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.
