The red heart over my left breast had 'Vixens' scripted over it to show to whom I belonged. On the back lay our dance team emblem of a heart with two pistols facing outward on each side, cocked and at the ready. Frosted over the the emblem were the words 'Battle Ready Vixen," scrawled over it in script. As everyone else on the team, my nickname for this year was autographed under the emblem. My Jacket was a bit long on me thus allowing 'Hell's Bells' to be artistically over my ass in flames.
Feeling myself ready for the day I took a deep breath and I focus my eyes to the ones looking back into mine in the small looking glass. Doing as I had done so many mornings I repeated my mantra. "You are Isabella fucking Swan. You are a strong beautiful woman. You can do this." Flashing my mega-watt smile I felt...wait. I ran my tongue over my teeth removing the bit of lipstick. There perfect.
Now being officially ready I opened my door stuffing now my excess accessories and grabbing my tea. The rain had now began to come down in thick mist like sheets. A sigh wrecked through me as I reached into the glove box for my umbrella. "I'm going to move to a place where the sun is always shining," I promised to myself. The little annoying voice in the back of my head decided to contradict the statement. Yeah right, rolling my eyes at my inner pessimism I pulled up my umbrella and exited my car.
Today, I was parked in my usually spot by the tree line. Granted, being a great shady place to protect the cars from the sun, when it is rainy, it was a whole different story. When heavy rains came a moot would appear around the cars. Though it was a hell of a jump it made me feel better that no one would put there ass on Molly.
Making my way to the door I caught sight of another dance team jacket. Written across her butt was was the word 'Princess' bedazzled enough to blind someone given some sun. With her light brown hair up in our signature ponytail Jessica Stanley stood under the over hang talking to parts of our usual set. Mike Newton was animatedly talking to her. The Newt himself was standing over her in some pseudo seductive stance. To me it was creepy, to Jess he caused her to become a quivering puddle. Apparently my sentiments were shared, for Ben Cheney and Tanya Denali were starting at the two of them. The strawberry blond watched the couple and visibly scoffed in disgust. I could see her in Dance telling Jess she was better then this. Ben, on the other hand, didn't care for Jess. True, she usually had a flavor of the month but she did really like Newt. Well, as much as anyone could. That boy was a real acquired taste. Who am I kidding? Mike's asshole. Then there was Tyler. Tyler Crowley was leaning against a structural beam, his thick arms crossed over his massiver chest. He looked none to pleased being stuck with the four of them. He was only there waiting for me.
Silently, I thanked whoever was up there listening that none of them came up to my car. My red high clicked against the we pavement as I approached them. As soon as I was close enough to catch a whiff of his axe I closed my umbrella. Looping my free arms around his, I pressed myself against him. "Hey there, handsome," he looked down at me with a smirk.
"Hey sexy," with a flare for the dramatic Tyler wrapped his arms around me and kissed me soundly. His kisses were always wet and a little awkward. But he meant well, I suppose. As he ended the kiss I planted a chaste kiss back on his lips. I needed to stop making this mistake. Well, it wasn't a mistake one my end, it was just the way I learned how to kiss. The mistake rested with how Tyler perceptived it. To him my extra kiss meant I wanted more. And answering my unwanted request he pulled me closer and kiss me again. There was something more to this kiss. His soft supple lips were frimly against mine as his tongue asked for entrance. Granting him this, I fell into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers snaking into the bit of hair there. His tongue slide over mine fighting to dominate mine That wasn't even going to happen. I would have shown him who was boss if familiarly displeasing voice didn't speak.
"Miss Swan, Mr. Crowley this is a place of learning not a bordello." Tyler and I broke apart. Him with looking smug while I was staring at her in shock. Hell, I know the bitch doesn't like me but a teacher just made the insinuation that I was a whore. Like that seriously didn't just happen did it? Somewhere in the state of utter bewilderment I heard someone laugh and another person scoff. While I gaped at the petite, copper haired woman she gave me a innocent smile. She looked like such a nice woman right now, you'd never know what just happened.
My flabbergasted frame of mind melted away but before I could answer the bell ran. I think I fell right in to her trap. I say this because her innocent smile curled evilly.
"I'd hurry or you might be late" that was all she said, then began to walk away. Suddenly, Ben began to burst out laughing. He was doubled over his longish dark hair falling over his knees.
