Post by JazzMaTazz on Jul 26, 2010 18:12:02 GMT -8
Title: Imagine This
Background:The last time I wrote a story, was probably in January... So please excuse my writing if it's a little off. This is kind of my first story that has romance in it, but there isn't a lot of romance. I think it's okay, and organized, but not as good
as my other stories. So, please give me LOTS of C+C.
Work:
Background:The last time I wrote a story, was probably in January... So please excuse my writing if it's a little off. This is kind of my first story that has romance in it, but there isn't a lot of romance. I think it's okay, and organized, but not as good
as my other stories. So, please give me LOTS of C+C.
Work:
Prologue;;
Imagine this. You're a mythical creature, with super powers that could ruin the world in minutes.
Your accepted into a school, with everyone who shares your powers. When you find it, you don't think
you're a freak anymore. Someone is similar to you, other than the few you know who already share your
powers. But your life is demolished, flamed, ruined. By another person, who has a power never thought to ex-
ist. Life threatening situations everyday, having someone who could take your life in a SECOND, saving it up for
that one time... It's coming. Imagine this.
Your accepted into a school, with everyone who shares your powers. When you find it, you don't think
you're a freak anymore. Someone is similar to you, other than the few you know who already share your
powers. But your life is demolished, flamed, ruined. By another person, who has a power never thought to ex-
ist. Life threatening situations everyday, having someone who could take your life in a SECOND, saving it up for
that one time... It's coming. Imagine this.
Chapter I;;
Big, white doors, basically made out of glass just like the rest of the school, and as stated in my rule book for this magical school, "Welcome students to Moncrieff High! I hope you enjoy your following year here, and enjoy the magical experience we have to offer you. The arts is a very big part of our school. The arts section includes visual arts, dance, theatre, choir, photography, strings, and a video class. You must choose an art, or you will be kicked out of Moncrieff High, sent to live with normal kids, who don’t share your powers and potential of being a real human being. Just a quick fact before I bore you with more information about the school in chapters to come, our school has a strict NO MAGIC POLICY. You MUST stay in human form AT ALL TIMES. If you get into a fight (which will lead into an automatic suspension), you may NOT use your powers or you will be punished severely. Powers are to only be used in art rooms only,’’ it was magical, but you couldn’t use your magic powers in any way. Two of my closest friends would also be attending the school with me, Jerome and Hazel, and they weren’t so happy about this no magic policy. But my best friend and boyfriend, Jeremy Finkle, loved the idea, almost as much as he loved me. Jeremy barely even HAD a power, but I guess you could call it one, but it wasn’t really that special. He could read minds, if he concentrated hard enough. Everyone else had attack powers or superhero powers. Except for him. At my old school, it didn’t even matter what your power was, mostly because it was just a public school and the only people with powers were Jeremy, me and this girl Izabelea who isn’t coming to this school because she wasn’t accepted. Which I think isn’t right, because she can fly, and since her hair is a bright red-orange, she shoots fire out of her hands. Pretty cool, huh? I guess it wasn’t cool enough.
Since Jeremy’s mother didn’t approve of us, we weren’t allowed to see each other. At all, so that meant she didn’t even KNOW I was going to this school. Sometimes just to see me, he tells his mom he’s going over Jerome’s house (which is a big lie, he hates Jerome because he thinks I’m somehow in love with him, but I love Jeremy as much as I love my parents) and then comes over my house. Jeremy’s mother is extremely overprotective of him… Which obviously means he had to force her to let him come to this school, but with one condition? She has to drop him off, and pick him up from school. Plus, if she sees me around him, I’d be death beaten. So I told myself I’d hide behind a tree or something until she drove away and then I’d surprise him. But I found myself stuck on the perfect railing, which had to be made out of granite, staring at the school… It’s so beautiful, I thought to myself. ‘’Kind of like you, except it isn’t as beautiful as you, Adelaide,’’ A voice calls from behind. Jeremy’s voice.
