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Not in a million years did I ever think nor imagine I would come across the gates of Greenville high, talk more of being held within its walls.

It was a school holding lots of history, accomplishments and not to forget, the reputation.

Here I was stood in its hallways, completely unsure of where to go, or who to turn to. The word "Newbie" made its mark right on my forehead.

I held my school schedule in hands, my eyes searching around for homeroom.

Moving to the locker which I was assigned to earlier by the administration, I tossed few of my

books in there, then turned around, resuming my search.

The sound of the bell got my feet hurrying, my figure dashing though the halls.

Getting late to class wouldn't be a good impression on my first day, would it?

Students pushed past me as they hurried to get to class, figures moving about. A student came crashing at me, getting me almost flat on my face, not until two arms grabbed me.

Looking up at whoever was kind enough to save me from