Author's note: this is only the first half of the chapter. I have been too busy to write much, but I wanted to update. Sorry about the wait.
Chapter 2
I drove to school. It was a pretty short drive, so it took me about 30 minutes. When I got there I went straight for the office.
The room was on the smaller side, it had a small worn desk with a highly outdated computer (it had to have been from the 2050s, and that's being modest). It also had a fake wood name plate that had "Mr. Newton" engraved into it. The secretary was an elderly man with kind eyes and… wait were those glasses on his face? I had the urge to start laughing because he was indeed wearing larger bifocal lenses with frames that looked as though they were from 2005 or so. My god this man, this Mr. Newton had to be at least, based on the glasses alone, over 100 years old. No one has worn glassed since 2070, and it was year2125, not to mention that his frames were outdated decades before then.
"Mr. Newton?"
"Yes ma'am,"
He was staring at his computer and hadn't looked at me yet. Man this is ocword I thought, but I wound up saying "I'm new in town, and getting my schedule.
He went straight for his desk; pulled out a stack of papers 2cm tall (no one uses the metric system any more.)
"Holly shit, isn't everything computerized now?"
Mr. Newton looked up at me then, oops I must have said that out loud. When he saw me utter shock was on his face. "Bella?" He asked.
"No she's my mo-grandmother, I corrected. Miner slip up. I made a mental note not to do it again.
"You are her spinning image"
That was a first; everyone said I look more like my dad because of my hair.
"Oh"
"She was the most beautiful girl I ever knew, how is she?"
"Dead," I state bluntly. It's not technically a lie, but it isn't really the truth either.
A light seems to go out of his eyes, like he has just lost his last hope. I almost feel bad for him. Almost. I have learns not to pity the humans they don't live long enough to deserve it. My family, though, would disagree with that statement.
"Can I just get the paperwork?" I ask rudely.
He hands it to me without another word.
I fill out what I need to, and give it back, and then he e-mails me my schedule.