School is back in for the semester. Such a shame, a great summer gone so fast. Mackenna Kent, Joyce Jones, Kyla Jansen, Ashlynn and I were walking to our homeroom classes siked to see our new homeroom teachers. Seventh grader. Greg Heffley was right, it does sound better than sixth grader.
"I can't believe summer's over already." Mackenna said.
"How was your summer Kyla?" Ashlynn asked.
"Are you kidding me? Mom never lets me leave the house! My summer was crapy." Kyla replied.
"Well at least you'll get to spend 8 hours away from her." Ashlynn said. "Here's my homie got to go see you at lunch." She went into room 111 our math teacher Mrs. Berrier's class.
"I can't wait to see Mr. Steele. I have so much to tell him! Like h-" We stopped in the middle of our tracks when we saw someone who was clearly not Mr. Steele, toying with steel claws. I looked at all the other students. They had wide eyes and were sitting up straight. I looked back to the man sitting at Mr. Steele's desk. He had his feet propped on the top of the desk. "What the." I whispered.
"Hello girls." He looked up at us and nodded towards the empty seats. "Take your seats."
"Yes sir." Kyla said. We all sat down in the first row.
"Took you girls a while to sit down. It only took everyone else 5 seconds. What took you 4 so long, huh?" He asked. His voice was dark and scratchy.
"Well, It's not everyday we come into school to find a man with knives in between his knuckles sitting at our teacher's desk." I answered.
He came over to my desk and leaned on it. "Well it's not everyday I come into a class and have to wait 20 seconds before an immature girl and her little friends sit down in their seats." I glared at him.
"What do we call you anyways? Mr. Wolverine? Mr. Logan? Or how about Mr. Showoff?" I asked smartly.
"Just call me Logan. And what do I call you? Miss. Annoying?"
"Brooklynn, Brooklynn McQue."
Just then the bell rang. "Saved by the bell. Lucky you." Logan said.
I ran down the hallway to Mrs. Mattern's first period geometry.