My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 2 My Image of what it was

My Image of what it was

While I was running through the crowd of students, just like me, I could not see their faces and could not recognize anything around me. Just because I was late getting to my first classroom, which is my homeroom too. When I finally arrived at my classroom the teacher, Mrs. Patricia Patterson (the Math teacher), was calling my name, Omara Ruttleman for the second or third time. I called my attendance from the entrance and Mrs. Patterson jumped, because she was not expecting the voice from the side of the room. So she glared at me for a few seconds and told me to enter and take a sit  ( the teacher did not scold me because she knew well that it was the first day of school, but I kinda see that she wanted to say a few things to me.)

                After Mrs. Patterson finished taking attendance ( there were around 30 students in the classroom), she discussed the schedule of everyone, because most of us had the same schedule, then she continues with the rules of the school and her class to which all the students should follow. It was the same rules to which all teachers give every year, but the consequences of breaking them were different for each teacher. And for Mrs. Patterson were kinda… “Well, I know that I will follow the rules” I whisper to my self. Then, after everyone signed the rules (like a contract) the bell rings, signaling the classroom change.

                Following my classmates (to which I was gladly doing so) I started talking to some of the closest ones to me, trying my best to make friends. I talked to Kelly Luis and Angelina Santos and talked of a few topics like our previous schools if we had siblings and how was Mrs. Patterson's class. To which math is not my good subject. While walking I tried to look around, too to familiarized myself with the route. My next two classes where relaxed. The teachers where Mr. Ortega (second-period Language/English), Mrs. Zen (third-period science). On the way to my next room, Mrs. Ten (fourth-period History) I was observing the big school that I entered. Then, I passed beside a group of second years guys playing around the halls. And there it was. The handsome, beautiful, stud boy, guy, man ( I don’t know any word that can describe him, there's no justice to it)