Ash

It is 7:38 a.m. I have finally arrived at school. I slowly turn off the ignition to my car and wish that I had all the time in the world. To prepare myself for the day ahead of me I inhale and exhale.

"You can do this" I say and open the car door. I head inside. The walk to my locker wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. I take out my schedule, that the principal so nicely emailed to my father.

My first period is Social Studies with Ms. Michard. It's kinda weird that they give you your classes but don't tell you where they are. They should give you a map and by your locker it should say "You are here". I am so busy looking at my schedule that I bump into this girl.

"Oh" she says surprised "Sorry" 

"No it's my fault" I say "Can you tell me where Ms. Michard's classroom is"

"Well if you are new here then you should probably stop by the vice principal's office" she says "it's on the third floor, at the end of the hallway. It's right across from Ms. Michard's class room"

"Thanks" I'm about to walk away but then I say "What's your name?" 

"Leah. Yours?" 

"Ash. See ya around?" I say and awkwardly run my hands through my hair.

"Yeah" she says. To be honest I wanted to ask her to walk with me to the office but she probably has to get to class.

I finally get to the thrid floor. My first criticism about this school is that it needs an elevator. 

Across the hall there is a trophy case. At my old school I always wanted join the track team. It seems like the track team here is pretty good. At the top of the case there is a picture of a girl and a boy with a bunch of medals hanging around their necks. There is a plaque underneath the picture. I read it: 

Peter Silver awarded with best male track team member. Fiona Fossil awarded with best female track team member.

Fiona Fossil has really lovely eyes. They are brown and wide like she can see the future with them. Even though her eyes are lovely and I could stare at them for ages, I really don't want to be late for class.

The top floor is not as crowed as the other floors. I easily get to the end of the hallway without bumping into anyone. On the right side of the hallway there is a door with a plaque on it. I read it:

Micheal Michard Social Studies teacher

Leah, the girl I bumped into in the hallway, told me the vice principal's office is across from Ms. Michard's classroom. I turn around to see a white door. 

"Why would the vice principal's office look like a janitor's closet" I think to myself. I rest my hand on the door knob. I look down at my phone and make sure I have enough time to explore this room. I enter the room while still looking at my phone. I have a voice message.

Bang

The door closed behind me. It was so loud and powerful that it sends a Webster Dictionary off a bookshelf. The book lands on a girl's foot that is proped up on a chair.

"Son of a bitch!" She yells and grabs her foot. She holds onto the side of her desk and squeezes her eyes shut. "Fuck" her face that was once brown turns red. 

"I'm s-sorry" I manage to spit out. Her eyes finally open. I instantly recognize those eyes as Fiona's eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" She says still wincing in pain. "Why are you in here?"