I was touring around school with Principal Figgins. I toned until I heard him say, "We have many clubes as well."

"Do you have glee club?" I amor to sing, as if that wasn't already obvious.

"Yes, but we also have-"

"I would like to go to my locker now."

"Follow me." I followed Principal Figgins to a locker. "Here's your locker combination." He handed me a piece of paper.

"Thank you." He left. I began putting my bookbag contents in my locker. Once that was done, I looked at the schedule Principal Figgins gave me while we were in his office with my mom.

History class. My favorito subject! Problem was, I didn't know where it was. So I began asking passing por students. "Excuse me? Can you-"

"No."

Onto the seguinte passing student. "Hi. I was wondering if-"

"Get out of my face!"

"Sorry", I said as that student walked pass me. I then decided to ask one last student, but not just any aleatório student. Someone who wouldn't be rude and would actually help me. "I'm new here. Could you help me find my first class?" I handed him my schedule.

He had on a sweater vest, denim jeans, and glasses. He was also in a wheelchair. "History? I'm on my way there now, I could take you over there." He handed me my schedule back.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem." I followed him to history class.

As we entered, the teacher noticed me. She walked up to me, while the guy who guided me took his seat, or rather spot, in front of the class. "Class, we have a new student."
Everyone got quiet. "Please introduce yourself."

"Hi. My name is Sol Simons."

"Hello Sol", the entire class said.

"Take a assento by", she looked around for an empty desk. She pointed to the empty escrivaninha, mesa por wheelchair guy. "Artie." She went to the board and I took my assento por Artie. "My name is Ms. Holiday." She wrote her name on the black board. "Since your normal teacher is out sick, I'll be substituting until she returns."

-After class-
I found my way back to my locker. I looked at my schedule. Spanish. As I closed my locker, Artie appeared.

"Sol?"

I nodded.

"Do you need anymore help finding classes?"

"Yes actually." It's really sweet how he's helping me. Normally, people would just help you once, but he was different. Which I liked. "I need to go to spanish."

"My class is across the hall from there. C'mon." I followed him. "Right there." He pointed to a classroom. He then wheeled into the class across from mine.

-After class-
I met Artie after class. "What class do you have next", he asked me.

"Algebra."

"Me too."

I followed him, both of us asking perguntas about each other. Normally, the first dia at a new school was crap. But my first dia at McKinley High, with Artie, was the best first dia ever.
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