Chapter 8

The water was cool against my head as the nurse splashed and helped me clean my head. It was kind of embarrassing.

"How did this happen? We have to write a report about this. Who are your parents?"

Crap "Oh uh I'm not part of this school yet. I'm just taking a trial, to see if I like it here. I might enroll later but that's not certain yet." Dammit it hurt. I was getting a little drowsy.

"Oh well that's not all that good. We'll have to bandage your head okay hun'?"

I hate when anyone talks to me that way "Yeah that's fine. I've had to do it before anyways."

"Hmn? What did you say? I couldn-"

"Oh nothing. Nothing."

She finished bandaging my head then I walked out of the small bathroom in the school's main office. Connie was still standing there and looked quite worried. She was biting her lip and squeezing her hands. When she saw me her eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh, that's really – just – god. I'm so sorry," Connie stood there squeezing her hands. I rubbed my head - it was still sore.

"It wasn't your fault? Why do you feel so guilty? There's no reason for you to be," we walked out of the office and down and out into the lot again

"For some reason I can't brush off the feeling that it was my fault on some level." she looked really down...

"What happened to your...craziness?"

"Oh! I had a feeling you didn't like the amount of energy I had, and it was overwhelming..."

"No. I guess its ok..."

I sat down next to Connie in a large classroom on the second floor of the school. It had black topped tables and a sink, as well as cupboards that stored text books. There were large windows on the opposite wall of the door and the tables against that wall held piles of papers, markers, pencils, calculators, and other supplies.

Evana, one of Connie's friends had to scoot over and make room for me at the table. She was African-American, and had awesome dark hair. I ALMOST touched it but I didn't, knowing that might seem creepy. Everyone stared at me since my head was bandaged.

"Why hello Ms. Connie," said the teacher, "Who is this! And what happened to your head!"

He seemed quite friendly, much better than any other teacher I had in school.

"Oh uh this...I was attacked by a rabid fan girl." I looked at him wondering what his response would be.

"Whoa whoa whoa! You know girls these days are just dangerous, they should put up more warning signs about that."

I think he was the first person I smiled at since we came to that weird world – even though it was a lame joke.

So I sat back and let the day commence. We did some math taught by the first teacher, Mr. Gallagher, then science, which was quite interesting seeing the teacher Mr. Medintz's ideas. I had a rather long argument with him when I found something that I didn't quite like in his theories. The rest of the class seemed to get a kick out of it. We went to reading and social studies which was pretty fun, I'd never been taught in this manner before. The teachers were way more intimate, and diverse in their teaching styles. The reading teacher's name was Ms. Ahmed.

Connie had to leave for a Spanish class in the middle of reading along with a few other kids, and the ones that stayed behind continued with other reading activities. They were all too easy, but it was interesting working with the other students like this. We had writing, which was pretty much the teacher (who was also the student principle) Ms. Plocher talking to us about her way of teaching and what we would be doing in the future. I didn't have any of the supplies so I watched Connie and Evana.

Basically the school was awesome.

And then we needed to get me some new clothes.