-They gave me my schedule and books.The woman behind the desk,Ms. Harp smiled.- "Welcome back Lindsay" -I smile as a response and put the books inside my bag. I take out books for first and second period which was Biology. I walk towards the lab-
-The bell rings and classes begin. Mrs. Campbell takes role call and start talking to us about Shakespeare. I listen intently answering most of the questions she asks. English was always my best subject.-
The biology teacher starts taking role call and I check the time. Oh.. damn. I start my engine up again, going to the side of the building where the biology classroom, my first period, is. I throw my backpack in the open window and it lands on my desk since it's on the back corner of the room. I climb up the obstacles, effortlessly. I jump in the window, my feet first, and I land on my seat just when the teacher calls my name. "Jason Laex?" The teacher calls for role call. "Here." I smile at the teacher to win her favoritism. My hair much shorter than in 8th grade but still swaying to the side.
(okay so this is stage 6 ) -I walk in the classroom as the teacher was calling out names. I knock on the door- "Oh, you must be the new transfer" -I walk in and smile- "Yeah I'm Lindsay Sneaux(Pronounced as snow)"
(well I didn't have any info that we had skipped that's why I was confused.) -I smile finishing the paper we had to write. My life had gotten considerably better since Lindsay came back and I got her to remember me. My grades had improved and my father got his company back. I hand it into the teacher and sit back down-
"Oh Lindsay! I'm sorry, I didn't recognized you! You've grown up since you were little" -I chuckle- "Yeah I guess I have" -She gestured me to sit at the remaining spot on the second row. I sit down and take out my books-
I look at the girl, still not knowing who she is since I moved after I healed from my stab-wound because my father is in the military. In these past four years, I've been getting into more and more street-fights. It's that girl that I met at the hospital 4 years ago.. I yawn, the small bandage on my right cheek, that's from a fight with a gang, slightly moving.
(Lol still the same class but in a different stage ) -I just transferred from a boarding school in England. I had to go back to England as soon as i finished 9th grade because of my mothers illness but still kept in touch with sal- "Hey, nice to see you again" -I smile at the girl I met a few years back-