I wasn't ready to wake up. Really. I woke up at 6:30, and could've gone another hour or two. But Josh's Country radio alarm was blared to its highest point, stepmom (I think I'll just call her Diane for now on) and dad were fighting, Drew was well...Drew, and Leah was exercising in the middle of the room with Group 1 Crew playing, so going to sleep would be a one out of a million chance. I just jumped out of bed, threw my clothes on, tied my hair in a ponytail, and ran downstairs to do the rest. As I was eating breakfast, Drew walked in and sat down with only a water. "What's up with the light breakfast?" I asked him. "I get a nervous stomach like a newborn cries," He answered. "Therefore, when I get a nervous stomach, I know it's not from my food." Sadly, just sadly, Josh heard us talking. "Wimp!" He shouted. I waved my fist at him, but Drew replied, "Don't worry, sis. I'm used to it." I put my fist down and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, do my Clean and Clear...Yeah, all that. After that, I grabbed the lunch I made last night from the fridge and sat outside, waiting for the bus. I didn't say goodbye to dad, because he left for work, and Diane...Well, that's a bit of a no-brainier. I waited about thirty minutes before the bus stopped in my driveway. I grabbed my backpack and dashed to the bus, right before Drew did. I was stopped by the bus driver. "Your seat is the second row, right seat." He said, pointing to the seats. He wrote it on a slip of paper and handed it to me, but I could memorize it easily. I'll think of Peter Pan. (Get it? Second star to the Right? HAHA!! Oh. That was bad.) I sat down to the seat closest to the window and threw the hood to my black jacket on. I didn't want the whoever was going to sit next to me to see my face. That'd be really embarrassing. After fifteen minutes, the bus stopped to pick a few other kids. After I heard, "Your seat is second row, right seat" To another lid, then my stomach really started to ache. As the kid sat down, my hands started to uncontrollably twitch. "Hey," A friendly voice whispered. "You alright?" I looked up, and I gazed at a boy with brown eyes like Hershey kisses in the light, and his "mop head" hair reminded me of the vanilla frosting on my cupcakes that I had on my tenth birthday. "I'm fine," I replied, as I could feel my face turning red. "Just...Nervous." "Yeah," He said. "So am I. By the way the name's Timothy. Call me Tim." He held out his hand to shake mine. "My name's Jacklyn," I said, holding out my hand. "Call me Jackie." As we shook hands, my face grew hotter and redder by the second. "You look a bit uhh...Red." Tim said. "Do you have like, a fever or...what?" "No," I replied. "It's still nervousness." "Right," He inferred. "I'm guessing you moved here a bit ago?" "Actually, I did." I foretold. After about ten minutes, the bus finally arrived at the school. My stomach calmed down, but I was still nervous. Walking in, I made sure no one was staring at me, so I threw my hood back on. After some random adult showed me to my locker, I packed everything I had in my backpack to my locker. All the sudden, a girl, a bit taller than me, with Asian skin, short black hair and brown eyes, walked up the locker next to me. "Hi," I said, trying to be the friendliest I could. "I'm Jackie. Are you new here?" "No," She remarked. "I'm the team captain of the swim team. And I don't know what a petty seventh-grader like you would be doing here. So move, you're blocking my locker." Just what I didn't want, I thought. I stacked my books in my locker, and moved to my first class, which was Science. I was ready to about fall asleep. "Good morning, class." the teacher said. "My name is Miss Mandela, and I will be your science teacher for the rest of the year." Figures. I thought. I just sat still in my seat, but soon, somebody passed me a note. It read this:
Dear Jacklyn,
Meet me in the Library, 3:00. Don't be late!
Signed,
Good luck figuring that out!
I ain't gonna fall for that! I thought. I received letters like these in the fifth grade, and they ended up to be a bunch of self-centered Goddess Girls that poured water on me. It hurts, trust me. "So, although, it is true that God made the Earth," Miss Mandela implied. "But every day was almost like one thousand years. That is why recycling and saving water is important to this Earth." I raised my hand. "Yes, Jacklyn?" She fumed. "Well, that's not really true." I commented. "And, how so?" She asked me. "Well, plants are supposed to survive by spreading pollen from one of its kind to another, and they can't do that without animals." I concurred "Go on." "So, since animals weren't made before plants, there's absolutely no way there'd be flowers and trees today. Every day was exactly twenty-four hours." "Let me check," Miss Mandela affirmed. She picked up a huge book and flipped through the pages one by one. Meanwhile, I heard kids giggling an "Hi," d jeering under their breath. Miss Mandela looked up to me and replied, "I am very sorry, class. Jacklyn was right. For this she will receive an automatic A+. Congratulations, dear." The room was immediately silent. One kid, I think it was Tim, started clapping, and the another kid, and another kid, and soon enough, the whole class was in applause. Well, I guess that was my fifteen seconds of fame. "Now, shall we go on?" Miss Mandela interrupted. Through the rest of the day, I understood anything and everything clearly. Until lunch.
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I looked around for a good table to sit at lunch, but nothing was available. Then I found a table with five girls wearing really eye-catching clothes and perfect hair without a strand out of place. Just be yourself, I thought. It isn't that hard, is it? I sat down, and the girls stopped talking. "Hi," I informed, trying to be the most polite person I could be. "I'm Jackie." One of the girls rolled her eyes and grunted. All of them say up and moved to another table OF WHICH I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT. Then I felt a lump in my throat. I took a peek into my lunch bag, and there was a can of grapes, a ham-tomato-and cheese sandwich, a thermos bottle with a strawberry-banana smoothie in it, an apple, some crackers, and two M&M cookies. This took me all day to prepare, I thought, as a tear rolled down my left cheek. and yet now, I can't enjoy it with anyone. Then I spotted six boys, too distracted to see where they were going, walking up to my table. I slid myself under the table so I wouldn't have to waste my time finding another table. I also noticed that Drew was in the group, and I didn't want to ruin this for him, since he's been struggling all his life to find a friend or two. Once they sat down, I was as still as a doll, carefully sipping my smoothie silently. "Dude, I've heard that this place didn't even have a cafeteria!" That's because it wasn't built yet, retard. I thought. "I have to admit, this place is pretty tricked out compared to Frisbee. Sounds like something I would say. I thought, taking a quiet bite out of my grape. I noticed that Tim, my bus partner was the leader of the group. I looked around (By the way, not too much of a wonderful view from under a table.) And gazed at a girl, the one next to my locker, at a table with a bunch of other girls with jackets the colors of green and white, which, as I thought obvious, were the jockettes. It looked fun to be in that group. I did like the idea of sports. And what the heck, I'm new here, and I need to get a hobby around here. That might just help me break out and be a star...
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