First day of school

' ' Thoughts

" " Speaking

- Priscilla POV -

After I got done doing my... 'BUSINESS'

I walked back inside and grabbed my bag. Then, walked back outside. ' Now... how do I sign up for school? I know it's not gonna be in the slums because, well... it's the slums. If I would guess it'll probably be in middle part of town somewhere between the slums and the richer people.'

So with my destination on mind I turned right and started walking. I of course kept to the side, to keep out of sight. It took me 30 minutes until I saw the streets starting to get cleaned up, which at this point I guessed that I reached the middle part of town. I kept walking until I stopped when I saw a store. I guess I stared to long because a few seconds later a lady came out.

"Hello, may I help you?" the lady said with a sweet smile on her face, if I had to guess she would be in her mid-thirties. "Yes actually can I..."

- 7:20 -

20 minutes later and I came back out with a pair of dark yellow glasses in my hand, and 5 dollars left in my pocket. After all, I have to go with the style, if I'm this far in then there's no turning back now. I put it on and since I don't have a mirror with me I guess I can't see how I look, oh well I probably look fine. Now that I think about it... did I even bathe? I smell my armpits. ' I think it's ok for now, but I have to find a way to bathe fast. There's no way I'm walking around smelling.'

I shake that thought out of my head, I have to find a school first. 'I mean what would the police think if they see a kid not in school?' Yeah, let me start looking again. So I start walking again and 10 minutes later I find a school called Brooklyn Academy. I walk to the gate until I'm stopped by a big African American man with a black shirt and pants plus a bald head.

"It's been month since the beginning of the school year kid, and I've never seen you walk in here, who are you." The man says with a gruff voice. "I'm here to sign up for school" I answered looking up at him. the big man looks at me before he starts laughing, like he heard a joke or something. "You can't just walk in here, Brooklyn Visions Academy is a prestigious school, the only way you can get in here is if your rich, or your smart. And even if you were one of those things you look like a six year old, you probably didn't even get through elementary school yet" he says laughing at me.

"Look how about you go to Brooklyn elementary" He says as he starts to stop laughing and points across the street. I look behind me to see another school and I can't help but wonder how I missed that. I look up at him, then back to the school, then to him again. "But... I don't wanna..." I said quietly, then I realized I'ma 'bout to cry.

Am I seriously crying right now? Just because I don't wanna go to a different school? I mean their right next to each other, so what's the difference? It seems that the big man seen me crying because suddenly he bends down and starts to shush me. "Hey , hey, hey, please don't cry, if the students come early and see you crying they might get the wrong idea." But that still doesn't work because now I'm full on crying.

"But, But, But... I wanna go to this school though... wahhhh!!!! *Snuff, snuff, snuff, snuff* Wahhhh!!!!!" Why does my eyes itch? I raise my hand and start rubbing my eyes. 'Im a Tough girl, so why am I crying?' The guy looks at me, probably thinking I'm a baby. Though he's not that far off.

"Kid, look at me, you probably don't understand this now, but you will in the future, if you don't stop crying people might think I did something bad to you. Im a big BLACK man, those White's don't care about us. What are you American? Ehhh... maybe Russian, but listen if I lose this job I won't have food to feed my family. You understand?" He says looking at me with his brown eyes and rubbing my head.

"Yeah *snuff* I- I understand" I answered back, calming down. "Good, and hey if you do good in school you might receive an invitation from here" I nod my head, determined to do good in school. "Here, I'll walk you across the road." He takes a hold of my hand and begin walking *dragging* me across the road.

When we reach the other side he let's go my hand and turns around, probably to go back across the road. But before he steps on the road I turn to him and couldn't help but ask. "Hey mister what's your name?" He look back at me before he smiles and answers "Tyrone, Tyrone Freeman. Oh and don't be a stranger" and with that he walks back, just in time for the first student.

I turn back around looking at the public school for a few seconds before walking up to the front door and opening it. The inside looks... meh. It has blue and white walls with the top white and the bottom Blue. There's nobody but the teachers and staff here yet so I guess I'm lucky. I see a teacher about to walk past me but before she does I grab her hand and ask her a quick question.

"Hi, umm I'm new here and I was wondering if you could point me towards the front desk" the lady I grabbed stopped walking and looks at me with her green eyes. She also has blond hair and is wearing red shorts with white lines going down the side with a white shirt, plus a red whistle. If I had to guess, she's the gym teacher. BUT, the fact that it's 1980 I'll have to say she's probably the assistant gym teacher.

She tilt's her head at me. "Well sweetie, you go..."

- 7:35 -

It took me five minutes to find the front office. The front office looks... bland. Like it looks like a normal front office, with the same coloring scheme from outside, top walls are white and bottom walls are blue. I walk to the front desk and see a lady behind it, black hair in a going straight down, Blue eyes that shine like diamonds, and a body that can be described as B rank. 'Of course I'm more into men but dang, I'm already out if the competition, leave some boys for ya girl.'

What I didn't realize is that I'm already at the front desk and the woman is now just looking at me. " *Ahem* excuse me, but can I help you?" She says, bringing me out of my thoughts. I put on a sweet, cute smile and answer her question "Yes may I register at this school?" She looks me up and down and then she looks around like she's looking for someone. Then she looks back at me and asks a question I didn't think about.

