Student council room... where the bloody hell is that? I growled a bit, that student council whatever the hell he was, didn't think to send a map. And this school is huge. Sighing, I started the task of peaking into every single classroom I could find. Luckily, the second one I looked in seemed to be empty, with only a blond guy in there.

"Yo, is this the Student Council Room?" I asked said guy as I opened the door. He looked up at me from the pile of paperwork he was reading and I could see that he has baby blues.

"Yes, I'm Nathenial, the Student Council President, and you are?" He stood, rising to greet me.
"I'm FaeLynn Sucre, we uh, spoke I guess, briefly, over the AmorisIM. SeafoamFae." I pointed at myself when I said my username. "That would make you, StudentCouncilPres, I guess." I shrugged.

"Ah, Ms. Sucre. A bit late aren't you?" I glared at him, making him back off. "Sorry. Do you have a photo ID? I'll just photo copy it real quick and you can be on your way. I'll have your school ID sent to you by post." I sighed and threw my satchel on the table closest to me and rummaged for my wallet. I could see the judging look on Nathenial's face when I took out a velcro Pokemon wallet. I handed him my driver's license and in about five minutes I was ready to leave.

"If I remember your schedule correctly, your first class today should be Music History. That's upstairs in Classroom C." I nodded and gave him a two finger salute and left. That dude just reeked of a good two shoes.

I stood in the empty hallway and looked at my schedule as I went up the stairs.

Day 1
-History of Music: Classic Rock
-Applied Music: Voice
LUNCH
-Fine Art Drawing: Figures
-Calculus

Day 2
-English ASL
-Psychology of Gender, Developmental Psychology, Social Psychology
-Foundations of Sociology
LUNCH
-Human Anatomy and Physiology
-LGBT Studies, Womens and Gender Studies

"They didn't give me a free period? Fuck them man." I wanted to rip the paper apart. Instead of giving me a normal schedule, they took all of my preferred classes and optionals and put them all in one schedule. Goddamnit. I sighed and looked at the door in front of me. Classroom C.
"Late on your first day I see, Ms. Sucre. Well, you've already interrupted, why not introduce yourself?" I fought turning beet red as the teacher waved for me to get on with it. I turned to the class.