• I walked to the office of my new high school. The lady in charge of the office counter was going though some papers. I waited there for a minute or so. Than she looked up. The sign on her desk said Ms Greensville. “Oh you must be the new girl. Yosenlin Johnson right,” she asked sounding like she never hear the name Yosenlin before. Which is every likely. “You OK” she asked with a calm face and voice, when I didn’t responded. “yep I’m fine .” I could tell she was one of those people who see some one dying and still ask are you OK. She handed me some papers. “Here’s a map of the school and your list of class,” she said with a fake smile. You could tell she hates her job or people. I couldn’t tell with. I sighed and said thank you. “ If you need anything just ask.” she said with her fake smile. I then turned to the door and said good bye. She said something rude under her breath. I know I wouldn’t like her. As I walked down the hall everyone looked my way. Oh god I hate moving. Ether I’ll be popular or a loser. Must likely a for me I would me a loser. I looked for my first class which was Mr. Brown. It wasn’t to hard to fined, just around the corner from the office.