Art Classes

As I'm standing there with Laureen, she speaks up and says, "So what's your first class?"

I check my schedule and say, "Art 2"

"Oh, I have that last hour. The teacher's pretty nice. You'll catch on pretty quick. I have 1st lunch, what about you?"

"I am I able to tell?"

"Ok, so look at you 4th hour. If it has an a, that means after. So second lunch. But if it has a b, that means before."

"Oh hey, I also have 1st lunch," as the words leave my mouth, I become excited. I might be able to spend lunch with Laureen! I might make a friend, and she's so pretty and nice.

"That's great! You can hang out with me. Anyway, I gotta get to Algrebra 2. See you around." As she says thise lady words, she turns and leaves in the opposite direction.

"See you." I say as I go the other way.

I can't believe I already met someone, and they're so nice. Maybe this school won't be so bad after all. Maybe I can be accepted. Maybe I can get a girlfriend. Ok, that last one is shooting pretty high up, but I think it's possible. My parents wouldn't approve, but I'll be happy. Because that's who I am.

I reach my first class. Art shouldn't be so bad, right? Just a bunch of students sitting around, quietly drawing, occasionally getting up to sharpen a pencil or something.

I grab at the knob and turn it. My first day at this new school has been pretty good so far. But I'm not prepared for the day ahead.