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Chapter 2
Senior Year, 1st Day of School, Part 1
Fang
"Good morning teachers and students, may I please have Nick Micheals come to the office? Nick Micheals, to the office." Click.
I got a bunch of audible playful 'ohs' and 'what did you do this time?' I got up from my desk, and walked out of homeroom and toward the office.
I made my way down the hall, checking my pockets for any thing suspicious. I passed a familiar head of dirty blond and walked toward the end of the wall. I don't need to see her face again.
I walked into the office, greeting Mrs. Rode as I pass by, and making my way to the counselor's office. I knock on the door, waiting for the approval of Mr. Perez letting me in. I heard the faint 'come in´ and I opened the door.
"You wanted to see me Mr. Perez?" I questioned. He looked up and nodded. I sat in his chair, and waited for him to start talking.
"Don't worry Nick, you're not in trouble, you can breathe now." I breathed a breath of relief.
"I brought you here because I noticed that in the system we had given you the schedule of Nicholas Micheals, a freshman. So I wanted to give you you're actual schedule."
I nodded my understanding, so they gave me a freshie's schedge? Oh ok, reasonable excuse.
He printed out my schedule, but he never gave it to me. I looked up confused.
"Want me to see if any of your friends are in any of your classes?" I raised an eyebrow at this.
"If you want, is there a catch?" he shook his head as to say no. I nodded at his offer. He nodded and opened the school student system.
"Alright tell me your first period."
"Um, English."
"Ok, ill tell you the names of the people I've seen you with before."
"Ok."
"Monique Myers, Lissa Lloyd, James Turbine, Max Cortes, and Maximum Ride."
I paled at the mention of her name. What?
"I have a feeling that you and Maximum aren't the best of friends?" I looked at him, shocked.
"I sort of broke her heart." He winced at my words.
"That must've been brutal."
I stayed quiet. I'm not in the mood to talk about it.
"May I go?"
"All right, get out of here Micheals." I stood and left, saying bye to Mrs. Rode and Mr. Cantor.
Crap. First period of the day, and I'm stuck with Maximum? That's just so fucking fantastic.
The bell rang, making everyone leave homeroom, and walk to their first period. I walked to my locker, and grabbed a notebook and some pens and pencils.
I walked to English, hoping that I didn't get a bat shit crazy teacher.
I walked in, and sat at the far end, by the window. Seeing as that no one was actually here, I chose to gaze at the window.
After 2 minutes, a lot of people started too file in, and then I saw some familiar faces. Lissa walked in chatting with Max Cortes, Iggy and then Nudge, but no Max. Maybe Mr. Perez made a mistake?
Iggy and the rest sat around me. Giving me the usual 'Hey Fang' greeting.
The bell rang, and the door was closed instantly. The teacher had stood and began writing on the board, and I just began drawing on the desk, not really caring if teach did anything really. I suddenly heard the door slam shut, making most of the students jump. I looked up and saw the familiar head of dirty blond. Maximum.
"Sorry I'm late; Mrs. Rode had needed me for something." She handed the teacher a pass, and turned around. Her eyes landed on mine, and her face looked shocked. She went pale for a sec, but turned away, not wanting to see me. She looked sad as she walked to her seat, on the other side of the room.
"Ok class, I'm Mr. Earl, you're English teacher, and in this class we will be reading some modern day novels, but we will also be reading some classic literature like The Scarlet Letter and or a favorite of mine, The Battle of Jericho, you will get some assignments on the novels we read, but while we do not read, you will be required to give me a journal entry on your weekend, with proper grammar. They are only due Mondays and or Tuesdays, depends on when I see you, and if you don't turn it in, you'll get an F in the grade book, I do not accept late work, so tough nooggies to you all."
The students looked disappointed, realizing that this year they got a strict.
"I do not give assigned seats, so I hope you're good with where you sit." The class responded with sighs of satisfaction. Everyone sat next to people they are friends with.
I looked at Maximum the entire time Mr. Earl was talking. To this day, I still question myself as to why did I date the smart dirty blond known as Maximum Ride. It just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, she is pretty, but what was it that made me a sort of infatuation to her?
The rest of the class was in some sort of a blur to me. I kept thinking, not giving a thought or a damn to Mr. Earl's handouts, just thinking, and the occasional chuckle at Iggy's jokes, Max's corny faces, receiving the fat textbook, and just the slight murmur of voices of everyone's conversations, but then I came back of my thoughts from the sound of the bell.
I stood and tried to be the first one out; knowing Maximum was always the last one out of the room, she always did that freshman year; she said she liked to have a little chit chat before the next period. Thankfully, I was one of the few first out, making my way to my locker, and getting my books for second period. I put the combo in, seeing that we don't need a composition for English; I'll use the one in my hand and use it for Trigonometry.
I walked across the hall and found the stairs. I tried to be fast, seeing as that we only have 5 minutes between classes; I've spent a good 3 minutes. I power walked across the wall and entered the room, finding out that the teacher was non-other than, Ms. Gold, the school's best and nicest Trigonometry teacher. Thank god.
I sat somewhat in the middle of the class. I actually want to pass this class guys. The class filled up quickly, but to no surprise, Maximum walked in, taking a quick glance, and taking the seat closest to the door. Luckily, an old friend of mine had walked in, Jordan Jolley. JJ for short. We did that guy handshake, and he took the seat in front of me.