"Dude...she...she really h...h-hates you," He said puffing out laughs. No longer stunned from Mrs. Masen not so secret insult I felt that familiar tingle. It was a weight that sat on my chest. My fist balled and I could feel my cheeks warm. Moving my body so I am fully facing him I glared daggers at him. My anger out weighed my mechanism of counting to ten.
"I'd kick your ass Benny Boy but I have to pick on people my own size," I hissed venomously. The suffocation feeling of anger lessened a bit but was still there. Jess and Mike were laughing while Tanya tried not to be amused. Ben scowled but I just flipped him off. He shouldn't have laughed at me. Taking Tyler's hand, I pulled him along to the gym entrance. He had weight training right now. I was gym entrance. In essence, I was really just walking him to class. My class was a little farther down.
"Don't be pissed, beautiful," he said wrapping his arm around my shoulders. My arms instinctively crossed over my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tyler looking at my breasts, now pushed up a bit. I was a little too pissed to care.
"Riddle me this, how the hell should I act when a teacher alludes that I'm a moll?" I turned on him shouting. A bunch of freshmen and varsity football players walked by and gawked. Once again too pissed to care. Tyler being very smart put his hands up, but he looked confused. I could figure out if he was confused about why I was anger or what the world moll meant. Either way, I stopped myself from being annoyed over something stupid. Relaxing my stance I backed off him, he reciprocated and put his hands down. Taking a cautionary step toward me Tyler raised his hand and brushed away a few stray strains from my face. I took a deep breath and silently counted to ten. As I reached five warning bell rang.
"Okay beautiful, just calm down. I have to head in but we'll talk about that bitch and what a moll is," My irritation build as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. He could be remarkably dim. But so sweet that I didn't have the urge to slap him. I nodded, "yeah?"
"Yeah," I agreed. He smiled and planted a kiss on my lips and walked off. Huffing out the rest of my irritation, I walked to the office.
My first class of the day was being a teacher's assistant for the first year dance class. It was a cake walk basically. All my obligations consisted of getting Ms. Valentine's mail from her mail box, check for any copies or deliveries and help out with grading (which was far and few between.) I didn't even have to really dance. It was the perfect start to my day. A real capital way to start my week. And it was first rat today because I had a history test today that was gonna kick my ass.
The teachers' mailroom was quiet. most of the teachers had classes right now. Those that didn't were in prep. Or secretly bumming it at home. The room was like any other school room. The newly linoleum floor gleamed in the light of the fluorescent. There were cheap white tables that had seen better days with blotches of pen ink and multiple coffee rings. The only noise in the room was the breathing of the water cooler in the corner which ever so often would sound with airbubbles moving through the water. On the very back wall were rows upon rows of little cubby holes that they dubbed mailboxes. At the very end of them right over Zimmerman was Valentine. Inside a CD, a plethora of different teacher papers and a order receipt.
Reading the slip I found I had to go to the receptionist's desk. Mrs. Cope had been the school receptionist since...well I'm convinced since the dawn of time. Rationally though, I know she's been here since my parents were freshmen.
In her wonted place, Mrs. Cope was typing furiously at the computer. her uber curly hair up in a messy bun with various writing utensils stitching out of it. The faded ginger swirls in the process of greying fro her years of service. Perplexed blue eyes looked through thick amber rimmed bifocals that sat primly on her nose. The chain on her glasses was strung of crystals, glass beads, and gem stones. Each charm represented on different necklaces around her neck. When my heels could be heard outside office, she looked up at me with a beaming smile.
"Hello there, Isabella," she said with a big smile. Even though the woman was scatter brained, almost elderly and dressed like a witch as a rule when was the most pleasant natured member of the staff at Battlefield High. Probably in the whole city of Fredericksburg.
"Morning, Mrs. Cope," I said walking onto the thin office carpet to her deck. "How are you this morning?"
"Oh just wonderful, it's so beautiful out today," I fought the heckles that threaten to rise. Looking out the front office's large plate glass window, I saw the rain had picked up again. There was nothing beautiful about it. It was cold, wet and just...gross. Turning my attention to her I rose a inquisitorial brow. "Don't look so skeptical. The rain is beautiful. Mother earth is renewing her realm with the life giving water," That statement received a crazy look. I wanted to let her know that it was nearly autumn and I was pretty sure mother nature was killing some of her realm. But hey whatever tickles her fancy.
