“Jane, I’ll introduce you and call you in after one moment.”
Jane stood there, alone in the school hallway. Mrs. Harring seems nice. I’m not excited about any intro she’s planning for me though. She continued to look around the school. The red lockers were covered in stickers of band logos and sports teams and the white walls were in need of a paint job. She stood there, waiting outside the classroom, remembering every other time she’d had a first day at a new school. My last school had blue and gold for school colors while this one has red and white. I’ll need to get new clothes. She continued to observe the new school, cracking her knuckles in the echoing hallway. She pulled her long, black curly hair into a ponytail and pulled a pocket mirror out of her purse. She checked her teeth, smiling quickly, and glimpsed over her face. Still good from checking 4 minutes ago. That’s good…
“Jane, would you like to come in and introduce yourself?” Mrs. Harring asked, opening the door to the classroom.
“Sure….” Jane mumbled, walking in slowly and taking a deep breath. As she walked in, 24 sets of eyes stared at her. She was surprised at this school. Everyone was white. In Chicago, you’d have to hunt to find a white person. Guess Duluth prefers vanilla.
“Hey. I’m Jane. I’m from Chicago.” Jane said quickly, noting that the only open seat was in the far corner of the class. She started to sneak towards the spot but Mrs. Harring wasn’t done.
“Jane, give us a little more than that. Tell us about your hobbies or your family maybe?” she said, sitting on her desk and tilting her head to the side.
“I play piano and sing. My mom and sisters sing with me at church in the choir. I have two sisters, one older named Josie, and one younger named Jenny. My dad is a psychiatrist and my mom is a piano and voice lesson teacher.” She said as quickly as she could, all in one hurried breath. “Is that good?”
“Class, that was Jane Arla-Jackson. Jane, welcome to 10th grade American History.”
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