"Go kiddo it'll be fine remember we are going to go see your mom after school." Lanie said.
"I know you've told all morning and all of last night I think it's physically impossible for me to forget." I said basically hurtling my self out of the car before it was fully stopped. I just needed to get out of of the of the car Lanie is cool and all but she is starting to get on my nerves. I know she's just trying to trying to be helpful and motherly, but she is going way too far overboard.
I look at my schedule and the first class is English. I love English and all but starting off the morning with something I am amazing at doesn't sound like fun. It It does in theory sound like a good idea but it just leads leads to constant boredom and doodles. My second class is geometry my least favorite subject. Who likes math anyways. My third class is gym, my favorite class, at least that gives me something to look forward to. Fourth hour I have Russian I've always loved loved the language and my mom has taught me it since I was little. I speak speak it fluently, but I am not so good with the grammar side of it. Fifth hour I have Computers which I like, I am pretty good at it and it's something that doesn't get boring. Sixth hour I have Psychology, I am so looking forward to that. Lastly seventh period I have study hall. I have lunch after fourth period.
I trudge into the school right as the bell rings, and I make it to English just before the bell rings and sit down in the seat in the very back, it's the first day of school and everybody looks like they want to be anywhere but here. The teacher, a woman, is sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. The second the bell rings her head comes out of her hands
"Hello class so I'm and I'm going to pass out a syllabus that explains what we will be doing this year, we have a lot to cover and there will be three books read in class and three books read outside of class. Next on the list in talks about the creative writing assignment you will have all year to work on it, there will be four random check in days to see how far you are coming and for me to give you advice on what I think of it. The only requirements are that there are 25 pages written with your own creative plot and characters, and that it be school appropriate I'm not saying you can't have occasional swear words but I want them to be correctly used and I don't want them like every other word. Everyone's check ins will be on different days so don't think that just because your friend got one you will too. Now the first check in won't be for at least three weeks so you guys have time to at least start it. Then there will also be an essay written about yourself, now I'm going to be the only one to read it so feel free to write about anything. I don't want stuff like I'm a girl and I'm blonde. I want deep things like things you would never tell anyone. Or things you don't want anyone to know. Now no matter what you write in these I'm not going to tell anyone without your permission I swear on that with my life I've had students tell me things that could get them or others arrested and not said anything after I read your papers and grade them they immediately get returned to me and I shred them. Now you can read or to read a about the grading scales and stuff and I know 90% of you won't but you have the remaining 20 minutes to read about it or do whatever I don't care." She said returning to her seat immediately going to paper she had on her desk. She doesn't seem bad she seems upfront about everything no sugar coating there. I glance to the syllabus and feel guilty because she's right nobody is going to read it. I look around and see about three people out of the 20 of us reading it. The rest are talking to each other or on their cellphones or both. Nobody is seated next to me or in front of me he closest person is two over or two up.
I sit in silence reading on my phone until the bell rings. My dad is actually a pretty good writer and I know he'd probably object to me reading his book, but I mean I've seen worse on television. I've always wondered where I had gotten my talent for English and my mom always told me it had to of come from my dad. When the bell rings I have to run across the school to geometry, normally I would probably be late because I wouldn't be in a rush to get there but today is a do nothing day get syllabi and have fun.
A/N: Alright so before you guys freak out I know this was suppose to be up a long time ago but some family stuff came up then I moved then my computer wasn't working right. I'm going to try to have another chapter up this week.