"Hey man, long time no see?" he said.
"Yea bro, last time I saw you, you had a fro and a high pitched voice."
"Oh you mean like this?" he mocked a high pitched voice. I chuckled at his tom foolery. What a trip.
~[*]~
Lunch time.
Possibly every teenagers' favorite time of the day, when it comes to this raging hell hole called Highschool.
I walked to the cafeteria, not really in a rush, since there are vending machines everywhere. I faintly heard rushed steps behind me, I stepped aside thinking that it's just a bunch of freshies behind m-
Bam!
I lay on the floor, slightly confused as to why I'm on the floor. I looked up and saw her. Is this god playing a joke on me? 'Cause seeing her everywhere is starting to bother me a bit.
"Why are you running Maximum?"
She recollected herself, and a shocked expression formed on her face.
"O-o-o-oh, um, uh-". I grabbed her face by the cheeks, and brought it closer to mine. Irritation practically painted in words on my face.
"Stop stuttering and speak." She looked scared, but not terrified.
"Someone was chasing me. I guess I was looking behind myself when I bumped into you." She grabbed my hand and tore it off her face. I looked surprised this time; I had left a little read mark on her left cheek.
I nodded at her excuse. "Who was chasing you?" I questioned.
"Brigit." I paled at the name. Oh no. No, no, no, NO!
Click! Clack! Click!
We both turned our heads to the sound. Heels. Brigit's coming.
"Crap" I muttered. I grabbed Maximum by the arm put her on my back, piggy-back-style.
Brigit.
Possibly the worst girl to date, before Maximum. I ran to the music room. Brigit's clinginess and squeaky voice just sends involuntary shivers down my back. Maximum knows this of course, her and Brigit were 'besties' freshman year. That is, until I dumped Maximum, when Brigit said she stopped her friend since I was 'available' now. I thought she was hot back then, but now it's just repulsive to think of the short-shorts and extra short skirts. Just not my type of style.
I turned to the corner, and ran straight into the room, closing the door right away. I felt Maximum hoped off, and turned around.
I saw her pick up a guitar, and she strummed a few strings, and smiled. She put it down and went to the piano, and played some random notes.
"You play?" I questioned. I don't remember her ever bringing it up.
"Yeah. After freshman year I wanted to d something to vent my feelings to. The piano seemed to be the only thing that was capable of doing that, so I started to play." I looked at her in shock. Oh.
That's all I had to say to myself.
Oh.
~[*]~
Lunch went really by slowly, seeing as to that I never got to eat anything. Maximum and I chilled in the music room, barely saying a word and just basking in the sounds of the piano and the guitar.
The bell rang and Maximum and I left the room, opposite directions to our lockers. I looked at my schedule, Music 07.
Oh, that's right. Ms. Vega had put me in a year ahead for music; she thought I had major talent last year when we discussed subject selection last year. College credit is a must.
I closed my locker, and walked back to the music room. I walked in to a small class of about 8 other people. As I waited for the bell, it looked like this class was going to be a really small one. And then Maximum walked in. Another class together. It's like some sappy lovesick cliché love story.
She audibly sighed, and sat next to me. Seeing as we had talked for the first time in 3 years, she probably though that it doesn't matter anymore I guess.
Then the bell rang.
"Hello class, some of you guys already know me, but for those of you who has Mrs. P last year and don't know me, I'm Ms. Vega, and ill be your advanced placement Music teacher. Seeing as that all of you guys are a year ahead of your game, I'm not gonna give you guys and books or sheets to study. But, for our first assignment all 10 of you are going to grab a piece of paper from this bucket, and read to me the instrument. If you wish to keep the instrument grab it from the back and take a seat. If you have and instrument you do not know how to play, grab it from the back and prove to me that you don't know how to play, then grab the instrument you do know how to play and then prove to me you do know how to play it. Got it?"
We all nodded. That was a lot of talking.
One by one they all went up, when it was my turn; I went up and got my piece of paper.
Saxophone
I sighed and waited for the last two to go up. Maximum was the last to go. When she sat down she unfolded her paper and smiled. Looks like someone got what they wanted.
"Ok, a raise of hands of how many of you don't want the instrument they had gotten."
Several of us raised our hands, around 4.
"Ok, not bad. Just a few, who wants to go first?" I looked around me and they all shied away.
I sighed and spoke up.
"I guess ill get it over with Ms. V."
"Alright, what did you get?"
"Saxophone."
She scrunched her nose knowing that I was never able to play this instrument.
"So what's the switch?"
"Guitar ma'am."
"Go show them what you've got."
I walked to the place where the instruments we held. I grabbed the guitar and walked to the front of the class.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Ready as ill ever be."
She nodded and that's when I played.
I started off slow playing some random notes. I accelerated my pace and started to add more rhythm. I closed my eyes and sort of hummed to the music. I elongated some notes, but ended in a way that seemed unfinished. I opened my eyes, and they all clapped.
"Thank you."
I sat down and placed the guitar next to my chair.
One by one they all changed, played, and proved to as to why they wanted to change. And the rest of the small group just played theirs.
Maximum got her piano. She played some old school stuff like Beethoven. I didn't know she was that amazing though.
Part 1.
Trying to introduce you guys to everyone of their first day of school, but Microsoft says I have 7 pages, so yea. . .
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