The Warning Bell
We walked through the chaotic halls of high school, where kids were rushing around like a herd of elephants trying to find their class. Kids were yelling in the hallway and the football and cheerleaders were dressed up for their upcoming game. It was my sister’s first day of high school, she was a freshman and I was a senior. For Lauren, it appears to be a very different scenery, compared to middle school. She was a tiny blonde girl, finding her way through the huge high school.
There was a long screeching noise, my sister turns to me panicking, “Logan, why is the fire alarm going off?”
I look at her confused, “What do you mean?”
Lauren looks terrified and said, “Are you dumb? We need to get out. There is a fire.”
I start laughing so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. “That is just the warning bell telling us we have five minutes until class,” I said.
Her face appeared as if she had done something embarrassing in front of a crowd of people. She said, “Oh, awkward. Well, I’m going to go to class then.” Lauren started cracking up once she realized what she had done. There was a five second bell, and just within those five seconds she was ready to burst out of that place.
To me, that bell didn’t sound like a fire alarm at all, but I had been attending there for my whole high school career. My sister took some time adjusting and figuring out how high school worked. Lauren learned many new things about high school, and she still is now.