s Sam made his way through the corridors, he noticed that this school was very overpopulated. So far he had seen at least five different cliques, none of which he foresaw himself hanging out with. Eventually he managed to wade his way through the heaving crowd of pubescent teenagers and to the main office towards the front of the building. Trust Dean to have dropped me off at the back car park, he thought to himself as he realised that they had parked at the furthest possible point from where they needed to be. Suddenly, he felt anxious as he walked up to the glass windows of the office and spoke to the woman behind them, who was seemingly preoccupied with typing on a computer and ignoring Sam.
"Can I help you?" She eventually asked in that bored tone that people develop from saying the same thing a thousand times.
"I'm-I'm Sam Winchester. I'm new here, I came to pick up my schedule," he said, the sentence turning into more of a question as he began to feel uneasy under that woman's cold look.
"Ah, yes, here you go," she handed him a small piece of paper, "enjoy your first day here."
Sam looked down at the slip she had given him; his first lesson was biology. Great, he thought, biology – a subject that I actually like.
As he walked into class, he noticed that all of the chairs in the class were already full, apart from just one. The teacher, Mr. Davenshaw, pointed Sam towards that chair and handed him a yellow book. Dropping his backpack on the floor, Sam sat down next to a girl with tumbling blond locks and rosy cheeks. She was pretty cute, Sam noticed. Too bad she would only have eyes for his brother. He sighed and dropped his eyes to his book, where he continued to make notes through the lesson. Towards the end of class, the girl turned and spoke to him while Mr. Davenshaw was busy making notes on the board about reflexes and synapses.
"Hey," she smiled. "I'm Hannah." Okay, she was really cute, Sam thought. He could feel his cheeks going red, and not from the slight social awkwardness he suffered from.
"Sam," he spoke, "how's it going?"
"I'm pretty good. Well, as good as you can be in a lesson covering the whole of last year's syllabus," she giggled. Sam smiled, looks like she's pretty intelligent. She looked at Sam's face and must have noticed that he'd started to smile, as she looked satisfied with his reaction. "How's your first day at Rushmore going?" She asked him.
"Fine, I guess. There's a lot of kids here, I'm not really used to it," he admitted.
"Yeah, it's such a waste," she said. Sam shot her a confused look and she grinned. "Well, there's about five thousand people in this school, and fifty humans." Sam nodded with understanding as he comprehended what she said. "Hey, I have the best idea! You can come sit with me at lunch; I'll introduce you to my other friends!" She beamed up at him. The thought of meeting the people who such a pretty girl would hang round with terrified him, but he knew he had to man up and go with her, after all, how else was he going to make any friends?
"Yeah, sure," he agreed as the bell signalling the end of class rang. "I'll see you in the cafeteria at lunch." He stood up and made his way out of the classroom.
Second period was a bore, physics was never something Sam was overly interested in, no matter how much he exceeded his classmates. He'd been seated next top a boy called Rory. He was okay, but not the sort of person Sam wanted to get too close to. Finally the lesson finished, meaning Sam could leave and have a break for an hour. As he entered the cafeteria, he noticed Hannah and her friends sitting an a table, with a seat kept empty next to her.
"Hey, Sam! I kept you a chair," she smiled. He took a deep breath as he lowered himself down onto the chair. "This is Ben," she gestured to her right, "Molly," she pointed across from her, "and Adrian." Adrian was the boy sat next to Molly, it looked as though they were dating. "Guys, this is Sam." They all murmured a hello, and Adrian instinctively put his arm around Molly's shoulders. There was a brief awkward silence, during which Sam had the opportunity to wonder if Ben was Hannah's boyfriend. He wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was – in Sam's mind Ben was a lot more attractive and muscular than him. However, he seemed to react as if any other person would when Hannah turned to face Sam and favoured speaking to him over talking with Ben. After chatting with them for at least half an hour, Sam stood up and went to go and buy himself some food. When he checked his pockets he found that he only had 70 cent, meaning he only had enough for something small, if that. He looked over the prices for all the different things and settled on an apple. By the time he had bought his apple and sat down to eat it, it was time for lessons to start again. I'll just eat it later, he thought.
Halfway through his third lesson of the day Sam's stomach started to growl violently, making him realise that had forgotten breakfast because he was in a rush, which meant he had nothing yet that day. He was sure that Dean would fix them both something up when he got home.
The end of the school day came at last, well, for everyone except for Sam. While everyone else was waiting for their friends to walk home with or catch a ride, he was making his way towards the school library. It was the first opportunity he had to check out what books they had, and to make a start on the homework he had been set. Being towards the end of the year, the teachers weren't going to ease him in gently. The place was as empty as a desert, but that was something Sam had grown to expect from school libraries. He placed his bag on the floor and found a desk near the back where he could work in peace. Nearly half an hour had passed before Sam remembered that his apple was still uneaten, but when he thought about it, the lack of food was making him slightly nauseous. He thought it best to leave the apple until he felt like he was actually hungry again, rather than forcing it down himself.
When the clock reached six, the library was almost at closing time. Sam used the little time he had left to walk around the building and into the languages section. To his joy, he found that there were shelves stacked to the brim with Latin books, something he could easily use to persuade his father to allow him extra time at school to avoid training. Breathing a sigh of contentment, Sam made his way out of the library and down the vast steps that lead up to the old building.