‘’Well well, if it isn’t Mister Mind reader,’’ I say, falling into his arms for a hug, ‘’I thought your mother would have killed me if she saw me?’’ A bunch of seniors, or that’s what they look like from their size, walk by us, and Jeremy pulls me in closer. ‘’She didn’t see you, and neither did I,’’ he said, puzzled, ‘’were you invisible?’’ I thought about that for a moment. I didn’t try to make myself, and if you didn’t realize it yet, I had invisibility as a power. ‘’I don’t think I did, but maybe I did without noticing? I don’t remember telling myself to go into invisible mode… or maybe air was hiding me.’’ I had a second talent, which was really rare. Both of my parents only had one, my mom had radioactive deadly venom that she could shoot out of her hands, and my dad could control what a person was doing. My second power was really extreme, and I have no idea where I got it from. I could bend all four elements, water, air, fire, and earth. Put the problem was I could only do it with my hands, not my whole body like some people could do. When I wanted to use earth, I had to think about the object I wanted to use really hard and then I could do whatever I wanted it using hand motions. And the biggest surprise yet? Jeremy was a wizard, and I was a vampire. Fabulous, right? It’s not like we were super humans, we were mythical with powers to the extreme.
"Who really even cares about if you were invisible or not?’’ He says to me, lifting up my chin, so I was looking in his eyes, ‘’I just really want to kiss you. I haven’t in like, a week? More than that? Just looking at you makes me want to take you home like a little puppy, but not in the way your thinking, love face,’’ he says, our faces an inch apart. I giggle and grab onto the back of his neck, and his lips are on mine in an instant, moving against mine in the softest way, and mine move back, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me up against his body as he tilts his head slightly to the side. When we’re kissing, I can’t just help but think, I love you, so much. It’s so sensational about how much I love him. Sometimes, most of the time, I love him more than I love my parents. We’re made for each other, and I just want to be with him till the end of time, where we’re accepted. I pull away an inch away from his face after what seems like the longest time, and smile, our foreheads touching. He sighs, seeming frustrated, but in his eyes I see joy.
"What’s wrong?’’ I whisper, frowning, and I feel like I did something wrong. ‘’How come you pulled away?’’ He asks me, pressing his body against mine, our lips within three centimeters away. ‘’I needed to breath, Jeremy,’’ I say, but I know he knows that’s a lie, because I don’t need to breathe, ‘’Fine, I just wanted to see your face, is there something wrong with that? Are you really mad at me? Please don’t be, love nub, you do know I love you right? I actually love you a lot, if you didn’t no-‘’ but he cuts me off with a kiss, and I totally forget what I was saying, and I can tell by the look on his face, a smug smile and his dimples just lighting up his face. He grabs my hand, and pulls me with him into the school, and inside its just simple one word. Beautiful. I know Jeremy is reading my mind, because he rolls his eyes and shakes his head no at me.
There were two sets of stair cases right in the back, probably about 100 feet away, and they spiraled upwards. The walls were a gorgeous glossy white, and the floor was granite that shined in the light. On the wall were all types of art work, and they were just absolutely beautiful glass works, oil pastel colorings, sketches, bodies that we’re probably made a while ago hung from the ceiling in different poses, wearing different clothes, and there were amazing paintings on the walls in black frames. Against the right wall, there was an oak desk with a big white book, and it read in big orange letters, SIGN IN SHEET. I was guessing you had to sign it if you were late, but there was no way I was late, with people buzzing around everywhere. On the right side of the table, there was a white and black telephone to match the theme of the building. To the left was a long white glossy hallway, probably leading towards the main office. ‘’Hi Adelaide!’’ A high pitched voice calls from behind me.
Of course, it’s Hazel, the only person I know with a high pitch voice and actually calls me Adelaide. Almost everyone else, except for Jeremy, calls me Addy. Or well the kids in my old school called me that. She’s next to me in a second after she calls my name, she probably just jumped. Hazel can’t go into a full…human form like most mythical people can. She has small black cat ears on the top/side of her head, sticking out of her curly black hair that reaches her shoulders. Plus, she has a tail, that she can beat people to death with… She has tanish skin, with a bunch of freckles underneath her eyes, which were sunshine yellow. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a gray undershirt, with a black v-neck shirt on top of it. She was wearing gray uggs, gross. I did love Hazel and all, but she was so…girly. Normal, other than the part of her being a cat, that flies, has a super tail, and you know, super reflexes. She was taller than me, about 5’7, five inches taller than my 5’2. ‘’Where’s Jerome?’’ I ask curiously, he’s never missed an entire day of school.
