Chapter 3: First Day at School [2]
On my way to class, I strolled through the hallway, now packed like sardines during the breaks. It was your typical high school scene, straight out of a New York movie. You had the tech-savvy kids, buried in their phones, leaning against the lockers, probably crushing candy or battling aliens.
Then there were the gossip circles, you know, the Queens of Drama, chatting up a storm like they're auditioning for a reality TV show. They had the latest scoop on who's dating who, who's failing what, and who's wearing what.
Of course, you couldn't miss the jocks, towering over everyone, their jerseys proclaiming their athletic prowess. They'd be tossing a basketball or trading sports trivia like it's the secret language of the hallway.
And there's always that one group in the corner, the artsy types, covered in paint smudges or wielding guitars, discussing their latest masterpiece like they're about to sell it for millions.
Yep, the high school hallway was a microcosm of New York itself – diverse, lively, and never short on drama.
Today especially, I felt the simplicity in what I see. The simplicity of society.
It's like the most basic rule of society, man. Everybody's trying to fit in somewhere, with someone.
But feeling kind of weird that I was zoning out like this, I finally made it to the classroom doors. I walked in and there were only three boys chillin' there. We knew each other pretty well cause we were the ones who decided to roll with the Polish class. We're all kind of the same wavelength. Not really into the whole study thing, but maybe that's changing.
"Yo, Max! You hittin' up that party at Elias' place tonight?" Martin, one of the boys, asked.
'Fuck no!' I thought. Elias is one of the bullies from yesterday, and if I had to be in the same spot as him, I'd rather take a rain check. Anyway, I'm trying to brush up on my math skills before the SAT.
"I'm in too, man," Ethan chimed in. He's a tall dude I like to talk with about the new LOL champions.