It's the first day of school. Am I ever going to get used to saying that? I've been saying it to myself ever since Jeb told us we were where going back (10 days ago) but finally it's true. We were waiting on Nudge who just HAD to take 30 minutes to pick an outfit. Actually it wasn't the FIRST day. It was already mid-April, but it was for us. "Nudge! Hurry up!!" Iggy called. "Shut up! I'm close to finding the perfect outfit to make an unforgettable entrance!" She replied. Trust Nudge to be the one to stand out. "Nudge! If you don't get down here in 5 seconds we'll leave without you! Then you'll have to walk and get all sweaty and ruin your 'perfect outfit'!" I yelled. "Ugh! Fine Fang!" She appeared at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips. She was wearing a tank top with Winnie the Poo, a pair of faded jeans tucked into Uggs and a bright green headband. "Now I don't have the perfect outfit, I have a tolerable one, and that's hardly going to make a mentionable entrance let alone an unforgettable one!"
She exclaimed, but we weren't listening to her anymore. We were already on our way towards my red Jeep Wrangler. As I slid into the drivers' seat I heard Total whine about the cruelties of the world when a girl can't bring her best friend to school with her. "Not when her best friend is a dog, Total." I heard Gazzy tell him. I still regret letting Angel have a dog. We drove off and soon we were at the Elementary School to drop off Angel and Gazzy off. I made Gazzy promise not to blow anything up on the first day. We went to the high school and we were still late even though I drove fairly fast. Iggy, Nudge, and I stopped by the office for directions. The secretary was very nice to us and pointed us in the direction of out homerooms. I went to room 614 and knocked on the door.
Mr. Burwell opened it and ushered me in. He made me stand at the front of the class while he introduced me as Nick. I scanned the room. It was fairly small, but not small enough to make my claustrophobia kick in. They were various posters about science and math on the walls. I then examined the kids. There was one girl in particular who caught my eye. She had light brown hair with one bright red streak in the front. She didn't wear much make-up and she didn't need to. Her dark brown eyes were vaguely familiar but I couldn't remember where I've seen them. She seemed to sense that I was staring at her because she turned to look at me. Her eyes went wide and she silently gasped. I was pointed to where I would sit and made my way towards it. I risked a glance at her but she had taken refuge behind her hair.
The start of the lesson prevented me from pondering what would have made her react like that.