"He had to stay home, because he’s sick,’’ Hazel says, high pitched. She’s holding a green piece of paper, her schedule. I take the schedule from her hand, and she lets me. She folded it up a bunch of times, and while I’m unfolding it I realize that I’m basically right in front of the door, and run over to one of the shiny white walls, trying not to lean on it. I pull out my schedule and put them right next to each other, looking them over;
I pull out my schedule to see what we have in common.
Crap. I only had my last period, French or gym depending on the day, and theatre core with her. I’m so glad thought that Jeremy is in most of my classes except for my arts… Hazel pouts slightly when she sees my facial reaction, and takes her schedule back. She folds it about fifty times, and then puts it in her back pocket. She waves to us, walks away, stands next to the fountain, her shoes clicking. Then she realizes she needs her schedule, so she picks it out, and walks up the stairs. At the bottom of the schedule it says the room numbers, but it’s barely readable. I’ll just have to look for names on doors. A couple of boys, all wearing vans and skinny jeans-which seems so gay-walk into the school, all rowdy and yelling stuff at girls, obviously in their senior year here, that make them so mad. One girl, with blonde hair and big hoop earrings, must have a short temper, because when one boy yells, ‘’HEY ####!’’ at her, she spins her hands in their direction, and he’s in an ice cube, then she kicks it slightly, and it shatters in pieces. She holds out her hand and the entire pieces dance into her hand. Now that’s a power. The boys, who must be sophomores based on their looks, walk into our direction. I moan under my breath, Jeremy’s old ##### friends. I wave to Jeremy, and he winks at me, and then I’m off on my own.
A bunch of older girls walk past me, giggling, bumping into me, texting, paying no attention. I feel so different in this school, with really high ceilings, its expensive people, and expensive items. Most people stare at me like I’m some kind of freak, but truth is, they’re a freak too. That’s why they’re here, because they’re different from normal people. I go towards the stairs, and when I get up close, I realize how CLEAN they are, they’re just spotless. Afraid of messing them up, I run up the stairs… They travel on for a long time, it takes about a minute to reach the top, and wow, this upstairs is beautiful. Like downstairs, the walls are beautiful sparkling white, but as soon as you walk up the stairs, in beautiful stenciled writing reads the words, ‘’WELCOME’’ in soft oily colors, flowers popping out of the letters. All over the walls are splatters of every color. Blue, yellow, green, orange, purple, salmon, teal, turquoise, burgundy, red, night lock, black, brown, gray. They all have a layer of sparkles over them, and it makes them pop out. The classroom doors aren’t just plain brown either, they’re all a different color, with designs on them representing what class they are.
I pull out a small piece of paper out of my pocket, and it reads Locker 71, [] 1st floor [x] 2nd floor [] 3rd floor. 18-24-34. I walk to the right of the ‘’WELCOME ‘’ sign. On either sign, I notice two yellow pieces of wood. One is pointing to the right, reading in bubble letters, ‘’LOCKERS’’ and then one was pointing to the left, ‘’9TH-10TH GRADE CLASSES.’’ I go to the right first, and look for the locker 71. I wish that my locker was number one, because when I get to the turn in the hallway, I’m only on number 31, and these lockers aren’t top and bottom, either. Most of them are blank and clear, but a few have been painted or drawn on to add touch. I think I read something about this in the handbook that you’re allowed to create your locker to show off your ability’s of some sort. I finally reach my locker, a clear see through locker. I turn the dial; open it, just to get a feel of it. Inside there’s nothing, except for an extra copy of the handbook and the top shelf and pinned to the back of the locker is a calendar of the school year. It starts off on September 4th, today, and a small packet of sharpies lies next to the handbook, I guess to cross off the days as they go by? I feel very bad for the people who go to school on level three, because they have to come down here first.
When I’m walking pass the welcome sign, Jeremy and his buddies are walking through the door, all of them laughing, except for Jeremy. He just has on a serious face, just seems to be following them around. He looks at me, and I wink, but he makes no sign back. I hate what his friends turn him into sometimes. Jeremy’s brown hair falls lightly over his blue eyes as he watches me turn the corner. I fight back turning around, hugging him. I pass three doors, all looking exquisite. He’s lucky I love him, because if he was just some boy I laid my eyes on over the summer, I would have no interest in him at all. The first door I walk by is the History class, then I pass a room labeled Study Hall, then I see the door. It’s oak, but somebody wrote in swiggly letters at the top, ‘’ALGEBRA’’ and there were a bunch of stickers on the window, all having to do something with math. On the side of the wall, there was a moral of a man with green hair, pink eyes, and orange skin drawing an equation on a board. On the other side facing it, there was a class, all of them eagerly learning.
