The Next Class
Brrrrring! The bell that ended the period had just rung. �Hmmmm, our next class is Language with Mrs. Taylor in room 35,� said Amy glancing at Carly�s schedule to make sure they were the same. �Yep, we better get going if we want to be on time,� Carly said.
They walked into the classroom and again everybody stared at them wide-eyed. But this time, they didn�t really care. They knew that they were different from everyone else, and they didn�t care! Carly and Amy sat at a table near the front of the room.
A few minutes later, a tall Hispanic woman wearing a long black skirt and a blue blouse walked in. �Good morning everybody! How are you today? Welcome to Language Arts class. Let me tell you a little bit about myself,� Mrs. Taylor said. �I was born in Mexico and I have just recently married to Mr. Roy Taylor. Now, I know that I don�t have the same skin color as you, but please treat me as you would any other teacher. I see we have some other students who wish to be treated the same way,� she said looking towards Amy and Carly. They smiled thinking that this was going to be their favorite class. �Yes we do,� the girls said. �Well then, shall we get started? This year we are going to be doing many things including writing a newspaper, and learning all kinds of wonderful language arts subjects. Sound good?� Mrs. Taylor asked. �Yes,� chanted the class. �Great!� She replied.
The entire day went on pretty much the same. Miss Finsher was very proper and Mr. Pope-Fischer wore a leather jacket and talked about his Harley. Worst of all, Ms. O'Reilling peered over at you every ten seconds. Finally, the last bell rang. �Hooray!� shouted the entire class. Amy and Carly slowly walked out, ready to have an awesome time at Amy�s house.