The Girl With The Wolf Tattoo_(0)

I quickly made my way through the throngs of other students as a headed towards my locker. This was one of the fow times that I could make to my locker before my next class and I couldn’t wait to get rid of the arm load of books I was packing down the hallways. Suddenly now the crowd appeared my friend Jeremy, just when I started to work the combination lock to my locker.

Jeremy and I had been friends since the forth grade. We did drift apart from each other for a while in middle school when Jeremy joined the football team. Once Jeremy realised that I could help him with he’s school work, so he wouldn’t be kicked off the football team, we became closer then ever. It didn’t take long before half the football team started hanging out with me too. This was very adventitious for me because when I became a freshman I did not have to put up with the hazy that many of my peers had to.

“Hay Ben, do you have your bluetooth on?” Jeremy inquired of me. Every time Jeremy had something that was off color that he wanted to share he always did it through a bluetooth connection. This was do to the fact that his parents weren’t tech savvy and Jeremy could easily delete the bluetooth history so his parents wouldn’t find out what he was sharing.

“My phone is off right now.” I replied as I put the book I was holding away. The school’s policy about cellphones was that they had to be off while in class. Which allowed students to check their phones between classes. Except for lunch, it was easier for me to leave my cellphone off while I was at school. This saved me from having my phone ring in class and getting emberessed by the teacher, which I seen many of my fellow class mates suffer.
“Well hurry up.” Jeremy practically bounced in place as I worked my phone out of my pocket.

“What is it?” I asked while I waited for my phone to power up.

“It’s something I got from John right after gym class.” Jeremy replied. John was one of the members of the varsity football team and he shared a lot of pornographic videos and pictures, along with other sports things, with the other football members. So there was no way to be absolutely sure what Jeremy was about to send to my phone. Once Jeremy heard the sound of my phone turning on he watch over my shoulder as we waited for it to boot all the way up. The home screen appeared a split second before a notification pop up that I had a request to receive a file from Jeremy’s phone. I knew that it had to be a rather small file because it only took a secent to download. “Look at it when you get a chance to be alone.” Jeremy said before he rushed off to his next class.

Before I retrieved my binder I took a quick look at what Jeremy had sent me. As I had expected it was a google drive url which ment it had to be pornographic in nature. In everyone’s freshman year we were walked through setting up a google drive account for our school work. Then our school mail everyone’s parents with detailed instructions on how to access their kid’s accounts. Some of the students used what they had learned to set up a secent drive account so they could better hid what they didn’t want their parents to find.

When I turned around the crowd was all but gone. The only students that where left were half way joging down the hallways. I would have been doing the same if it wasn’t for the fact that my next class was straight across from the locker. As I walked through the door Mis. Johnson stood up so she could get to the door by the time the bell rang. This day Mis. Johnson was wearing a white and ivory brocaded dress that complemented her long blonde hair. Mis. Johnson always weard dresses that covered all of her but they also hugged every curve of her hourglass shape. During the first trimester of taking her class I only got a B grade because I was distracted by her 34D breasts and the form fitting dresses Mis. Johnson woer all the time. Once my parents seen that progress report they demanded to know how I could possibly be getting a B in keyboarding. I blamed the gared on the fact that it was the second to last class of the day so I was tired. After all I couldn’t exactly tell my parents then I was getting distracted because the teacher was so hot looking. This explanation seemed to satisfy them untill parent teacher conferences came around. That night my father came into my room and explained that he understood me being distracted but I need to overcome the distraction. Over time I did some what overcome being distracted my Mis. Johnson’s looks with a lot of hard work on my part. Through a lot of focusing on my screen I made it through the class.

My next class was creative wirtting which I wasn’t that interested in. The only reason I was taking the class was that it was one of the prerequisites for advanced programming. I could understand the need for advanced keyboarding and calculus but I had no idea what creative writing had to do with advanced programming. Other than not knowing why I need the class was it’s timing because keyboarding and creative wirtting where on opposite sides of the campus which ment I had to jog the whole way there to make it in time. Mr. Sanders, who tought the class, was one of the teachers that would wait by the door and even if you where just a few feet away would close the door the ensant the bell rang. This practise forced students to go to the office where they would have to explain why they where late to class before getting escorted to their class. Rounding the last corner I broke out into a dead run know that the bell would be ringing some time soon.