I open up the door, and see kids seated at desks. Most of the kids are talking, except for a few sitting near the window, drawing away, one girl is painting, another reading next to her, talking casually ever now and then. I take a seat in the last row, and look at everyone. This is not the whole class, obviously, because there are only about ten or fifteen kids in here, most of them girls. Without helping it, I begin to label them. The group of kids reading, drawing, painting, being artistic are probably the shy ones. To my left, four girls with all dyed black hair sit, talking. One is wearing a cute dinosaur t-shirt, another wearing a demon hello kitty, one wears a yo gabba gabba disco long sleeve shirt, and then the other one is wearing a green shirt with some weird drawings on it. They all have that haircut that clothes, and the way they laugh, act. I automatically think they’re outcasts. Then are two boys in the first row, both wearing Hollister t-shirts, some in different colors, designs. One has a football and he’s passing it back and forth with another boy, and they’re all loud. In front of me, are a bunch of girls. Most of them are blonde, but three are brunette, one has natural black hair. They are all wearing pink, or red, or purple. Bright colors. 4 shy ones, four outcasts, two jocks, and five girly girls. There has to be around twenty-five to thirty kids in this class, I’ll wait for more people. As I just let my eyes wander around the room, more kids flow into the room. By the time I look at the middle of the room, new people have arrived. 10 more kids, but five kids are now walking into the room, laughing. Good thing that this room is so big. Five new girls have joined the girly girls from before, but they look much [removed], or #####s. Two are wearing tube tops, with a cardigan, skinny jeans, and gray UGG’s. Both of them match both curly blonde hair. Twins… The other three girls have on long sleeve shirts, a sweat shirt. Social butterflies. A group of kids with glasses are in the middle row of the steel desks. They all wear sweater vests, and one has cute braces, and she has long hair. She’s the only girl, and she’s kind of pretty. Four of the boys who walked in go to the jocks, and then Jeremy comes in the back with me. He sits in the chair next to me.
‘’No teacher yet?’’ He asks me, putting his head down on the desk. I shake my head and start playing with his hair. We get into a conversation about how we should spend our weekend, and in the middle of it all the jocks and [removed], or girly girls, gather around in a circle. They rip out a big pile of paper from one of the jocks notebooks, the one with dyed blonde hair, you can tell because his eyebrows are a light black. They do something with the paper I can’t see, bursting out into laughter. I raise an eyebrow at Jeremy, and he shrugs. ‘’Did you find you locker fine?’’ I ask, trying to keep up our conversation, he just nods. ‘’So when you come over Saturday, should we go out to eat or do you just wa-‘’ but we’re interrupted by the door opening, and a tall, skinny man walking in. He has slicked back gray hair, and he’s wearing a suit. He calls attention, but then he’s mauled by a bunch of pieces of paper from in front of me… Oh my, how pleasant are these are?
Since Jeremy’s mother didn’t approve of us, we weren’t allowed to see each other. At all, so that meant she didn’t even KNOW I was going to this school. Sometimes just to see me, he tells his mom he’s going over Jerome’s house (which is a big lie, he hates Jerome because he thinks I’m somehow in love with him, but I love Jeremy as much as I love my parents) and then comes over my house. Jeremy’s mother is extremely overprotective of him… Which obviously means he had to force her to let him come to this school, but with one condition? She has to drop him off, and pick him up from school. Plus, if she sees me around him, I’d be death beaten. So I told myself I’d hide behind a tree or something until she drove away and then I’d surprise him. But I found myself stuck on the perfect railing, which had to be made out of granite, staring at the school… It’s so beautiful, I thought to myself. ‘’Kind of like you, except it isn’t as beautiful as you, Adelaide,’’ A voice calls from behind. Jeremy’s voice.
