NIkki stared at her school schedule; confused. First Period: AP English. Skytime. Second Period: AP Psychology. Third Period: Concert Choir. Fourth Period: Algebra II. Fifth Period: Calculus. Okayyyyy, sure. But what the fuck was a Skytime though? She pulled her glasses out of their compartment in her purse, and put them on, like looking through the glass would make word make more sense.
It was the second day of school, September 6th 2006. She was trying to get used to this whole "normal highschool" thing. And trying not to talk shit about everyyyyyyyy stereotypical white person she saw. It was hard though....cus it was a lottaaaa stereotypical white people here. Especially the girls she thought, thinking back to this one little girl she'd seen in the hall talking on her cell phone. Crying on her cell phone actually.
"HE broke up with MEEEE, Jenna!!! HE broke up with MEEEE!! Does he know who I AMMMM? How dare he break up with MEEE??!!!" The girl screeched at the top of her lungs, with a few of her friends standing around her, and it had been everything NIkki could do not to burst into laughter in the middle of the hallway. She couldn't think of which one, but she knew she'd heard that on somebody's tv show somewhere. She shook her head as she walked. Ahhh....white people.
Anyway, now she was sitting in this class that was apparently called skytime, staring at her schedule hoping she'd magically remember where her next class was. She usually had a good memory but this school was hugeee and the room numbers were confusing. She was focused intently on her schedule when another girl walked in, speaking spanish rapidly on her phone. Nikki looked up, nosy && interested, to find that the girl looked black. She must've been mixed with something. She sat down and continued to talk on the phone until the teacher looked at her pointedly and told her to get off. She shrugged, hung up the phone, looked over at Nikki && smiled.
"Heyy, I'm Simone. Its good to see another black person at this school finally." Nikki giggled, said hey and went back to her schedule. A few minutes later she looked back up and said, "Hey....uhm....do you know what we're supposed to like....do in this class?" She figured she was being friendly, since she wasn't gone find that many black people around here. Simone moved so that she was sitting next to Nikki && glanced at her schedule.
"Psh, don't worry about it. Nobody ever does anything in here. Its like a study hall or whatever. Ooooh," she remarked glancing back at the schedule, "you got them smart people classes." Nikki giggled, even though on the inside she was scared. it'd happened before that people stopped talking to her cus they thought she was one of those stuck up smart people, which she really wasn't. Simone launched into a story about how much she hatedddddd her English teacher. && how she was racist and she thought all black people were stupid. From this monologue Nikki learned that Simone had skipped a grade, just like Nikki had, && all the sudden she wasn't worried anymore.
The music started to play, signaling the class was over. Simone gathered up her things, handed Nikki her class map. "So you won't get lost." She said with a smile. Nikki laughed, cus she'd completely forgotten to ask where her next class was. She said thanks, and started to walk away.
She'd taken about seven steps when Simone called her name. She turned
"You wanna go shoppin with homecoming dresses with me and my friend Blance next week?" she called from through the crowd.
"Sure!!" Nikki called back. And then she continued walking to her class. But now she was smiling.