Renaissance - Part 7
Part 7.
I sat in the middle of the bus and looked out the window. I watched as another bus picked up younger kids on the other street. Bolten boarded the bus and a cute little girl followed him. With a smile on my face, I remembered how fun and innocent it was when I was younger. The bus had seat belts and scared me half to death. The biggest thing I ever rode in was my mother's car. Riding the bus the first day of kindergarten was one experience I would never forget.
Damon and Kendra were sitting in the back, along with the purple haired girl and the dude with short black hair. In the front sat the curly brunette, boy with glasses, and the longish blond hair kid. I was the only one in the middle. The bus driver was fat, and looked like a complete grump. Bus drivers were usually nice but this dude looked like a troll. He looked at me in the little mirror bolted above his head and snarled. I quickly turned my head and looked out my window.
After a few more stops we were at Renaissance Blair High School, or RBHS, as most called it. A lot of people didn't know how to even say Renaissance, even though that was the name of the city they lived in. The school was large and looked like an ancient castle. I would have never guessed that this was a high school. It looked more like a library or historical museum more than anything else. The front doors where large and had stained glass windows. The glass depicted a woman standing, holding two bowls. Each hand was neither higher, or lower than the other. The bowls were perfectly balanced, equal.
I stepped inside the building and my mouth dropped. My mom had seriously sent me to a private school or something. The walls were covered in art and fresh golden paint. Everything was well kept and the lockers were a nice brown color. There was no graffiti or vandalism to be seen. The lights weren't a blinding white, but a yellow color. It was easy on the eyes and didn't give me a headache.
I looked down at my schedule in my hand. My locker was number 22, my lucky number. Then I remembered, I had no idea where I was going. I sighed and said to myself, "Oh well, hopefully my teachers will understand." As I walked down the front hall I looked at the numbers on the lockers. They were all the way in the 100s. So I had to either go up or down some stairs. I decided to try down first.
I took a left and found a flight of stairs. As I walked down them I pulled out my ipod and turned on some music. This was gonna take a while and be very stressful. People stared at me as I continued down the steps. A lot had weirdly colored hair, and chains on their pants too. The others looked like preps and high status students.
Finally, I reached the lower floor. I opened the black doors to another hallway. There were classrooms and one long row or lockers. I looked at the numbers. The closest one was number 60. I started walking to the other end of the hall, looking at the numbers the whole way. Suddenly I bumped into someone, stumbling backwards.
He was tall, tan, and had nice hair. It was a beautiful brown. It was long and waved like a calm ocean. His eyes were an icy blue and were totally memorizing. He had a bit of stubble above perfect lips. His biceps seemed to almost pop out of his shirt.
"I'm sorry." He said with an angelic voice.
"O-oh It's alright, that was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." I stuttered.
He smiled and it made perfect creases on his cheeks. "It was partly my fault too. I meant to bump into you, I wanted to welcome you to RBHS."
"Oh uh, thank you very much." I smiled.
"My name is Emmit. Would you like any help?"
"Now that you mention it," I chuckled a little. "I have no idea where I'm going. I've never been here before."
"Oh well then, let's just look at your schedule here. I know this place like the back of my hand." He smiled at me and took my schedule out of my hand. "Well, your locker is right down there, and your homeroom is down there also. Would you like me to show you were the rest of your classes are?"
"Do we have time before homeroom starts?" I asked shyly.
"Homeroom doesn't start for another twenty minutes. I think we have enough time." He held out his arm in a courtly fashion. I just nodded and he put his arm down with a frown, but started to walk towards the stairs. "So, I should also explain to you that we don't have all eight periods in a day."
"What do you mean?"
"See, we have even and odd days here. Today is odd, so you would go to periods 1, 3, 5, and 7. Each period is an hour and a half long."
My eyes widened. "90 minutes long!"
"Yup." He looked at me and smiled. "It isn't as bad as it sounds. Wouldn't you rather have four classes a day rather than eight? I sure would. You get a lot less homework everyday."
"Very true."
He laughed and opened the door to the main floor. "Okay, your first period is down this hall, all the way to the end on the right. Your third and fifth is upstairs." We walked back into the stairwell and began going up another flight if stairs.
"What about my even classes?"
"I will meet you at your locker tomorrow and show you. I've got something I need to do before the bell rings." He said with the straightest face I've ever saw.
"Oh, okay." I murmured. He looked back at me and smiled. "So uh, when is lunch and where?"
"Lunch is down on the main floor and is after 3rd and 4th period."
"Okay."
We reached the third floor and Emmit opened the black doors. There were no lockers and a whole bunch of classrooms. "Uh." I said stupidly.
"Your third is right there. Easy to remember, right across from the stairs. Your fifth," He said looking down at the paper "Is down here." Emmit began walking down the hall. I trotted to catch up to him. About halfway down the hall he stopped suddenly. I bumped into him and staggered back. He laughed and said, "This is your fifth."
"Oh. I will try to remember."
He smiled and then looked down at the paper. "Well, your seventh is your homeroom. She is a wonderful teacher, your lucky to have her for math and homeroom."