‘’Well well, if it isn’t Mister Mind reader,’’ I say, falling into his arms for a hug, ‘’I thought your mother would have killed me if she saw me?’’ A bunch of seniors, or that’s what they look like from their size, walk by us, and Jeremy pulls me in closer. ‘’She didn’t see you, and neither did I,’’ he said, puzzled, ‘’were you invisible?’’ I thought about that for a moment. I didn’t try to make myself, and if you didn’t realize it yet, I had invisibility as a power. ‘’I don’t think I did, but maybe I did without noticing? I don’t remember telling myself to go into invisible mode… or maybe air was hiding me.’’ I had a second talent, which was really rare. Both of my parents only had one, my mom had radioactive deadly venom that she could shoot out of her hands, and my dad could control what a person was doing. My second power was really extreme, and I have no idea where I got it from. I could bend all four elements, water, air, fire, and earth. Put the problem was I could only do it with my hands, not my whole body like some people could do. When I wanted to use earth, I had to think about the object I wanted to use really hard and then I could do whatever I wanted it using hand motions. And the biggest surprise yet? Jeremy was a wizard, and I was a vampire. Fabulous, right? It’s not like we were super humans, we were mythical with powers to the extreme.
"Who really even cares about if you were invisible or not?’’ He says to me, lifting up my chin, so I was looking in his eyes, ‘’I just really want to kiss you. I haven’t in like, a week? More than that? Just looking at you makes me want to take you home like a little puppy, but not in the way your thinking, love face,’’ he says, our faces an inch apart. I giggle and grab onto the back of his neck, and his lips are on mine in an instant, moving against mine in the softest way, and mine move back, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me up against his body as he tilts his head slightly to the side. When we’re kissing, I can’t just help but think, I love you, so much. It’s so sensational about how much I love him. Sometimes, most of the time, I love him more than I love my parents. We’re made for each other, and I just want to be with him till the end of time, where we’re accepted. I pull away an inch away from his face after what seems like the longest time, and smile, our foreheads touching. He sighs, seeming frustrated, but in his eyes I see joy.
"What’s wrong?’’ I whisper, frowning, and I feel like I did something wrong. ‘’How come you pulled away?’’ He asks me, pressing his body against mine, our lips within three centimeters away. ‘’I needed to breath, Jeremy,’’ I say, but I know he knows that’s a lie, because I don’t need to breathe, ‘’Fine, I just wanted to see your face, is there something wrong with that? Are you really mad at me? Please don’t be, love nub, you do know I love you right? I actually love you a lot, if you didn’t no-‘’ but he cuts me off with a kiss, and I totally forget what I was saying, and I can tell by the look on his face, a smug smile and his dimples just lighting up his face. He grabs my hand, and pulls me with him into the school, and inside its just simple one word. Beautiful. I know Jeremy is reading my mind, because he rolls his eyes and shakes his head no at me.
There were two sets of stair cases right in the back, probably about 100 feet away, and they spiraled upwards. The walls were a gorgeous glossy white, and the floor was granite that shined in the light. On the wall were all types of art work, and they were just absolutely beautiful glass works, oil pastel colorings, sketches, bodies that we’re probably made a while ago hung from the ceiling in different poses, wearing different clothes, and there were amazing paintings on the walls in black frames. Against the right wall, there was an oak desk with a big white book, and it read in big orange letters, SIGN IN SHEET. I was guessing you had to sign it if you were late, but there was no way I was late, with people buzzing around everywhere. On the right side of the table, there was a white and black telephone to match the theme of the building. To the left was a long white glossy hallway, probably leading towards the main office. ‘’Hi Adelaide!’’ A high pitched voice calls from behind me.
Of course, it’s Hazel, the only person I know with a high pitch voice and actually calls me Adelaide. Almost everyone else, except for Jeremy, calls me Addy. Or well the kids in my old school called me that. She’s next to me in a second after she calls my name, she probably just jumped. Hazel can’t go into a full…human form like most mythical people can. She has small black cat ears on the top/side of her head, sticking out of her curly black hair that reaches her shoulders. Plus, she has a tail, that she can beat people to death with… She has tanish skin, with a bunch of freckles underneath her eyes, which were sunshine yellow. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a gray undershirt, with a black v-neck shirt on top of it. She was wearing gray uggs, gross. I did love Hazel and all, but she was so…girly. Normal, other than the part of her being a cat, that flies, has a super tail, and you know, super reflexes. She was taller than me, about 5’7, five inches taller than my 5’2. ‘’Where’s Jerome?’’ I ask curiously, he’s never missed an entire day of school.
