That teacher, I discovered when I walked into my second
period English class an hour later, was Mr. Venza.
“Ah, cool locker girl,” he said when I raised my hand
during attendance after he called my name and told him Bowie, not Brianna. He
made a note in the margin of his class roster.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” a guy called out from the
back of the room. “Why is she ‘cool locker girl’?”
“Why don’t you ask her later?” Mr. Venza said, cutting
off any further response from the boy. His name was Brady—he’d been called
during roll call already—and by the way he ignored me instead of taking Mr.
Venza’s suggestion, I was pretty sure he was an Army kid. I’d spent the better
part of the morning—when I wasn’t freaking out about my locker or navigating
the halls—trying to figure out how to distinguish the Fort Dix kids from the
McGuire ones. Even though I planned on staying out of the rivalry drama, it
felt like something I needed to know.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Mr. Venza said after
finishing attendance and tossing the folder onto his desk, “let’s get down to
business.”
I really enjoyed this little snippet. Now I want to know more about this rivalry you mention! And, of course, the locker. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jaime! :) I'm really looking forward to developing the Air Force/Army rivalry more. As much as Bowie tries to stay out of it, I have a feeling she's going to get sucked into some of the drama!
Delete"Cool locker girl" ... I love that! Remind me to tell you a funny story about a similar nickname in my next email. Oh, and just so you know, Mr. Venza is already becoming one of my favorite characters! :)
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