Chapter 3:
958 Words
Today was the first day of school, my Uncle enrolled me in a new school here and I didn't know if I'm supposed to be happy or scared. I got out of bed and picked out my cloths. This school didn't have uniform, which I guess was a good
thing. I got a white shirt that was cut
at the sleeves and short shorts. I put
on my white vans that my dad got me for
Last year's christmas. I put down my cloths on my bed then went to take a shower.
I got out of the shower and put on
my cloths. I brushed my teeth and
did my make up which took a long
time considering I'm not the greatest
at make up. I put my hair in a side
braid to get it out of my face and then I
walked downstairs to make breakfast.
My Uncle goes to work early so I was
home alone. I made myself a bowl of
cereal and ate it fast so I could be at
school early. Once I was done, I took
my backpack and caught the bus.
There were a lot of people I did not
know and I could just believe what
they were thinking.
. . . . . Who is this new girl?
. . . . . She better not take my boyfriend!
. . . . . . . Ugh, someone new!?
I didn't really want to know what they
thought of me, but I hoped that it was
good things. I took a seat at the front
of the bus near no one. I was alone in
that seat for a while until the girl I had
met on my walk came in and sat near
me! I didn't know that she attended this
school. I felt happier already and we
had conversations about how it was
like in that school and how the school
were in California.
We got to school then Megan went
to her class because she knew where
to go. I went to the main office and
the principal brought me to my new class. Sadly, Megan was not in my class but I believe she will be in at least of one of my classes. When I got in the class, the teacher introduced herself and the class.
Her name was Ms. Williams and she was our English teacher as well as my class room teacher. She pointed to an empty seat,instructing me to sit there. I sat down
and we had an English class..my first
English class in my new school. It was time for lunch and I saw Megan sitting
at my back, she then came to sit with me, after our class it was break time, we went to the dining room to get some snacks then we sat there and gisted, Megan was telling me about the most popular and cutest boy in the school. She never mentioned a name but she explained a lot about him. I remember her saying that almost every girl in that school liked him
except of course the girls that didn't
like boys. He sounded interesting and
all and I was listening to her briefly but
I was even more worried about who
else I would meet and what this new
experience would bring for challenges.
We later got up after we all ate and we,
well she talked about " the boy".
We went into math class and I did not
know anyone there. The teacher told
me to sit next to this girl in the back of
the room. She had blonde hair and I
was low key jealous of her looks. The
math class was like the math class back
at home. It was boring but we had to
learn it, well that's what the teachers
say. After class was over I went to
my locker and noticed that the same
blonde girl had the locker next to me.
She seemed nice and we talked for a
little she had mentioned her name,
her name was Laura and then she
mentioned .. "The boy". I wondered
why everyone was talking about him,
I mean he is probably just an average
boy that is a little hot. Anyways, after
that we left school and my cousin was
there to pick me up because although I
was 18,I didn't have a driving license
yet. He dropped me off at home and I
sat on my bed and did my homework.
For some odd reason, I kept asking
myself who was " The guy" and why
was everyone obsessed with him. I had
deep thoughts about it and finished my
homework. I went to get food because
I was hungry since lunch was a long
time ago. I took out Mac and cheese
and made it because I was too lazy to
prepare a whole dish. I was still hung
up on the boy and I didn't have the
brain at the moment to make a big
meal. In fact, I missed the plate while
putting the Mac and cheese on. That's
when I remembered…. Jason, we haven't talked for a while I missed him so much, I
checked my phone and saw his missed calls plus some messages from him saying he missed me I guess we felt the same way that day, I dialed his number and called him, I informed him that we moved to where he stayed, he sounded so happy, he asked me for my address and said he would visit during the weekend, I was so happy when he said that my heart actually did a back flip… We talked for a while then I went to bed.
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