"If you say so," I conceded. She simply continued to smile a knowing smile and said, "perspective dear child. It can change that world." The little woman had been telling me this since I started here three years ago. Not yet has it made sense. Shaking my head I got back to the real reason I was here.
"A package for Ms. Valentine should be here," the request set the older woman into a twittering motion. Flitting about behind the desk for the key, she went further back into the store room. She was singing and talking to herself as she audibly rummaged. I finished off my tea sighing as it warmed me up. Savoring the last few sips, I tossed it in the trash can. That was really nice of Eric to get me that. I'll have to remember to go something for him. After a bit she brought a large UPS box out to me and a clip board. I looked over the number and copied it on the board before signing my name.
"What do you think it is?" She asked conspiringly. Shaking my head smiling humorously I answered, "probably something boring."
"Never know, maybe its something exciting like shoes or music."
"Or more order books, I'll have to file."
"You must be more open minded Isabella. Surprises happen every day."
"If you say so."
"And I do," She countered. I smiled at her and picked up the box. Balancing the awkwardly large box I had to rearrange it in my arms. It wasn't super heavy just packed full. "Oh dear there was something I was supposed to give you." I turned back to her jostling the papers a bit, not wanting to drop anything. As her per usual flitted about the desk looking something. The desk covered in papers and personal effects mas making it difficult to find this particular item. Excitedly, she squeal like a tween girl. "I found it!" I was happy for her but obviously not for the same reason. What she had found was not something that needed to be in my possession. I don't think I have much need for a blue yo-yo. Hell, I didn't even know they still made them. She was apparently was quite good at it. See scatter brained.
"Um...Mrs. Cope?" What do you tell a grown woman with a yo-yo? Hey chick where is my thing? Please stop walking the dog? There wasn't much I could say to her in this moment. Her attention snapped away from the twirling plastic while it still whirled around on its string. As her blue eyes shifted up to me they stayed in their natural state of confusion before a blink snapped realization back into them.
"Right!" She shouted causing me to jump a bit. She looked around a bit but didn't find anything. This known bit that she wasn't going to find it she snapped her fingers. "How about when I find it I'll have someone send it to you?" I nodded though secretly thinking this was an excuse to let her play. Walking backwards I pushed the handle of the door with my butt.
"Bye Mrs. Cope,"
"See you later, Isabella."
"And five, six, seven, eight!" The danceroom was right off the main gym in a room with large plate glass window allowing us to be seen by the gym. On the adjacent wall was a long wall length mirror with a ballet bar. There were several Dance I girls on the bar stretching while another group of them were practicing turns. Walking in I gained the attenion of Maggie and her little friend Heidi. Maggie's little red curls bounced and she pirouette gracefully. She didn't miss a beat as she waved to me. Heidi, being not as skilled, waved but stumbled a bit Then she promptly fell over. Maggie rushed to help before anyone could laugh. The sound of flesh hitting the floor did not go unnoticed. Catching the ear of the young teacher, Ms. Valentine turned around to see what was the matter. Her eyes took a gander at the two girls piror to facing me.
"Finally! where were you Hell's Bells?" I gestured to the boxes in my hand as if it were obvious. Because I'm pretty sure it was. "Well, put it on my desk. I'll get to it later," I nodded and strolled into the office. "Okay Mini and Bambi let's try that again." Ms. Valentine had a predisposition for nicknames. If there was a trait about you, she had a nickname for it. Take for instance Victoria Hunter got her name, 'Victory'. This was partly due to the diffinition of her name but the name stuck on behalf of her many championship titles. Sadly, there is a dark side. Victoria's little sister, Maggie, gained the name 'Mini', meaning she was the mini-me of Victoria. Some of us felt that would make her feel bad. Our worries were not unfounded. It did bother her, immensely so. She was so ticked off by it she quit dance team. Only to come back after gym and ROTC didn't work out. She is still unhappy about the name but it's hard to change once it sticks. I can attest to that.
