Up early in my bed with a throbbing pain in my head.
Out of elementary and into the big school.
First day with first impressions,
skipping stones and getting old waiting for the bus.
Bus squeaking up well before dawn and sneaking a squeaky yawn.
Time to claim a seat for the year.

On the bus quiet as can be, and I can barely see over the couch like seat.
As I do my usually double check on the bus I notice something bad.
I grabbed my schedule this morning but this is something I do not have.
Not in any pocket nor zipper on my monstrous bag.
Hopefully they have a copy in the office in the school.
If they have one that is will save me from embarrassments grasp.

Off the bus pushed through the doors and can't see more over the sea of heads.
Where am I, what is this place, the walls are so wide and are  bliss.
Slowly being trampled to the office when I made a big thud.
I looked up to the tall figure, he said “you lost bud”.
With a big gulp in my throat I stuttered,
“well sir, I lost my schedule and I don't know my class”.
The man said “ I'm the principal Mr. Haines what's you name son,”
He bellowed whilst slurping on his morning coffee,
and scratching his grey beard.

After a second I realized I can trust this weathered man, so I answered “Nathan, Nathan Titus sir” .
As the typed a word a minute slow as a slug on a freeway he said,
“Welp, Nathan by the looks of it you're over here,” as he pointed to the map of this big strange place. The map looked to be old as him.

As he stepped out of his 90s swivel chair he stretched
He managed chaperoned me to my class.
He reminded me of a skinny mr. gibbs from pirates of the caribbean, yet the had the stern look of a strong man.
I quickly peeked into the class and notice that I recognized no one here. Great, another problem. Guess i'm going too have to meet some new faces.