The beginning of Classes as Morgan

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Chapter 21
 
 
Mr. Thompson, Katie and I walked back down stairs and toward Mr. Hopkins’ room. Katie reached over and grabbed my hand, and gave it a squeeze. I could tell that she was nervous about going to Mr. Hopkins’ class. Back when I took the lead in the play, Mr. Hopkins was the only person that gave me any kind of grief over attending classes. He said that boys shouldn’t wear skirts and dresses, but after Mrs. Jenkins had talked to him about me getting into my role so deep that I didn't come out of it even when it was time to go home. The three of us waked up to Mr. Hopkins’ door right as the bell rang. We waited on everyone that was in the classroom to exit. The room finally emptied and we walked in. Mr. Hopkins glanced up from his desk and rolled his eyes as the three of us walked in. He looked up at Mr. Thompson.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Thompson?” Mr. Hopkins said.
“Well, for starters, I saw your eyes roll when we walked in, but that’s not why I’m here.” Mr Thompson said, pausing to continue his thought and arrange his words.
“You’re here because Katie and this other person,” He paused motioning up and down with his hand at me “Will be in my class. What name are you going by this time, Josh?” Mr. Hopkins asked, peering over the tops of his glasses at me. I blinked. I was not going to be intimidated by Mr. Hopkins, just like I was not intimidated by Mrs. Paskly.
“My name is Morgan, Mr. Hopkins, It’s nice to meet you.” I said, offering my hand. Mr. Hopkins continued to peer over the top of his glasses. He finally reached up to shake my offered hand.
“Nice to meet you Morgan. Don’t expect me to be any easier on you just because you are wearing a skirt. You are just as smart as Josh, and I don’t expect any thing to have changed. You guys missed some homework from last night, get with me and I’ll make sure that you get it… Your absents was excused for yesterday. You would have been here if Mrs. Paskly hadn’t interfered.” He said, with a smile. “Get to your seats, Morgan, sit in your normal seat.” I nodded and turned around and blinked. While we were conversing with Mr. Hopkins, the entire class had come in and taken their seats. Katie reached over and squeezed my hand. We walked to our seats and I noted as we sat, that everyone in the room was watching the two of us as we sat down. The room broke out in whispers as people tried to figure out what was going on.
“Ok, Quiet down, class, meet Morgan, She will be with us for a while. Open your books to page two hundred sixteen.” Mr. Hopkins said.