"He had to stay home, because he’s sick,’’ Hazel says, high pitched. She’s holding a green piece of paper, her schedule. I take the schedule from her hand, and she lets me. She folded it up a bunch of times, and while I’m unfolding it I realize that I’m basically right in front of the door, and run over to one of the shiny white walls, trying not to lean on it. I pull out my schedule and put them right next to each other, looking them over;
Moncrieff High Schedule
Hazel E. Calvino
July 15, 1994
Ninth grade
51 Cod Lane, Anchorage Alaska
(GETTING PICTURE OF HER SCHEDULE!)
Hazel E. Calvino
July 15, 1994
Ninth grade
51 Cod Lane, Anchorage Alaska
(GETTING PICTURE OF HER SCHEDULE!)
I pull out my schedule to see what we have in common.
Moncrieff High Schedule
Adelaide M. Zeith
December 5, 1994
Ninth grade
66 Break Neck Lane, Anchorage, Alaska.
(GETTING PICTURE OF HER SCHEDULE)
Adelaide M. Zeith
December 5, 1994
Ninth grade
66 Break Neck Lane, Anchorage, Alaska.
(GETTING PICTURE OF HER SCHEDULE)
Crap. I only had my last period, French or gym depending on the day, and theatre core with her. I’m so glad thought that Jeremy is in most of my classes except for my arts… Hazel pouts slightly when she sees my facial reaction, and takes her schedule back. She folds it about fifty times, and then puts it in her back pocket. She waves to us, walks away, stands next to the fountain, her shoes clicking. Then she realizes she needs her schedule, so she picks it out, and walks up the stairs. At the bottom of the schedule it says the room numbers, but it’s barely readable. I’ll just have to look for names on doors. A couple of boys, all wearing vans and skinny jeans-which seems so gay-walk into the school, all rowdy and yelling stuff at girls, obviously in their senior year here, that make them so mad. One girl, with blonde hair and big hoop earrings, must have a short temper, because when one boy yells, ‘’HEY ####!’’ at her, she spins her hands in their direction, and he’s in an ice cube, then she kicks it slightly, and it shatters in pieces. She holds out her hand and the entire pieces dance into her hand. Now that’s a power. The boys, who must be sophomores based on their looks, walk into our direction. I moan under my breath, Jeremy’s old ##### friends. I wave to Jeremy, and he winks at me, and then I’m off on my own.
A bunch of older girls walk past me, giggling, bumping into me, texting, paying no attention. I feel so different in this school, with really high ceilings, its expensive people, and expensive items. Most people stare at me like I’m some kind of freak, but truth is, they’re a freak too. That’s why they’re here, because they’re different from normal people. I go towards the stairs, and when I get up close, I realize how CLEAN they are, they’re just spotless. Afraid of messing them up, I run up the stairs… They travel on for a long time, it takes about a minute to reach the top, and wow, this upstairs is beautiful. Like downstairs, the walls are beautiful sparkling white, but as soon as you walk up the stairs, in beautiful stenciled writing reads the words, ‘’WELCOME’’ in soft oily colors, flowers popping out of the letters. All over the walls are splatters of every color. Blue, yellow, green, orange, purple, salmon, teal, turquoise, burgundy, red, night lock, black, brown, gray. They all have a layer of sparkles over them, and it makes them pop out. The classroom doors aren’t just plain brown either, they’re all a different color, with designs on them representing what class they are.
I pull out a small piece of paper out of my pocket, and it reads Locker 71, [] 1st floor [x] 2nd floor [] 3rd floor. 18-24-34. I walk to the right of the ‘’WELCOME ‘’ sign. On either sign, I notice two yellow pieces of wood. One is pointing to the right, reading in bubble letters, ‘’LOCKERS’’ and then one was pointing to the left, ‘’9TH-10TH GRADE CLASSES.’’ I go to the right first, and look for the locker 71. I wish that my locker was number one, because when I get to the turn in the hallway, I’m only on number 31, and these lockers aren’t top and bottom, either. Most of them are blank and clear, but a few have been painted or drawn on to add touch. I think I read something about this in the handbook that you’re allowed to create your locker to show off your ability’s of some sort. I finally reach my locker, a clear see through locker. I turn the dial; open it, just to get a feel of it. Inside there’s nothing, except for an extra copy of the handbook and the top shelf and pinned to the back of the locker is a calendar of the school year. It starts off on September 4th, today, and a small packet of sharpies lies next to the handbook, I guess to cross off the days as they go by? I feel very bad for the people who go to school on level three, because they have to come down here first.
