OOOHOHOHOOO! I couldn't resist! new story! I was just daydreaming, and I wanted to do it. It's based on brick and his high school daze! Its pretty much this big lump of a bunch of stories i've read here. Please enjoie!
Brick put his hat in front of his eyes as he rode in the back seat of his parents car. He tried to ignore his mother talking in the front passenger seat.
"...And I'm sure you'll make twice as amny friends as you did in your old school..." He managed to not drown out. 'Drake.' He thought as he thought back to his old school. That was his best friend. He probably wouldn't have many friends as he did in the old school if it wasn't for him. How is he suppose to make twice as many? 'Mandy.' He thought as he looked down at a card with her new phone number on it and a kiss mark, made with lip gloss. As soon as she heard he was moving, she broke up with him, she didn't believe in long distance relationships, but she believed in long distance friendships. She thought it would be cool to have a long distance friend, made her felt like a movie star or something.
He looked outside the window and saw his new school pass by. He made a face at it of unpleasentness(3 leave me aloone!) and sank back in his seat. He looked at his phone and saw it was 5:00 a.m. They left early, so that he could still go to school. they weren't about to let a move ruin his no tardy or absences. He felt tired.
"Mom, where's my ipod?" He asked finding it harder to drown her out.
"Oh, it's in the back honey, but dont put it on, I'm talking to you." She said. Brick reached intot the back and got it out.
"Yup, sure..." He said putting it on and turning it on. Then putting it on a volume, Where he couldn't hear her, and she couldn't hear him. By 5:46 am, they made it to their house.
"Now sweetie, go upstairs, pick a room you like that isn't the master bedroom, change your clothes for school, and get going." His mother said.
"But don't you want me to help with the furniture?" He asked.
"Nope, school! Me and your father gots it!" She said, pulling up her sleeve. She went outside with his dad. He went upstairs and picked the second biggest room. He put on a white shirt and put a red baggy hoodie over it. He picked up his favorite hat, stuck it on the right way then turned it to the back making a slight sway in his hair from the movement. He got his baggy jeans (NO, brick doesn't have SKINNY JEAN SYNDROME!) and put it on and then put on his red Nike's. He went downstairs after slinging his bookbag on his shoulder. As he exited the house, he saw that his dad was holding his back with his side of the couch on the floor. He chuckled a bit.
"Mom, at least let me help you bring this in." Brick said walking over to them. His mom looked at her husband before saying "Fine..." He helped her bring in the couch ,the TV, and the other couch before she finally made him head for school.
He was walking for school since he way done did miss the bus when a group of kids piled in a dark green convertable drive by. He watched them and when they turned to the street heading for school he couldn't help but think, "Why is a person driving to school that isn't a teacher?" But he shrugged it off, thinking it was only a rebel.
Finally he got to school, and went to the front where a girl was, she had brown hair, had a few wrinkles and glasses sitting at the tip of her nose. beside the wrinkles, she looked 24.
"Um, excuse me...but I'm new here and I'd like a scheduale." Brick said politely.
She looked up at him, and got a small smile on her face.
"Why, I've never seen a cuter boy come to this school." She said raising her fingers to her chin. Brick felt ackward immediantly, and just wanted to leave.
"Um, can I get my scheduale now?..." He asked putting his hands in his pockets nervously. She gave a small giggle.
"of course." she said in a small voice. She typed on the computer and said, "Name?"
"Uh...Brick...Brick Jojo." He said. She batted her eyelashes as she typed again. "ok." She said clicking the mouse on the computer. Then the printer came to life, making a bunch of beeping noises as a piece of paper slowly came out. She grabbed it and was about to hand it to brick but she snatched it back to her body.
"Wiat, I gotta sign it, so the teachers know its official." she said grabbing a near by pen.
"Ok." That made sense to brick. When she gave it to brick, brick left asap. Then he looked down at the scheduale, only to see a note there:
Call me, big boy
213-556-2341
-Angel
"Ugh..." He sighed. He would have to show it to teachers to let them know that is his right class, and not some student skipping his normal classes. He got to his first class, there was a fat, fat man, 'surprised he's standing up' fat man with a big bushy walrus gray mustashe on his lip but NO, no hair on his head. He had a white button up top with a brown tie, and brown cargo pants.
"Whooo are you?" He said in a gruff voice.
"Uh, uh, Brick." He stuttered.