"Where are your parents?" She says as she looks back at me. I stare at her for a few seconds before I answer her. "Im an orphan, don't have any." She looks at me with a sad look on her face, probably thinking they abandoned me because of the 'Cold War.' But then she puts on her professional face again.

"Look sweetie if you don't have parent's or someone that's 18 and acts like your guardian you can't sign in for this school or any school really so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." She says as she's getting up, probably to walk me out. "Wait, Wait, Wait!!!! But look I have my papers with me, can't I just sign in without my parents!?!?" I shouted as a took off my bag, zipped it open and take out my ID for her to grab. She takes it into her hand and read it.

" *Sigh* how about this kid I'll sign you in but you better do good in school because if you don't I will beat your behind. *Mutters* I'm basically about to lose my job, maybe if I beg they might give me a second chance." So she sits back down and starts filling out some paperwork while I found a chair behind me and sat down.

Several minutes later she get up and walk over to me. "I signed you in, now all you gotta do is pay attention to class, ask the teacher questions that you don't understand and make good grades. You don't wanna keep living in the slums do you?" She says as she hand me back my ID/birth certificate. "Wait how did you- " but before I can finish my sentence she talks talks over me. "Please girl, I've been living way longer than you, so don't act all surprised, ok?"

I blank our for a few seconds then nod my head. She then hands me a schedule and walks me out the office. 'Let's see... my homeroom teacher is a lady called Mrs. Anderson, class 112. 1st grade.' I put my schedule in my bag and walk off. Of course, not without getting FREE breakfast.

- 7:45 -

a few minutes later I'm standing outside a wooden door. I knock on it f few times and wait... five seconds later a woman came out. 'Geez, what's with all the woman?' I couldn't help but think to myself. "Hello may I help you?" the woman is short, like really short around 5'3 feet short. She has brown eyes and blond hair and is wearing jeans and a blue blouse. "Yes, I'm a new student and I think this is my classroom" I answered her while she opened the door for me to walk in. I look around and to be honest it looks like a regular classroom.

White walls, dark blue chairs and brown desks. The original stuff. I turn back towards the teacher and asks her a question. "Where am I supposed to sit?" She tilt's her head and looks around then come back to me. "First how about you tell me your name?" She questioned, as she basically questioned my question.

"My name is Priscilla Rasputin and I'm 6 years old" I said sounding proud of myself. That's what's I'm confused about, I've been acting like a little kid even though I have the knowledge of a high school student, I guess wisdom does not equal maturity.

She smile as she points to a back desk. "Yes, hello Priscilla, no other students are here yet and the only seat's open are the ones in the back so how about you take a seat back there, is that okay with you?" I nod my head walking to the back. I see a few good seats but I gotta be sure, I gotta have a nice seat. Where i can see the front and be sneaky.

A takes a few seconds but I finally found one, the perfect seat. I sit down just in time for five students to rush in. There eyes are on me, looking confused. I guess they would be, after all I am a new student. They take seats in the front of the class. And at this point I blanked out I like I still looked at the front but I just wasn't paying attention.

"Alright kids since everyone is here I would like you to Priscilla, Priscilla may you please stand up and introduce yourself?" That's when I got focused again. I looked around and surprise, surprise, the classroom is full with everyone looking at me. I stand up and start my introduction, "Hello my name is Priscilla Rasputin, I'm an American slash Russian and well... that's it, hi..." I said doing a small little wave.

I looked around to see a few people saying hi back and the others just looked away, I guess they just wanted to know who I was. I sat back down was greeted by a tap on my shoulder, I looked left to see a African American boy with a low fade and is wearing jeans and black shirt plus he looking fresh as I'll no what with those high tops. But then his freshness kinda come down if you look closer. Jeans to the stomach with his ankles showing though he's wearing black socks. Shirt tucked into the pants. Belt making his pants tighter. Plus he got black rimmed glasses. At best I can rank him at D rank, it will probably go up during puberty but for now... yeah D rank.

He looks at me with those big brown eyes of his and whispers to me. "Hi Priscilla, I'm Tyshawn, Tyshawn Freeman. Umm... I was wondering if you wanted to be friends, like it's totally cool if you don't wanna but like, umm, well I just noticed that you have glasses and I have glasses, like we both got glasses" I look at him and see him rambling of and on about this and that until I finally caught his attention when I tapped his desk.

"Yeah sure I don't mind being friends being friends, by the way are you related to Tyrone?" I questioned. He stops talking and looks at me eyes shining like stars - I'm pretty sure that's impossible but okay - "Really you'll be my friend!?" he whisper/shouted. "Yes I'll be your friend, so keep your voice down and answer my question. Are you related to Tyrone?" I questioned

"Yes, he's my dad" he answered as he looked like God was standing in front of him. While he was doing that I couldn't help but see the papers that's on his desk, AI programing? Spaceships? Androids??? 'Wow, this kid is going places.' I thought to myself

"Okay class let's get started, I'm gonna go with a hard question first, what's

9 + 9?" and at this moment I couldn't help but think to myself. Why Me...