Sitting the box at the desk and the CD and papers on top I went to the dance dressing room. I went over to my locker. The door was decorated with cards and well wishes from my birthday a week ago. I wanted to take them down but they did brighten my day. Putting in my combination I opened it up placing my umbrella inside. The inner door was paved in all of my personal articals. Pictures of Jess and I at the beach this summer. Victoria, Maggie and I in a photobooth on a dance trip in Junior high. A picture of our set from last year at the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Up at the top was an Vintage mirror stuck to the door with a hot glue gun. I looked over my appearence double checking every thing. My lips were still a bit glossly but somewhere in the weight room I knew Tyler was being ragged on for having glittery lips. That isn't my fault. I dropped my huge purse into the locker. Having dance did make it a bit awkward when it came to dance clothes. I had to carry dance shoes, toe undies, unitard, leg warmers, and shrug. It was a lot of clothes that went along with my huge binder, comestics and hair things. There was alot going on in this bag. Taking out my binder I shut the door of my locker and went over to the desk.
Lucky for me there was nothing there for me to do. Taking my place in the chair I pulled out my history notes. American history was kicking my ass. I didn't pass the AP exam to enter the class and now in Honors I was barely pulling off a C. A C that was only happening with help and extra credit. For the record it isn't even a high C. It's almost a C-. Benjamin, the student teacher was worried about me keeping up. I was awesome at Geography and World History but on our shores I had no idea. I only knew about the Revolutionary War and the World Wars and bits of the Industrial Era. Okay, I really only knew it from a European point of few. But that is the same thing right? Evidently, not. There was a little more to it then that. Hell, it was only September and all I knew about was that Pochanotas didn't really fall in love with John Smith. That was a bummer I must say.
Today, I have test on the first settlers. I didn't know most of them besides Plymouth and Jamestown. Let me tell you that sure as shit is not enough. With a heavy sigh blowing my bangs up, I read over my very confusing notes. Mr. Malone wasn't exactly the best note taker which affected the notes he gave. They sucked and often...no, scartch that, they were never helpful. Like ever! But don't tell him that because he'll deny it. "That's your duty as a student to take control of your own education. You cannot blame me for your lack of effort," he would lament. Denial, dear sir, is not just a river in Egypt. So with my teacher's pompous attitude and my total incompetence with anything that happened in the borders of the U.S, I was screw. Royally and totally screwed.
The period flew by filled with names, dates and places. My brain was quite literally stuffed by the time the bell rang. I put away my mulitude of notes and walked to the history hall. It sorta felt like walking the green mile. Every step closer to the end. As I reached Mr. Malone's door to his barren walled class I cringed. I loathed this class ad I knew with time I would grow to despise the teacher as well. Standing at the door like Tartarus welcoming the sinner to hell, the balding, unhappy educator stood glumly. His full cheeks rosey and creased from years of frowning and killing the dreams of passing for hopeful students. "Good morning, Miss Swan. I trust you are prepared," ...to fail, he seemed to add silently.
"As I'll ever be," I said certain I wasn't. He nodded probably able to smell the failure in the air. I went to the back of the room to were my seat resided. Tiffay, one of the many grade obessed honor students, was talking to herself. She seemed to be shaking as her knees bounced in antcipation. Taking my seat I saw a mousey brown haired girl fiddling with her glasses going over flash cards. The kid sitting on the left side of me was shaggy black hair and a baby face. Yeah I'm absolutely certain he was praying. These events surrounding me translated that my happy ass was failing this test. Great...
The warning bell ran as a few more students ran in. Trust me when I say that when you are late to this class the consequences make the Inquisition seem tame. "I'd hurry Mister Normans," Mr. Malone drawled monotonly. "I wouldn't want to have to fail you."
The hell you wouldn't, I though. This coming from the man who holds the record for the most students held back. Last checked in his twelve years as a teacher there have been fourteen. Like seriously that should be telling the principal something. A man came sauntering in with thick army surplus boots stomping agains the linoleum floor. He took his jolly ole time getting to his seat. Even in the way he walked one could tell he was an egotistical bastard. If his cocky smirk wasn't any indication then the way that he over his ass over his chair until the bell rang was a dead give away. Mr. Normans was an asshole, plain and simple. But I have to give it to him though he was my hero right now for pissing off Mr. Malone.
