| | Another Year
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*Sequel to Getting the
Guy*
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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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