The next morning, after she had eaten and been dropped off at school, Myra ran to her locker and quickly threw her lunch and books inside. Grabbing her tenor saxophone she made a dash for the door hoping no one was going to be there. Luckily for her, it was empty save for Mr. Michaels.

"Good morning," Mr. Michaels said when she entered the classroom.

"Good morning sir," she replied calmly.

"Oh, you don't have to call me 'sir'. It makes me feel old," he said and gave a slight chuckle. "Just call me Mr. Michaels or Mr. M."

Myra smiled at him and set up her seat in front of him and placed her music and saxophone on the chair. The bell would ring in about 15 minutes so she had time to wander the halls or listen to music. She chose the former.

Passing her English class, she waved to Mrs. Jonathan, who waved and smiled back. Next was her Math teacher, who smiled and waved grandly. Then, she passed Dean, who smiled and winked at her casually. Myra didn't really notice until she reached the end of the hall, which was called "Jock Hall", and abruptly swiveled around on her heel and stared after him in shock and disgust.

"God, if only he'd stop hitting on me. I've only been here for two days and I've already got somebody who has a crush on me," Myra muttered to herself. Turning to continue walking she bumped into Tisha, who was making a dash to her locker.

"Hey Myra, how's it going?" Tisha said quickly and seemed really nervous.

"Oh, hi. Sorry about that. I'm doing pretty good, what about you?" Myra replied. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so jittery?"

"Oh, no reason. I'm just looking for somebody and I'm really excited because it's my boyfriend and I haven't seen him for so long and I can't wait to see him," she replied back, not taking a breath anywhere in between.

Myra said nothing but continued to look at Tisha as if she was crazy. "What's his name?"

"Oh, his name is Larry. He's really handsome too." Her idea of handsome was too tall, too skinny, and extremely nerdy looking, for he came bounding down the halls.

"My love! Is it really you?" Larry exclaimed, lifting 'his love' into the air and twirling around. "'Such sweet sorrows'…since we parted." He quoted but paused for he knew not the line.

Tisha giggled happily and slipped her hand into his and bounded down the corridor, leaving Myra behind, who sighed to herself.