"Well good, any teachers I should be worried about?"
"Yea," He said handing the paper back to me, "the rest of them." With that, he turned and walked down the hall.
Damon and Kendra were sitting in the back, along with the purple haired girl and the dude with short black hair. In the front sat the curly brunette, boy with glasses, and the longish blond hair kid. I was the only one in the middle. The bus driver was fat, and looked like a complete grump. Bus drivers were usually nice but this dude looked like a troll. He looked at me in the little mirror bolted above his head and snarled. I quickly turned my head and looked out my window.
After a few more stops we were at Renaissance Blair High School, or RBHS, as most called it. A lot of people didn't know how to even say Renaissance, even though that was the name of the city they lived in. The school was large and looked like an ancient castle. I would have never guessed that this was a high school. It looked more like a library or historical museum more than anything else. The front doors where large and had stained glass windows. The glass depicted a woman standing, holding two bowls. Each hand was neither higher, or lower than the other. The bowls were perfectly balanced, equal.
I stepped inside the building and my mouth dropped. My mom had seriously sent me to a private school or something. The walls were covered in art and fresh golden paint. Everything was well kept and the lockers were a nice brown color. There was no graffiti or vandalism to be seen. The lights weren't a blinding white, but a yellow color. It was easy on the eyes and didn't give me a headache.
I looked down at my schedule in my hand. My locker was number 22, my lucky number. Then I remembered, I had no idea where I was going. I sighed and said to myself, "Oh well, hopefully my teachers will understand." As I walked down the front hall I looked at the numbers on the lockers. They were all the way in the 100s. So I had to either go up or down some stairs. I decided to try down first.
I took a left and found a flight of stairs. As I walked down them I pulled out my ipod and turned on some music. This was gonna take a while and be very stressful. People stared at me as I continued down the steps. A lot had weirdly colored hair, and chains on their pants too. The others looked like preps and high status students.
Finally, I reached the lower floor. I opened the black doors to another hallway. There were classrooms and one long row or lockers. I looked at the numbers. The closest one was number 60. I started walking to the other end of the hall, looking at the numbers the whole way. Suddenly I bumped into someone, stumbling backwards.
He was tall, tan, and had nice hair. It was a beautiful brown. It was long and waved like a calm ocean. His eyes were an icy blue and were totally memorizing. He had a bit of stubble above perfect lips. His biceps seemed to almost pop out of his shirt.
"I'm sorry." He said with an angelic voice.
"O-oh It's alright, that was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." I stuttered.
He smiled and it made perfect creases on his cheeks. "It was partly my fault too. I meant to bump into you, I wanted to welcome you to RBHS."
"Oh uh, thank you very much." I smiled.
"My name is Emmit. Would you like any help?"
"Now that you mention it," I chuckled a little. "I have no idea where I'm going. I've never been here before."
"Oh well then, let's just look at your schedule here. I know this place like the back of my hand." He smiled at me and took my schedule out of my hand. "Well, your locker is right down there, and your homeroom is down there also. Would you like me to show you were the rest of your classes are?"
"Do we have time before homeroom starts?" I asked shyly.
"Homeroom doesn't start for another twenty minutes. I think we have enough time." He held out his arm in a courtly fashion. I just nodded and he put his arm down with a frown, but started to walk towards the stairs. "So, I should also explain to you that we don't have all eight periods in a day."
"What do you mean?"
"See, we have even and odd days here. Today is odd, so you would go to periods 1, 3, 5, and 7. Each period is an hour and a half long."
My eyes widened. "90 minutes long!"
"Yup." He looked at me and smiled. "It isn't as bad as it sounds. Wouldn't you rather have four classes a day rather than eight? I sure would. You get a lot less homework everyday."
"Very true."
He laughed and opened the door to the main floor. "Okay, your first period is down this hall, all the way to the end on the right. Your third and fifth is upstairs." We walked back into the stairwell and began going up another flight if stairs.
"What about my even classes?"
"I will meet you at your locker tomorrow and show you. I've got something I need to do before the bell rings." He said with the straightest face I've ever saw.
"Oh, okay." I murmured. He looked back at me and smiled. "So uh, when is lunch and where?"
"Lunch is down on the main floor and is after 3rd and 4th period."
"Okay."
We reached the third floor and Emmit opened the black doors. There were no lockers and a whole bunch of classrooms. "Uh." I said stupidly.
"Your third is right there. Easy to remember, right across from the stairs. Your fifth," He said looking down at the paper "Is down here." Emmit began walking down the hall. I trotted to catch up to him. About halfway down the hall he stopped suddenly. I bumped into him and staggered back. He laughed and said, "This is your fifth."
"Oh. I will try to remember."
He smiled and then looked down at the paper. "Well, your seventh is your homeroom. She is a wonderful teacher, your lucky to have her for math and homeroom."
"Well good, any teachers I should be worried about?"
"Yea," He said handing the paper back to me, "the rest of them." With that, he turned and walked down the hall.
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