"Hmmmmmmm, scheduale?" He asked going up to his computer behind his desk.
"Uh..." he mummbled looking down at his schedulae. "i have it, but you are Mr. Santos, right?" Brick asked.
"Yes! Now give me your scheduale." He said.
"B-b-but, I have you first period so it's fine." Brick tried to reason.
"I said GIVE IT TO ME! Before I give you detention!" He roared. Brick walked silently over there, his head down, as the class snickered and whispered and the teacher waiting impatiently. He got in front of him when he stuck out his hand.
"But-"
"NOW!" He yelled. Brick gave it to him after flicning. and he thought his yelling was loud at the door. The teacher opened the folded scheduale and gasped.
"Angel?" He whispered with sorrow. Then he looked up and glared at Brick.
"SIT DOWN! In that RUN DOWN SEAT over THERE!" He barked, pointing over to a old chair that looked like it waould fall apart if someone breathed to close to it. It was in a corner with a bunch of writting on wall and gum everywhere and it looked HIDEOUS!
Bricked walked twards the seat, and while he was walking, some smart guy sticked his foot out making brick stumble and fall onto the chair, putting his hand on something sorta wet and sticky trying to catch himself. He looked at his hand to see a big wad of chewed bubblegum sticking on three of his fingers. He could've sworn his face was green with disgust. The class blurted out laughing at him.
"Everyone, talk quietly while I take a phone call!" Mr. Santos said at the front of the room.
"I think i'm gonna be sick..." Brick mummbled to himself, feeling if he continued talking he'll throw up right there and then. He had nothing to wipe it on. " I'm never eating gum again." He mummbled to himself again. He opened his book bag with one hand, making sure the gum wasn't drying to fast, and took out a peice of paper. He scraped off the gum from his fingers, totally digusted as the gum streched from finger to paper.
The Class was still giggling and whispering and sometimes pointing to him when he was done. He sank down in his seat and scanned the room. It was your basic school groups you find at school:
The cool kids
The Jocks (two different groups)
The cheerleaders
The goth kids and
The nerds.
But there was this one kid who was by the window by himself. He had Blond hair that the sun bounced off making it look golden, Deep blue eyes, and flawless skin. He thought he would have been in the cool kids group or something. He probably didn't see or really hear the action that went on with the gum. But whatever. Then suddenly, the teacher slammed the phone down so hard the whole class fell silent.
"EVERYONE! AT THE END OF CLASS, I WANT 200 WORDS OF NOTES ABOUT THE LESSON! NO! 500!" He strided to the projector and started a powerpoint on the history of anceint greek. Brick was already taught this lesson in each grade he's been in, in his last school. So he started Doodling. He was drawing the teacher with a bunch of exxaserated features. He labeled the paper BIG FAT WALRUS TEACHER! At the somewhat end of class he was collecting notes.
"Oh, damn." He mummbled. He crumbled up the paper.
"BRICK! What was that?" He asked as he reached his desk.
"N-nothing." He said.
"Yes, it was give it to me."
"I'm good."
"GIVE IT!" He said trying to snatch it from Brick's hand.
"NO!" Brick protested putting his hand on the other side the teacher wasn't reaching for. They kept playing catch me while the teacher mummbled things like "Give!..." And "If you dont..." Finally, when the teacher stumbled to one side trying to catch the paper, Brick shot it from his seat as it landed in the garbage, hiding itself in various other crumble papers. As it landed in the garbage, the bell rang, and he up and left so fast, it left a gust of wind.
"Whoo." He sighed.
"Wow." Someone said patting him on his back.
Brick turned around to a boy with perfectly tanned skin, Black mused hair, and green intense eyes. "That was some shot you made. Have you considered basketball?" He asked.
"Uh... no." Brick said.
"Aw, well, you should. were you in any sports in your old school?"
"No..." He said again.
"Oh, well that's a shame. Hey, how about sitting with me and my friends at lunch?" He asked.
"Uh sure!" Brick said.
"Awesome! Oh and sorry 'bout trippn' you in there. No hard feeling right? Great." He said as he patted him on the back and left.
"What?" Brick asked confused.
YAY! Hoped ya like it. I worked really hard on it! I even skipped my next chap for The Lord of theift, for this, and for those reading this and haven't read the other story yet, you should read it, its really cool. and anyways...PLZ REVIEW!
