Hi again! I'm back with another chapter :) Okay, so first I want to thank all of you for giving my story a chance :) and I want to give a special thanks to the readers who also took the time to leave a review. :) I really appriciate it!
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White tiles, blue lockers, wooden doors, a white seiling... I have officially stepped in another typical high school buiding. I mean they all just really looks the same to me. Every school I have ever been in are almost identical. The colours of the lockers are the only things that's sometimes different. I mean, is there like a school convention or something where people present a standard design for school buidings? Not that I really care though. It makes it just that bit easier to adjust.
As I am walking through the halls searching for the main office, I do see a few things that catch my eye. For example; There are many beautiful plants standing in the hallways. Personally, I find it nice to see that some schools still care about nature and stuff like that. I also find it very refreshing that the halls aren't all covered in posters with ads for sports events or cheer leading try-outs. Yay, finally a school where everything doesn't revonlve around sports! Not that all schools are like that though, I mean it just that my last two schools were like obsessed with soccer games, basketball games, volleyball games...you get the idea, right? Mostly those schools have a very strict social hierarchy too, so maybe this school is different. I mean, could this really be that one school that stands out from all the others? But suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by a loud thud.
"Watch where you're going nerd!" A group of jocks yell while shoving a nerdy freshman, who was getting his books, into the lockers.
Yep, still a normal high school!
After walking for what feels like hours I finally find the main office. I knock on the window that separates the office with the school hall and wait for someone to come. A few seconds pass and a rather old looking lady walks up and stands behind the counter. She opens the glass window and says:
"Hello, how can I help you?"
Ugh, that bright smile. I hate it when people do that. It always gives me the creeps. You never know if people do it because they want to be polite or if they're just that perky. It's confusing!
"Uhm, hi. I'm new here and I was wondering if this is where I have to pick up my schedule?" I say.
"Oh, yes. I remember. The Principal informed me of a new student arriving today."
And there's that smile again. Do those cheeks never hurt?! But she does seem nice though.
"Ally was it, right?" The nice, but still somewhat creepy lady says. "Hmm, I don't seem to find a last name here, that's odd..." She questions.
"Yes, that's me. Oh, and don't worry about the last name. You can't find it, because I never gave my last name when I signed in." I tell her. She looks rather confused when I say that and I can almost see the wheels in her head turning to find a proper response to what I just said. But hé, it's a normal reaction. I get it all the time. But look on the bright side. The creepy smile is finally gone!
"I'm sorry dear, but I don't quite understand. Last time I checked a last name is manditory." She finally responds.
"I know, but I never tell a person my last name. It's a complicated story, but normally things shouldn't be a problem. My aunt already spoke to the Principal and he said it was alright." I say, but she doesn't respond. I hate that I have to do this to people, I never mean to cause trouble with the issue of my last name. But luckily people eventually get used to it. So, it's all good. Right?
She still sends me a kinda skeptical look but she finally gives me my schedule and my locker combination. "You know, you're lucky there's only one Ally in this school. Otherwise things would be a lot more complicated." She adds, but not in a mean way. I know that because...well let's just say someone's smile and perky personality returned.
"So you're a senior, I see." I nod my head and give her a little smile." That's great. You know, people say being a senior is the best and the worst year of high school." She continues.
I give her a bit of a confused look and say: "I know senior year has its ups and downs, but I wouldn't say it's the worst year of high school."
"I know but you see, what I meant was that it's the best year because you get to do many special things. The seniors plan a lot and there are a lot of other events too. Oh, and don't forget the parties." She says while giving me I wink. I nod my head and give her a little chuckle. "But you know, the downside is that you have tons of work to do. Finals are really hard and you have to study all the time. Even on winter and spring breaks. You also have a lot of responsibilities and you have to figure out what to do next year. People can put a lot of pressure on you too."
"Yes, but I know that." I reply.
"But have you ever thought about what that can do to a person? It can make or break you. People get stronger and more self sufficient because they learn to think for themselves and do things on their own. Later on, those things can help them define who they really are. But in many cases, people just crumble under the pressure and they break. I've seen it happen before, you know."
"Wow, I never really thought of it that way. But I guess you're right." I say a bit overwhelmed.
"Oh, but I didn't mean to scare you though. I'm sure you are going to do great!" She says reassuringly while giving me a smile. I gladly return it.
"Well, I better send you on your way now. It's almost 8:05 and classes start at 8:15, plus I think it would be better if you find your locker first. You know, because all your books are in there. Will you be able to find your way to your first class?" The nice lady, whose name I still don't know, asks.
"Uh, yeah. I think I saw the classroom on my way over here." I tell her.
"Ok, great. Have a nice first day sweetie and if you ever have a question. You know where to find me. Oh, and before I forget, I'm Joan." She says and then she gives me that big smile again, which now seems very genuine.
After I thank her and say goodbye I go and try to find my locker. I find it almost immediately and I take out the books I need for my fist lesson of the day, which is French. Now I know I told Joan that I remebered the classroom, well I may or may not kinda have lied. I just really didn't want to bother her, you know. But on second thought that wasn't really such a smart move. I guess I just have to look harder and hope for the best. Maybe I will even find someone who can help me.
But it's already 8:13! I shall never make it in time! Why do I always get myself into things like this. I really need to start working om my time management!
Gone in thoughts I keep sprinting through the halls hoping to see any sign of life of other students but it appears everyone is already in their classes. Why do these things always happen to me? And on the first day. Way to make a good impression!
But then, to my biggest amazement, I finally reach the right classroom. (Or so I hope.) And it's only 8:14 which means I am still on time, yay! I stop my inner victory dance and reach for the doorhandle, but then right when I want to open the door I feel a firm body colliding with mine. The collision sends me flying to the ground and causes all of my belongings to be beautifully sprawled across the floor. (Note the sarcasm)
After I fully comprehend what has happened, I really thought the worst part was over. But well things aren't always what they seem, because when the person, who I bumped into, opens his mouth... I swear, if I was carrying a Starbucks people would sue me for the way I was holding it. Well, that is if you consider "holding a cup" as crushing and completely demolishing it...
So there it is. As you can see, this chapter is longer then the last one, but trust me when I say; the next are even longer. :)
Again, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read this. :)
Oh, and if you find time to leave a review or if you have any tips please let me know :) I love reading them and I really hope you guys keep sending them. It's like they always say; The more the merrier right? ;) haha
And before I forget, any thoughts on who might have run into Ally? Hmm? ;) Oh, I'm just kidding. I bet a lot of you already know ;)
And what do you think about the fact that Ally doesn't tell anyone her last name? Do you think it's silly? Or do you think there might be something else to why she doesn't let anyone know?
Well, thanks again and until next time! (Hopefully)
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