The locker room was empty, since everyone else was out running still. It made me uncomfortable. I quickly got dressed, gathered my things, and hurried out the door.

I remembered what Erik told me in biology, how if I go to the office and tell them they put me in the wrong class they would switch me out. It took a while to find the office, and I was caught in the halls three times by different teachers. I asked each of them where the office was, and they pointed me in different directions.

Finally, I found the office and walked in silently.

"Excuse me," I said. The secretary, Mrs. Clark, looked up, startled. Then she relaxed and smiled at me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Rose Montoya," I said, hoping that would strike a chord. And it did.

"Oh! How may I help you, Ms. Montoya?"

"I was just wondering why I was put into Enrichment Reading."

God, it was so easy to confuse people here.

"Didn't you sign up for it?" I swear she signed up for it, I heard her think.

"No, I signed up for Creative Writing."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"I'll go check that." She walked into a back room.

I called out to Ashlie when she was gone.

Ashlie, I need your help.

With what? I heard from her thoughts.

Ashlie, remember when we were enrolling here and I signed up for Enrichment Reading and you said it was a stupid idea?

Yeah, why?

Ashlie, I need you to tell Taylor to switch my checkmark from Enrichment Reading to Creative Writing. Please.

There was silence after that. I could almost hear Mrs. Clark finding my paper.

Ashlie, hurry.

Done. I heard Taylor's 'voice' confirming that I was safe.

Mrs. Clark came back into the room, holding a yellow-orange piece of paper.

"I guess you're right, Ms. Montoya. I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

"Alright, so tomorrow, go to room 2-C for 5th period. Ok?"

"Ok. Thank you."

And as I walked out the door, the bell rang.