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"Hi," said Cassandra. She struck a pose, then held out her hand and smiled this huge smile. "I'm Cassandra Contiago."
"Hi," said the guy, shaking her hand. "I'm Chris. Chris Hall." He turned to me. "And let me guessЧyou must be... twinkle toes, right?"
I looked at him. "I said I was sorryЧ"
"Hey, I was just kidding" he said. "Lighten up a little, okay? So what is your name, then?"
"Naira," I told him. "Naira Taylor." Then I smiled. "My little brothers call me Flipper
Feet, and you've just found out why."
Chris laughed.
"And this is Paige Sanders and Kerri Gold," I added.
"Pleased to meet you all," said Chris. "You guys must be new 'cause I don't remember seeing any of you around before. And if I'm right, then you're all in big trouble."
"What did we do wrong?" Paige asked worriedly.
We must all have looked a little nervous, even Cassandra, because Chris laughed. "I'm just kidding," he said. "It's not that serious. It's just that you're standing on the wrong line."
"What?" I said. "But the sign saysЧ"
"I know, I know," he said. "But this is where returning students pick up their cards. New students have to go to the Student Records Office on the third floor to get theirs."
"Well, it would have been nice if they'd put that on the sign," I muttered.
"Third floor, huh?" said Kerri, looking around.
"Right," said Chris. "The stairs are right
over there." He pointed to a black door to the right of the table.
"Thanks," said Paige.
"Yeah, thanks," 1 said.
"No problem," said Chris, grinning again. He looked at me. "Maybe I'll catch you later."
"Hey, Ni," said Kerri, as we all headed up the stairs. "I think he liked you."
"What are you talking about?" I said. "We hardly said ten words to each other."
"Yes, but it was what was happening between the words that counted," said Cassandra. That's one nice thing about CassandraЧshe can be happy when other people get attention too.
"What happened between the words was that 1 stepped on his foot," I pointed out.
Paige laughed. "He did seem to be paying more attention to you than to the rest of us."
"He's probably just being friendly, so it doesn't mean anything," I said.
"Well," said Paige, "it seems like more than just friendliness to me."
"Whatever," I answered, shrugging.
Don't get me wrongЧit wasn't that Chris wasn't good-looking. In fact, he was definitely
pretty cute, even gorgeous. But I hadn't really noticed him looking at me or anything. Well, maybe a little bit. Besides, the last thing I had time to think about was guys. At that moment, getting settled into school was the most important thing to me, and nothing, not even an incredibly cute guy, was going to stop me from doing just that.
We trooped up to the third floor and found the Student Records Office. The great thing about registering on the third floor was that there were no lines to wait on, as there had been in the lobby. A secretary with a gray bun and glasses looked up each of our names on a computer. Then she handed us each a yellow registration card and a course list.
"The first thing you need to do is meet with your adviser and discuss your schedule," she said. "The advisers' offices are down the hall. The name of your adviser is on the top right corner of your registration card."
An adviser, I thought. That sounds great. It would probably be nice to have someone who knew all about HSPS to give me advice and help me figure things out. I looked at my card.
"Leona Mastronardi," I read out loud.
"Hey, that's my adviser too" said Kerri.
"Mine says Marcia Kaplan," said Paige.
"And I've got Edward Hammer," said Cassandra.
We made our way down the hall, peering at the labels on the wooden doors as we went. First Paige and then Cassandra found their advisers' offices. Kerri and I went on down the hall until we got to the door that said
LEONA MASTRONARD1, ADVISING.
"You can go ahead," I said to Kerri. "I want to look over the course list a little first."
"Great. Thanks, Ni," she said.
I sat on a wooden bench in the hallway and looked over the list of courses the secretary had given me. The science department looked pretty good. Not only were chemistry, biology, and physics on the list but also advanced placement biology and introductory psychology.
Psychology, I thought. That would be cool. I've always been kind of interested in observing people's behavior. If I became a doctor I'd need to know what was going on in people's heads, as well as in their bodies, in order to make better diagnoses. On the other hand, I could also go for the advanced placement
biology. I'd already taken biology at the academy, and an advanced class would probably be a good idea for someone who planned to go to med school. It would look more serious.
The rest of the list was pretty straightforward. There were math, history, and English courses, as well as Spanish, French, and Russian classes in the language department. Russian sounded interestingЧand I supposed if I took it, Katerina might help me with my homeworkЧbut I decided I should probably stick to Spanish, after all. I had already had two years of Spanish at the academy, and two years before that in junior high. If I kept at it I might even be fluent someday. Knowing a second language would be a big plus when I finally became a doctor.
Just then the door to Leona Mastronardi's office opened, and Kerri came out, a big smile on her face.
"She's really nice, Ni," she whispered to me. "You'll like her."
"Great," I said, standing up from the bench.
"Hey, I'll catch you later," said Kerri. "Right now I'm going to"Чshe consulted a
schedule card in her handЧ"French."