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"Running From One Entering Another"
"Lay Low, and don't-"
"I know don't get attached,"
Attached my ass. He acts like I'm some 'Hopeless for Romance' or some kind of shit.
Once I step on campus, I can tell that this place is all about reputation. Every where I look there's a cliche.
The Cheer leader people-Bitches. Their red and white uniforms that they prance around in. Their long black, brown, red, blonde hair tightly slicked back in a high pony tail.
The Smart people-Nerds. They stand in the corners of the building. Talking about homework or college.
The Athletic people-Jocks. They travel in a pack, walk around like there the kings of this school. Simple as that.
The Drug people-Burn outs. Their black clothing that smells like smoke when they pass by you in the hallway. They do nothing say nothing, just smoke.
The Werid people-Freaks. They have their own place on campus. A tree, Bench, Rock, something anything.
The Normal people-Students. They're all in the middle. In the middle of classrooms, crowds, lines.
And last,
The Unsocial people-Loners. Thats were I am placed this school year. The people who talk to no one. The ones who stand people who you only hear their voice when the teacher calls on them.
So hear I am leaning against the school, awkardly. Waiting for the bell to ring so I can run to the school.
'Ring Ring Ring'
At the second ring half the students are already in the building.
The 'Bitches' pushing everybody that's in their way.
The 'Nerds' already in the classrooms with their notebooks and sharpen pencils.
The 'Burn Outs' finishing their joints or putting them out.
The 'Freaks' slowly heading towards the school.
The 'Loners' keeping their heads down as they make there way to school.
The 'Students' Are at there lockers talking among themselves about homework or last night.
And The 'Jocks' Finishing throwing their last victim in the trash can.
"Hi I'm Ms. Pillsbury. What can I do for you?" A lady with red hair and huge eyes ask me. Apparently her name is Ms. Pillsbury.
"Uh, yeah," I hand her my bundle of papers that Keith gave me this morning to her.
"Mmmkay. You can take a seat while, I will get your schedule worked out," she says as she walks to the back.. I sit down at the row of chairs that is against a glass wall.
"Miss Berry, I'm sorry but you just can't waltz in there and sing anytime you want drama club uses it and the Cheerios," I hear a mans voice with a thick India accent.
"The Cheerios? Figgins. They're cheer leaders, they don't need the auditourm," I hear another mans voice. I turn my head and look into the glass office. But there's blinds that cover it. I can only see a mans back. And another man seated at the desk. They're both talking to another person that's seated on the couch.
"William can you give us a minute," The Indian guy says looking at the man with a vest on. He nods and gets up to the door. I quickly pretend to tie my shoe as the teacher walks by. He stops and talks to the woman at the front desk.
"Rachel, I know you love to sing. But you have to do it on your freetime. Not during class hours? Ok?" the principal I assume.
The girl that's seated on the couch nods and looks right at me as she gets up from the chair. I quickly move my head again to look at the my shoes that have become extremley intresting.
"Mr. Evans?" I turn my head to see Ms. Pillbury at the desk with a piece of paper in her hands. I stand up and head towards her.
"William, you and Rachel are free to go now," Ms. Pillsbury and I both look up to the door where the voice came from.
"Hi, Will," Ms. Pillsbury waves at him. Will immdietly looks up and smiles at her.
The three of them continue to talk about Rachel at the doorway. And Ms. Pillsbury continues on about my schedule and so on. But I continue to gaze at this Rachel girl. She just stands there and waits patiently as the two adults talk. She's a brunette with chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. She's wearing a dress thats hugs her abdominal area and goes flowy from her waist down to her mid thigh. And a sandal looking heels. She looks outside as a group of three, cheer leaders walk down the hallway.
"Ok, Mr. Evans?" Rachel quickly looks over to the desk as she meets my gaze. I remove my eyes from hers and look back at Ms. Pillsbury.
"Yeah," I comes over to the desk and stands next to me.
"Hey, Will. This is Sam, Sam this is Mr. Schuester," Ms. Pillsbury introduces me to Mr. Schuester.
"Hi Sam, you can call . I teach Spanish," I give him a wave and he turns his attention to .
"Ok, Rachel you may go now," The India guy tells Rachel, she nods and walks out the door.
"Well since I'm here let me show you to your locker,eh Sam?" The spanish teacher asks me. I just nod my head and grab my bag and follow him to the hallway.
"So where you from Sam?" Mr. Schue asks me when we start walking down the hallway.
"I'm from California," I simply say, he nods We turn a corner and I see the girl from the office at her locker.
"Hey, Rachel," She looks up from digging in her locker. She looks at Mr. Schuester then looks at me. "This is Sam. He's new," I smile at her. She just keeps looking at me. "And I thought you could show him to his next class. I have to go and do my study plan for Spanish," Rachel glances back at . "Thanks," He walks down the hallway before she can respond.
"So you like to sing," I say trying to releave the silence. I rock on my feet and stuff my hands into my jacket pockets.
"You know it's not polite to listen to other peoples conservations," Rachel grabs some books and stuffs them into her bag.
"I. Uh. I was j-jus-" I stutter out and began to open up my locker.
"It's ok," I turn my head to see her smile at me. She has a really, really pretty smile. I just kind of stare at her for a while.
"So what class do you have?" she shuts her locker door and leans next to mine. I pull out my schedule.
"I have," I pause and look at the schedule, "Math," I crumble the piece of paper back into my pocket and smile at her.
"Well, Math is, uh" she looks away from my gaze and nods her head to the door at the end of the hallway. "Down there."
"Thanks,"
"Yeah, sure." she looks at what I'm wearing, "It's nice to meet you Sam,-"
"Evans," I finsh. She nods and smiles as she follows Mr. Schues exit.
"You too," I yell after her as she turns the corner "Rachel" I say quitley.
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