Life in the south
Chapter two
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The truck door slammed shut and my dad rolled down the window "Hank don't worry bud you'll do great today." He said as he eased the truck away from the drop off line and drove away I watched him drive letting it all sink in that I was alone now in a sea of twelve hundred students shuffling around looking for friends and lockers. I looked around for one friendly face someone that I could get with to fight the madness I had been dropped into when as if on cue Hunter appeared from between a group of what had to be seniors.
He grabbed my shoulder with that big goofy smile he had earlier when we were running flashing from ear to ear. "Come on Hank we have to get to the gym to get our info packs and locker combos!" He yelled and started to drag me across the school past the math wing, history wing and the stairs leading upstairs to all English and sciences classes. The gym was just possible the worse place in the whole school, seven hundred freshman crammed into seven lines leading to folding tables with computers and school administrators.
It was an easy process when you got to the front of the line you told the administrator your name, they would peck away at their keyboard for a moment to find your information packet. It also went fast since the school system didn't account for extra time out of a school day to do this all seven hundred students would go through and get their packets in roughly forty five minutes before the first class period. I got in third line with the rest of j's with the last name of Jenkins while Hunter was in the first I was cussing in my head why couldn't Hunter have a J name instead of Daniels he actually had. However I didn't have much time to think of how I was once again alone the line to the front never seemed to stop a stead forward movement and before long I was next.
An older looking woman with a voice that sounded like nails against a chalk board. Clicked away at her keyboard after I told her my name, she printed off three sheets of paper and stapled them together then waved me off for the next poor student to come up to the table. Hunter appeared again out of thin air and I made a note to ask him sometime how he does that. He grabbed my sheet and scanned it quickly before looking at his again, then got that goofy smile on his face. "Man we got lucky three out of four this semester, at least we will know two people" he said. While I breathed a sigh of relief I don't know what I would have done without Hunter in my class, I tend to be shy at first. I took my schedule back and looked at it English I, Math, History and Gym nothing too hard to start out with just maybe I will be able to survive this freshman year thing after all.
We grabbed our backpacks and started to work our way through the school to the English wing for our first class of the day. Once we got to the climb the stairs and got to our home room the teacher came Mrs. Nash, she's a short woman not much taller than most of students in the class. After she gave us a welcome speech and told us that the lockers on either side of her classroom would be ours for the entire year although we would only be in her class until Christmas and that she would assign them along with our books tomorrow. From English it was off to math so back down the stairs we all went like a large group of cattle being herded from one spot to another. Where once I again had Hunter with me and we took two desks close the window which was propped open with a warm summer breeze blowing in. Mrs. Fritz gave a speech similar to Nash's and then gave us free time to converse with our friends. This was the class I knew that I would struggle in Math just wasn't my thing, Hunter though lives and dies by numbers.
So it came as no surprise when he seemed to be one of the most disappointed that we weren't just hopping right on in. When I saw this I couldn't pass up the chance to give him a good ribbing "come on man try not to look too much like a nerd it is our first day after all." That got me a good punch on the shoulder and a look from him, that's why he was my best friend though we constantly were on each other for something either school related or sports wise. Time seemed to crawl to a stop though of course that might have been due to the fact we were hungry and all that stood between us a wonderful government prepared meal was a second hand on the wall clock that I'm sure I saw move backwards once.
Finally the bell sounded and if the movement from English to Math could be compared to a herd moving along the rush to lunch was a stamped. Lucky for me and hunter the closest hall to the cafeteria was the math hall so we got in line before it was almost to the door. After going through the line and getting a hamburger and hunters pizza we started looking around for a place to sit and of course there were none to be had with two seats together. Then it occurred to me, "hey Hunter let's just go out to the quad I mean it's still summer technically even if we are in this prison." He nodded his head and we went out the side door of the cafeteria and walked around the outer wall to the big open quad the school seemed to be built around. We sat at one of the wooden picnic tables and ate in peace without the dull roar of three hundred students trying to talk to each other all at once, which made the experience that much cooler.
After we ate and got our trays back into the cafeteria it was off to my favorite class history. I have always been a vary social guy and loved learning the social side of history, Hunter on the other hand couldn't stand history he hated everything about it. I had tried to get him into it talking about different types of history even going into military history thinking seeing the numbers behind troop movements and military spending would get to him but that failed too. It was like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole, of course he would tell you the same about his attempts to get me into Math.
So when Mr. Ogg followed suit of Nash and Fritz basic introduction and brief rundown of what we would be learning this semester I was highly disappointed. When Hunter saw my face he just knew it was his turn to get pay back for my earlier comments of being a nerd "so how's the nerd now, so sad we get to learn about a bunch of dead guys now?" To which I retaliated with a punch of my own on his shoulder, and he grinned and stuck out his hand a sign to say that we were even again, I took his hand and started swinging it between the row of desk and he couldn't get me to let go fast enough. Then came the worse part of the day Hunter would be off to health class while I went to gym. When we got out of Oggs class room we started toward the gym and Hunter said "we can meet at the flag pole after class and my dad can give us a ride." To which I agreed with and we went our separate ways, when I got to the gym there were students everywhere guys playing a game of pickup basketball and girls in the stands some watching the boys others gossiping and giggling. Then I heard what at first a fire alarm was until I turned my head and saw a man built like a football linebacker with a whistle in his mouth.
It turned out he was the gym teacher and our football coach, coach Raider. He gave us the same basic introduction that all our other teachers had and when no one had questions he told us that we would now be assigned lockers to keep our gym clothes in, we had to wear appropriate clothing for the physical activities we would be dining for every day we didn't dress we lost one grade point. He had a female upperclassmen to take the girls to their locker room while he took the guys. Once inside he dropped another bombshell we would have to shower after gym class as well before we could leave. I looked around me at all the guys in the locker room and about how interesting the semester had just got.
Well there you go guys chapter two is up, like it hate it? Let me know at nickwritessouthern@gmail.com. Also a special thanks to Daniel who has agreed to clean up my rough patches and help this story run a little smoother