Maroon Escape to Meadows and Bees (Part One)

Chapter 5

"Class? Please settle down! I will be calling roll now. Please say 'here' and raise your hand so that I can see you," the substitute teacher said.

Apparently, the algebra teacher for this classroom had maternity leave. Jeane and I managed to have the same homeroom. Lyra and Yang also share their homeroom, but Ruby's by herself in another classroom. Jeane was sitting bored with her arm over her head. If I had to guess, she just might mention something about the approximate number of ceiling tiles later on. There was nothing else to look at anyways. The room must be for a new teacher because it's completely empty. The only entertainment we could find was whatever we decided to do or had on us that didn't require our scrolls out. Most classmates huddled in their already-formed groups of friends and talked about their summer vacations, band camp, or the upcoming football season. A few others, including myself, brought a book to read. I know Jeane had a couple of books on her too, but most were on her phone. She couldn't work on a creative story either; her writing notes were also on her phone. I guess she could at least brainstorm new ideas.

"Blake Belladonna?"

"Here," I raised my hand for a moment.

"I think this room has about 24 tiles by 25 tiles. Each about one and a half feet long," Jeane whispers. "I guess most classrooms are about...936 feet then."

"Didn't you say over 2,000 kids go here?" I ask.

"Yeah. I guess it explains the size of the lunch hall then, and the numerous staff," Jeane replied. There's always at least two to three things going on in her head at once, I swear.

"Jeane Crimson?"

"Here." She only offered a tiny wave. She was second in her row; but nobody else was in front of her, so she was easy to see.

"I've received a message from the head ambassador counselor that you, Blake and Jeane, are new here. Welcome. She said you may take a tour with one of the student ambassadors. The ambassador should be outside in the hall now," the teacher suggested.

"Alright," Jeane said, rushing to get out of her seat and to the door. After speed walking for only two seconds, she abruptly remembered to look back and wait for me. It almost reminds me of a lost puppy.

As promised, we find Yang outside the door waiting to give us a tour.

"Hell-o!" Yang said, dragging out the 'o'.

Jeane reciprocated the greeting. "So, where are we headed first?"

"We'll be going through the four halls connected here since they're all close. Then the gym, cafeteria, library...And finally we'll get to whatever your schedules are like!" Yang beamed with excitement.

"Is there any theme with these halls?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah! The one we came from was the math hall. The one we're going to next is English!..." Yang began explaining. With that, she started walking us everywhere around campus for about 10 minutes and talking nonstop.

Near the end of the tour, Yang pointed out how we still had some time left before we'd go to our first class. So, Jeane decided to use the restroom, and Yang and I chose to wait outside for her rather than go back to our homeroom classes.

"Sooo.. Blake... I really like your bow!" Yang complimented. "It really matches your hair!"

If only she knew what was underneath the bow. "Thanks."