When I’m walking pass the welcome sign, Jeremy and his buddies are walking through the door, all of them laughing, except for Jeremy. He just has on a serious face, just seems to be following them around. He looks at me, and I wink, but he makes no sign back. I hate what his friends turn him into sometimes. Jeremy’s brown hair falls lightly over his blue eyes as he watches me turn the corner. I fight back turning around, hugging him. I pass three doors, all looking exquisite. He’s lucky I love him, because if he was just some boy I laid my eyes on over the summer, I would have no interest in him at all. The first door I walk by is the History class, then I pass a room labeled Study Hall, then I see the door. It’s oak, but somebody wrote in swiggly letters at the top, ‘’ALGEBRA’’ and there were a bunch of stickers on the window, all having to do something with math. On the side of the wall, there was a moral of a man with green hair, pink eyes, and orange skin drawing an equation on a board. On the other side facing it, there was a class, all of them eagerly learning.
I open up the door, and see kids seated at desks. Most of the kids are talking, except for a few sitting near the window, drawing away, one girl is painting, another reading next to her, talking casually ever now and then. I take a seat in the last row, and look at everyone. This is not the whole class, obviously, because there are only about ten or fifteen kids in here, most of them girls. Without helping it, I begin to label them. The group of kids reading, drawing, painting, being artistic are probably the shy ones. To my left, four girls with all dyed black hair sit, talking. One is wearing a cute dinosaur t-shirt, another wearing a demon hello kitty, one wears a yo gabba gabba disco long sleeve shirt, and then the other one is wearing a green shirt with some weird drawings on it. They all have that haircut that clothes, and the way they laugh, act. I automatically think they’re outcasts. Then are two boys in the first row, both wearing Hollister t-shirts, some in different colors, designs. One has a football and he’s passing it back and forth with another boy, and they’re all loud. In front of me, are a bunch of girls. Most of them are blonde, but three are brunette, one has natural black hair. They are all wearing pink, or red, or purple. Bright colors. 4 shy ones, four outcasts, two jocks, and five girly girls. There has to be around twenty-five to thirty kids in this class, I’ll wait for more people. As I just let my eyes wander around the room, more kids flow into the room. By the time I look at the middle of the room, new people have arrived. 10 more kids, but five kids are now walking into the room, laughing. Good thing that this room is so big. Five new girls have joined the girly girls from before, but they look much [removed], or #####s. Two are wearing tube tops, with a cardigan, skinny jeans, and gray UGG’s. Both of them match both curly blonde hair. Twins… The other three girls have on long sleeve shirts, a sweat shirt. Social butterflies. A group of kids with glasses are in the middle row of the steel desks. They all wear sweater vests, and one has cute braces, and she has long hair. She’s the only girl, and she’s kind of pretty. Four of the boys who walked in go to the jocks, and then Jeremy comes in the back with me. He sits in the chair next to me.
‘’No teacher yet?’’ He asks me, putting his head down on the desk. I shake my head and start playing with his hair. We get into a conversation about how we should spend our weekend, and in the middle of it all the jocks and [removed], or girly girls, gather around in a circle. They rip out a big pile of paper from one of the jocks notebooks, the one with dyed blonde hair, you can tell because his eyebrows are a light black. They do something with the paper I can’t see, bursting out into laughter. I raise an eyebrow at Jeremy, and he shrugs. ‘’Did you find you locker fine?’’ I ask, trying to keep up our conversation, he just nods. ‘’So when you come over Saturday, should we go out to eat or do you just wa-‘’ but we’re interrupted by the door opening, and a tall, skinny man walking in. He has slicked back gray hair, and he’s wearing a suit. He calls attention, but then he’s mauled by a bunch of pieces of paper from in front of me… Oh my, how pleasant are these are?
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