The school looked like it had survived a lot. The red bricks werfe a fading red; like a dying rose color. Some of the bricks were chipping, revealing a white color underneath. THe concrete sidewalks were cracking too much and loosing their color. Up the flag pole were the two flags; the USA flag, which was ripping and tearing, and the State Of Washington flag, which was getting ready to rip its 50th time.
The school's color was a big contrast to the forest surrounding it.
I parked close to the office. I turned the enginge off, grabbed my backpack and opened the door. Locking the truck, I jumped out; I slid my backpack on to my shoulder and walked to the office doors.
I pushed open the doors and walked to the front desk.
Her name was Mrs. Collin. Her red hair was flowing down her back. Her black eyes stared intently on the computer screen in front of her. She looked up and sighed. "Name?" she murmured.
"Hawk.
She turned to the left and opened a file drawer. She shuffled through the H's and pulled out a sheet of paper; my schedule. She handed it to me and went back to her computer. As I walked away, I heard a bing and a hushed, "Yesss."
Teachers these days, I though.
I looked over my schedule. At the bottom was my locker number, combonation and directions to get to it. I walked to my locker; seeing no one else in the halls.
When I got to my locker, someone stood beside it; my best friend Tori.
Her long brown curly ringlets danced around her shoulders. She wore black Converse shoes with white skulls on them. She had black pants and blue v-neck shirt on. She turned around, going to look at the clock above me head. Her dark blue eyes widened at the sight of me.
I ran over to her and gave her a quick hug. "That's your locker?" I say like its a bad thing.
Her eyes brows srunched up. "Why?"
"Cause this one's mine!" I shout, opening my locker.
There. That's some more of it. The deion of Tori is a draft. I might krewrite it.....