Author: SharonH PM
Madison is 17, and determined to stay in one high school for her entire senior year. Living with her Aunt and Uncle accomplish that. Madison finds love, friendship, and laughter.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 13,018 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-22-05 - Published: 07-17-05 - id: 1964980
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First things first, she had to find the office. Students were rushing around and pretty much ignoring her. She was actually quite used to it. Moving schools so often she rarely got to form a lot of attachments with people. There were a few people that had befriended her, and she made sure to keep in touch with them, but they all lived in different states. Madison stayed close to the wall and headed down the hall.
"Can I help you?" an elderly voice asked. Madison turned to find an older man staring at her through extremely thick black framed glasses.
"I'm looking for the office." she said a bit hesitantly.
"New student?" he asked a bit louder.
"Yes sir." Why didn't he just announce it over the intercom? He motioned for her to follow him, and headed down the hallway in the direction she'd been headed. Sighing she followed him.
They entered through the door marked, dun dun dun, Office, and he turned to face her. A woman at the desk looked up and winced when she saw the man. "Ok," he practically shouted. "This is Ms. Snow. She'll help you." He nodded at her and left the office.
The woman behind the desk smiled at Madison. She looked to be in her early fifties and had black hair cut in a bob. "Don't you mind Mr. Dirks. Deaf as a post. How can I help you dear?"
"I'm Madison Kelly. My aunt, Jessica Stableton sent you the enrollment paperwork?"
Ms. Snow dug through several packets of papers on her desk until she came to one, "Oh yes, here you are dear. A senior, and oh goodness, you've moved around quite a bit haven't you?" Before Madison could answer the woman was talking again. "Ok, here is your class schedule, and a map of the school. Although to be perfectly honest dear, it's really not that difficult to get around here." Ms. Snow stood and handed Madison a card about the size of a postcard, which showed her classes. Then she turned to a boy who was currently shoving things into boxes lined up against the wall. Madison thought they might be the teacher's mailboxes. "Marshall, I want you to show Madison to her first class."
He was slightly shorter than Madison was with dark blonde hair that hung to his shoulders. He wore jeans, vans, and a t-shirt that advertised some alternative punk band. "Yes Ms. Snow." he told her and stopped shuffling. "Follow me." he told Madison. As soon as they left the office he looked at the card she was holding. "Dude, ya got Ms. Anderson for first. She's the Economics teacher. For such a boring subject she's pretty cool. My bud Stan is in that class. He normally snoozes, but he still manages to pass. So, like, did I hear Ms. Snow say you'd moved around a bit?"
"Yeah, this is my seventh high school."
"Whoa, that must have been righteous." he said nodding at her. "Well, we aren't big or nothing, but it ain't so bad here. Only a few dickheads to worry about. Here we are." he stopped and motioned at the door of a classroom. "Well, I'll catch ya later. You need any help look me up." He turned and headed back for the office.
Madison took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom. The teacher, a younger woman with short, curly auburn hair and tons of freckles smiled at her. The woman stood at least 5'11", but was skinny like one of those runway models. "Hi there!"
Madison smiled at her and walked further into the room.
"You must be Madison Kelly." she said brightly. "We just finished taking roll, and I figured you'd be on your way pretty quick. Just take a seat wherever."
Madison just nodded, and then took a seat near the back. The students were staring at her, and it made her slightly uncomfortable. This was the part that never got easier. Ms. Anderson brought a book over to her, and had her sign a sheet of paper with a bunch of other signatures. Looking around it was easy for Madison to make out the different cliques. Something else that never changed no matter what school you went to. Beside her was a skater boy, dressed similarly to Marshall, with glazed eyes. She figured this must be Stan since he looked to be half on his way to nap time. Three blonde girls in cheerleading outfits took the front corner, and there were to guys in letter jackets that completed their little group. Over to her right at the front were several students actually listening intently to the teacher as she began her lesson. Madison opened the book to the appropriate page, and only half listened. There was a girl dressed all in black with white makeup and black lipstick, and three boys that had a punk look to them.
It was only the second week of school, so she hadn't missed much, and she found her way easily to each class. She kept to herself that day. Mostly because she wanted to get the feel for the high school. She wasn't too worried they'd think she was stuck up, because she could always prove them wrong, and luckily the teachers took pity and no one asked her to share her life story. That would have gotten old real quick. Although she did consider making something up for the fun of it if they did ask. Hey, if you couldn't have a good time in high school, where could you have a good time?
The school seemed to have three kings and three queens. These were the shining people that everyone else wished they could be. There was the 'jock' king and queen, the 'punk, or metal' king and queen, and of course the 'theater' king and queen. Surprisingly these leaders of high school elite weren't couples. She found that odd. In all of the other schools she'd been in, and since there were so many she figured she could intelligently say this, they'd always been couples.
After staring at her for a bit, no one seemed to take notice of her, and for this she was grateful. She didn't care if they wanted to ask questions so long as she could get acclimated first.