Sorry for being MIA so long! I'm only able to write when I'm at my dad's house, which is not very often. Anyway, prepare yourselves for the shortest and most filler-y chapter on this site. Sorry about that, too…I promise I'll have another one up later today though, so it's all cool. School starts for me on Monday… :( … What about you? Please review even though this is a super lame chapter :]
Once the bell had stopped ringing, I glanced once at the three papers I held in my hand. Two of them were my class and bell schedules, and the other was a scrap of notebook paper that had my locker number and combination scribbled on it. D74: 15-25-05. O-kay. First things first. Getting to class and somehow not being a half hour late. Got it. I shifted two of the three papers from my left hand into my right, leaving the class schedule so I could take a closer look. What font size did they use, eight? I lifted the paper up to my face so I could actually read it. And then—
"Auugh! Hey! Watch where you're going!" I yelped on impulse as someone barreled into me. Hard. I stumbled forward, taking a moment to regain my balance before whirling on the person who had crashed into me. The someone looked pretty familiar. It was him.
Dammit.
I reluctantly held out my hand to help him up, though on the inside? It felt like Hell was consuming my internal organs. That is how angry I was at that moment. He grudgingly accepted my offer, and I felt a shimmer of respect towards TDaMGL , at least knowing that he wasn't a total chauvinist pig who refused a hand up from, God forbid, a girl. He was, however, a complete and total Neanderthal. Get this: He smacks into me, I help him up, and he grunts at me. He just grunts and walks away. Like, okay. Sorry to inconvenience you by taking up space in your otherwise totally empty hallway where collisions can easily be avoided.
Still fuming, I headed off to my first class.