Hey Pandas, Write A School Story

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The ring of the bell was loud beyond loud, echoing through the valley and down to the town. Dozens of students milling around turn and start trudging toward the clear glass entrance doors, whispering to one another. In the midst of the crowd, I tumble through the doors, jostled and pushed by the wall of students. I look down on my schedule, see that I have first period math, and turn against the tide of students and walk towards B Hall.

As I turn onto the hall, I lift my eyes from the tiled floor and scan the signs for room 218. I spot it on the very end of the hall. “Good morning” says a tall, blond woman. “I’m Mrs. Schoon, pleased to meet you.” She held out her hand. I stare at it for a minute and then shake it. “Um, I need your schedule sheet.” She says. “Oh.” I mumble, cheeks blushing. I hand my slip to her and she stamps it with a large blue circle. “Ok. Your seat is the first one on the right.”

After surviving my first Math class of the year and a quick walk through the crowded halls comes History. As I walk in, I avoid my prior mistake and hand Mr. McShane my schedule. He stamps it with a similar stamp, this time red. I walk in and place my backpack on the nearest desk. I look around, see that almost everybody is staring at their phone, and discreetly slide in my earphones. Mr. McShane walks in and stares directly at me. “You. Quick question. Can you read?” I slide out my earphones and look at him, surprised. “Of course” I say. “Then please tell me. What does it say on the board?” I turn around and stare at the small writing. “Oh” I say, my cheeks turning red for the second time today. “Well?” He asks. ”No earbuds or earphones.” I mumble. He whisks the earbuds off the desk and places them in a wire basket. “You will get these back at the end of class.”

By lunch, my mood was in no way definable as good. It seemed that no matter what, I would find a way to embarrass myself. It also certainly did not help that the principal said we could use phones, leading to an exited tap of my pocket before remembering my earphones were with Mr.McShane.

Walking out of the lunchroom, I turn left toward C hall and start a brisk walk, attempting to get to the class on time and hopefully not ruin it for myself. The first of 3 late bells starts to sound, causing m to break into a run. As I sprint down the hall, I feel a sharp pain on my shin and collapse forward, landing on my butt and spinning around to face a tall, muscular kid bent double with laughing. “‘Here comes Alex” He teases. “ He’s having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” I turn on him, First of all, my name is not Alex and second LEAVE ME ALONE” The kid is laughing even harder now. “Oh wow” he says. “He’s angry” At that, it is just to much. All the anger that had been built up during the day seems to take control of my fist, pulling it back and launching it directly toward his nose. SNAP! He raises his hand, surprised somebody would respond to his taunting. He backs away, looking scared and turns tail and runs. “Well, that was satisfying” I say to myself. I walk away and head to Band.

On the way out, I smile. Band had been wonderful, a huge contrast to the terrible day. I cross the courtyard,walking at full speed to leave. As the door shuts and locks behind me, I lunge towards it suddenly. “No! I forgot my earphones!”

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