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R&R?

M POV

I walked through the doors of Doherty, Wow, I'm a Spartan now. I found my way to the main office, and banged the door open for effect, with a stotic expression upon my face. I had spent the last six months perfecting it, putting on a tough front if you will. I didn't want anybody's sympothy, I'm a big girl. I can get through their deaths by myself.

I walked toward the main desk, and found a male in his late twenties with glasses, playing World of Warcraft. His eyes were glued to the screen, unblinking, and his fingers moving rapidly on the key board. So I waited, ten minutes passed, still standing there. Thats it!

"Yo! Super geek McGee! I need a schedual, you lonely human!" I burst, slamming my hand down on the desk, jolting him out of his state of hypnosis. He was literally shaking so much his wheely chair shook.

I heard guffaws of laughter comming from a boy of about fifteen, sitting in a waiting chair. I sent him a full scale signature death glare, and his laughter ceased. He then started sweating so badly that you could see the wetness. Wow.

"N..n..name?" The lame sectratary stuttered.

"Maximum Ride" I ground out through cleched teeth. His shaking hands rifled through the file cabinet, and finally found my file. He opened it and took out nine papers and stapled them together, and all but threw them at me.

I took the papers and walked out the door, as soon as the bell rang. Great, that dork made me late on my first day. I took a look at the packet, and saw that the first six pages was a detailed map of the school, a floor on each page, with a star in each class room, and a star on a locker. The seventh page was my locker combonation, and number, and had school rules,

1. You may decorate your locker in any way, but all decorative items must be removable at the end of the year.

2. Skirts must be finger tip length, if not, you must have something under it.

3. Tube tops must have a shawl, or shrug over it.

4. You may not sag your pants, if you wear a belt, wear it correctly.

5. Violence will not be tollerated, executors will be sent to Principal Vigil for disciplinary actions

6. Respect is demanded by teachers, and staff, those who refuse to respect will be sent to Principal Vigil for disceplinary actions.

Wow, simple, I like it. On the eighth page there was a list of staff, and their rooms, and what they do/ teach. Then on the last page, was my schedual. Finally!

Homeroom- Mr. Bulvash room 324

Period 1- Mr. Bulvash, Biology 4

Period 2- Ms Nickleson, Algebra 4 room 567

Period 3- Mr Shurm, History 4 room 210

~~~~~~FREE PERIOD~~~~~~~~

Period 4- Miss Zedadya, Art room 103

~~~~~~LUNCH~~~~~~~~~

Period 5- Mr Garner, English 4 room 433

Period 6- Madam Dimmick, Spanish 4 room 160

Period 7- Coach Twine, Physical Education/ Health

Why the hell do I have Spanish class? I'm already fluent in eighteen different languages! Geez, this school system is pathetic. I kept walking down the empty hallway, and up three set of stairs to the science hallway, which was equally empty, and started counting room numbers.

300

320

324... well, guess this is my room. I had three options of how to go about this. One, bust into the room. Two, walk in quietly. Or three, skip class.

As much as three sounds, I think I'll go with one. I took a deep breath, and slammed the light wooden door open.