"Now class," the rotund man began, picking up the stack of tests. "Today we have a test on the first settlers of America. You'll have forty five minutes. there are a hundred questions all multiple choic and one short answer. I caution you to use your time wisely." I hope he knows that that isn't even a minute a question. But he knew that as he had the front row pass back the test, I swear he wiggled in excitement. "Do not turn your test over until I give the word." Translation: wait ten minutes so you can only have thirty-five minutes to take the test. My row finally got the packet and it was face down with the short answer facing up.
Explain how the exploration and settlement of America effected the ecolofy, environment and the way we view this land today. Elucidate with detail your response in complete sentences. Grammar and spelling will be graded. What the fuck kind of question is that? Oh I'm so bonded.
"Does everyone have a packet and answer sheet?" He didn't wait for an answer, "begin." Flipping the packet over I began the test. This was our first test of the year. Each question was strangely worded. For some of them I wasn't even sure what he was asking for. I wanted to raise my hand and ask for clarification. I distinctively knew I couldn't. Asking for help during any tye of examination was deeply frowned upon. "How will I know if you are understanding the material if I help you?" the demon had once remarked. My aptitude for this subject be dammed, this man was a bad teacher.
After ten minutes of getting to where I heard the door open. In dire need of some sort of distraction I looked up at the entering person. It was one of the office aids with a note. Knowing full well it wasn't for me, I prayed it was. There was a down side to this. Should I leav, I couldn't make up the test. The only available time was after school. I would not be able to because I had a seventh period class. And Mr. Malone wasn't going to show up early in the morning. Remember those teachers I said bum it int the morning because they don't have a class? This man was the leader of the pack.
Mr. Malone took the note nodding, "after class." He better hope that it wasn't an emergency. The clock on the wall caught my eye and I saw time was quickly running out. I returned to my test. Match the detail with the sttlement: A) Jamestown, B) Plymouth, C) Roanoke, D) None of the Above. Wait...what the hell is Roanoke? I'm screwed. I knew four answers, Bradfor, pilgrimes-Plymouth, John Smith, Pocahontas-Jamestown Well that is four out of a hundred. No one can say I didn't try. However they can say I failed though.
The door opened again and the aid came back in and spoke in hushed tones. Mr. Malone repeated sternly "after class". The aid looked scared but held out saying something more. "I said after class, can you not see they are in the middle of a test!" The entire class was now paying attention. The aid nodded and made a hasty retreat. Wise decision. Malone-1, Aid-0. "Imbecile,"the elder man grumbled, then looked up at his class. "You only have fifteen minutes," nothing else needed to be said. All the heads once watching return to their tests simultaneous. Five minutes went by and I was no closer to finishing. I had fifty more questions to go. That's five questions per minute. In a word, impossible.
As if she hadn't had enough the door opened again. But this time the awkward and albeit foolishly brave aid did not enter. In her stead was Mrs. Cope, her perplexed look replaced with one of irritation. "Isabella," I looked up at her with wide questioning eyes, "come with me."
"She is taking a test and-"
"Save the high and mighty attitude for you wife, Fred," there was a hum of snickers and giggles at this. Mr. Normans, on the other hand, guffawed obnoxiously. "You know the rules regarding summons. Let's go Isabella," I had yet to move. As much as I wanted to I couldn't really afford to miss this test. But the look on the elder woman's face told me now was not the time for second guesses. I packed up my binder, picking up my test and walked to the front of the class. Before I could even inquire about my test the portly man sneered, "you can finish after school."
"I have a seventh-"
"That sounds like a personal dilemma, Miss Swan. I assume you can deal with it." I went to open my mouth and tell him off but a soft wrinkld hand grabbed my wrist. Said wrist was connected to a hand that was raised and pointed at the frickin' anti-chirst. I took a deep breath and turned to Mrs. Cope allowing her to lead me out. This wouldn't be the first time she save me from detenion. To anyone else who knew me, would agree it wouldn't be the last.
"Ugh that man," my savior dismissed. she wordlessly took me through the halls toward the conselors lobby. I wasn't calm enough to speak so I didn't question as she lead me to Mrs. Cruz's office. Gesturing toward the door, I walked in as she told me, "make sure you tell her about the test." Then she left. I guess this was what she was supposed to give to me. I don't think I'd ever be so happy about her timing. Not only did I not have to take the test, I got to go to a new class. Hell with her timing I didn't have to go to any major classes today. Maybe this was really good karma. Thank you Eric. He's getting a gift card to Starbuck for this.
