AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for the reviews here's some new chapter/chapters (not really sure at the moment).
Joan and Travis walked to the first class they had together and Travis sat next to her. Joan looked up as Adam walked in. He looked at her and then at Travis. He settled for an empty seat across the room.
Joan turned to Travis, who was looking around. He looked at her and smiled. "Is the assistant principal your mom?" he asked.
"Yeah," Joan said. "She got promoted to the assistant principal position right after the old one got arrested."
Travis' eyebrows shot up. "Arrested?"
"Long story."
Travis nodded. "Interesting school."
"Very."
Travis turned as the substitute teacher walked in, talking on her cell phone deeply into conversation. She tossed her head back and laughed and everybody stopped talking. She looked at the class. "Oh, I have to go now," she said. "Talk to you later. Bye-bye." She hung up and smiled widely at the class.
"Sorry about that," she said to the class. "I'm Ms. Armstrong. I'll be your substitute today." She looked at the piece of yellow lined paper. "I have no clue what she's talking about so, just chill for today."
Joan smiled. She found her new favorite teacher. Travis looked at her. "So what's up?" he asked.
She smiled. "Nothing," she replied. "This is Arcadia."
He shrugged. "Well, I at least gave it a shot but since nothing good happens here…"
Joan smiled at him.
"Hi Jane," Adam said, walking over pulling his chair up next to her.
"Jane?" Travis asked.
Adam's face burned. How was he going to explain that to some new kid.
"Nickname," Joan said. Travis nodded. He didn't ask anymore questions. Joan turned to Adam. "Hi."
Adam smiled quickly and then it faded. "I have a whole new piece at the house," he said. "If you want to stop by sometime and see it."
"Sure," Joan replied.
"You're an artist?" Travis asked.
Adam nodded.
"My mom's an artist," he replied.
"Cool," Adam said. Joan knew that he wasn't too interested in the conversation. "So, uh, when do you think you can come over?"
"This afternoon, I guess," she replied.
He nodded. "Ok. We'll walk home this afternoon then," he said. "Tell your mom it's cool that she's the assistant principal and the art teacher."
"I will," Joan said. "But I don't see how she's going to juggle both of them."
"Well, at least Price is gone."
Travis looked at Joan. "Who's Price?" he asked.
"Ex-assistant principal," she explained.
He nodded.
They talked some more and then the bell rang and they left. Adam watched Joan walk off with Travis, she was staring at him the way she use to look at him, Adam Rove. He wanted to climb into a locker and forget the combination. But he walked on to his art class.
