I walk in through the red metal doors. It looks dim in here. You’d think by how small of a school this is, they’d have enough money to buy another light bulb. The walls in the hallway are full of many lockers, yet there aren’t many kids here. People are staring at me– is it because I’m new? It is a small school, I mean, they should know I’m new. I still don’t like people staring at me. I feel alone, yet I like it. Not because no one is talking to me, which I wish someone would do, but knowing that I’m not getting pushed into a locker or getting a tray of food dumped on me. It’s nice.
“Did you hear about the new football captain, Marcus?” Some girls say while they stand by their lockers.
I don’t even know who all is on the football team. I would try out, but I suck at sports. I do better with the technological part of life. I mean, who doesn’t like technology?
I stride to first period which is physics. Ugh, physics. I hate this subject, it’s like sitting in hell. I took this class when I was homeschooled, and I would be done with it, but guess what? I failed. I’ve never been good at science, so why would I pass anyways. The only class I would constantly take is history. World War 2, The 1920’s. That’s exactly what I want to learn about. I believe you should be taught about our history in this world, so that we never repeat it, but instead we are taught mass, weight, energy and a lot of other stupid things that we don’t need in our lives.
I walk into the class and there are materials on the tables such as two soda bottles, washers and a roll of duct tape. I wonder what we are doing today? I’ve always hated the tables in science classes, they’re tall, wooden and fit only two people. And you have to sit in a stool. I mean I’d like to have a chair that gives me some back support.
“Everyone sit down and let me call roll!” Mr. Crowe says as he is trying to shut everyone up.
Is he always this mean?
“Marcus Foster” Mr. Crowe says. “Here” A dark-skinned guy says as he barely looks up at us and back down at his desk. He must be nervous, but why though? Isn’t he the captain of the football team? Other than me hearing he is the captain, he also has the letter C circled on his letterman jacket, which must stand for captain. Shouldn’t that kinda explain it all? From what I know about football players is that they are popular and actually have the ability to speak. So, why isn’t he?
“Here” A tan girl with brunette hair, which is kinda long, says. She is wearing glasses which match her black shirt and jeans. Well, I guess the glasses can explain why she has her eye’s in a book the whole time. Bookworm. Or just a nerd.[…]
Josh Cox | Author of "Dear Phoebe"
I am in the 11th grade at High Point Academy. I am the author of the fictional series "Dear Phoebe" that is featured here at Upstate Exposures Magazine.