| | Another Year | |
*Sequel to Getting the Guy*
∞ Chapter 1 ∞
We followed the usual formation, walk in, take a right, go up two flights of stairs, except this time, we head into the sophomore hallway. Each grade has their own hallway of classrooms and lockers, but occasionally you'll find a classroom for sophomores at the corner of the freshman hallway. We have two teams, Team Y and Team B, and the kids are divided up between each team. You only have academic classes with the people on your team, and for specials, like gym, art, music, they mix both teams together. We lined up and sat down along the hallway waiting to hear our homerooms. Me and Dalton are usually in the same homeroom each year, if we're on the same team, since our names are so close in letters. Harris, and Hayes. We waited through until they got to the H's and lucky enough we were in the same homeroom. #321. We got up and followed the teacher to their room, who was going to be our new homeroom teacher. Her name was Mrs. Kalton, and she looked fairly young, late 20s or early 30s maybe, short brown hair, small glasses with pink flowers on the side, and brown eyes. We followed her to room 321 and took our seats, with me and Dalton sitting next to each other. I looked around and saw a few familiar faces, but no one I was too close with. I had gotten the chance to get close with anybody besides Molly and her friends, Alexa, Caty, and Jailyn (pronounced Jay-Lyn). I was the most close with Molly, next to Caty, and was only pretty good friends with the other two. I was snapped back into reality by Mrs. Kilton's voice. "Okay, so as Mr. Clark said, I'm Mrs. Kilton." Mr. Clark is our principle. "You're all on Team Y. I'll be assigning lockers and schedueles right now, and you'll be with me for first period." She called up each student one by one, and gave us our locker combinations and schedueles. "Paisley Harris" she called. I stood up and walked to her desk. She gave me a small slip with my locker and its combo, then she handed me a piece of paper with my classes on them. I said a quick thank you and sat down. She called one more kid before calling Dalton up. He came back and we compared lockers and schedules. Our lockers are one apart, mines 104 and his is 106. The only thing between us is a shy, new kid named Micheal, but I guess his nickname is Mikey. I was happy we were close enough to talk to each other without yelling across the hall. I found out we had Algebra, Social Studies, and English together. We also had art and a study together. I was satisfied with my schedule and locker, since it could've been worse. I could've had no classes with him, or been on a separate team, or had our lockers 50 more apart from each other. "You can go unload your books and what not into your locker now. Follow me." We followed her out the door into the sophomore hallway and found our lockers. I opened my easy. 11 to the left, 29 to the right, and 5 to the left again. It clicked and opened. I threw my books on the shelf and hung my backpack on the hook. I searched the hallway to see who was near me. My locker was on the end, and on the other side was Mikey. All of the suddon, I recognized the over expensive shoes, mini skirt, and the straight brown hair...Molly. Her locker was a little bit further down the hallway, on the oposite side, but was still fairly close, too close. Hoping she wouldn't notice me, I set up my locker within a few minutes and went over to Dalton's locker. It was organized, unlike mine. "Ooooh nice, its clean and stuff." "Hah, why, what's yours look like?" "Messy already I guess." He finished and closed his locker and we made our way back to our homeroom.
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