WALK IDIOT, WALK
.CHAPTER.one.
Room C107…what kind of a room number is that? Summer school…this is going to have a major dent in my summer. The seventeen-year-old got into a room labeled 'C107'. She looked for an empty seat. There was one in the back. Wow. I guess a lot of people failed math. Everyone here at summer school, failed a course, and came back to get a credit.
She took the seat. The teacher wasn't here yet, as the class didn't start. It was only five minutes to nine. At least she was early. She seemed uncomfortable. I feel nerdy. I'm the only one with glasses here. She looked around. Everyone was either talking, sleeping – or pretending to get some sleep for the next five minutes, or as lost as she was.
"Yo, you don't look like you failed math, girl." Another girl was sitting in front of her. She had turned around to talk to her. "I'm Miriam."
"Uh, I'm Evian." She said. "I just missed my exam, because we moved, so I have to take this class to get my math credit." She explained.
"Really? So you're not bad in math, right?"
"I don't know. If you call nineties good, then yeah, I'm good at math." She pushed up her emo glasses. It was the kind that everyone wore even if they didn't need glasses. But she really needed her glasses. She probably wouldn't be able to see the floor without them.
"That's great! Listen, the teacher we have, is really fucked. He's fat and bald, and he smells like ass." The blue haired girl said. "When we have a test or something, just whisper the answers to me or something. I really need to pass this course."
"Um, sure." Evian said. Am I supposed to say no? I can't do that. Maybe it's not right to cheat, but I can't say no to people I don't know. Wait, I mean. I don't know what I mean…whatever.
"This is Carver, and that's Peter." She said, pointing to the two other guys that were sitting around near her.
"Hi." She said. The good thing is, I always manage to make friends on the first day of anything. She grinned. "You guys all failed math?"
"He wouldn't have failed." Peter pointed at Carver. "He just skips too much."
"Oh." She said.
"This is a fucking waste of my summer. You know, I quit my part time job for this shit?" Miriam made a face. "So why'd you move down here anyway? Your dad got a new job or something? Where'd you come from anyway?"
"Uh, my mom just got remarried, and they decided to move here in Toronto." She shrugged. "We came here all the way from Newfoundland."
"Your parents are divorced? Really?" Carver grinned. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair, and chestnut brown eyes. "Mine got separated when I was five. It was funny, really. They threw plates at each other. I heard he lives in England now or something."
"Oh." She said. She didn't know how to react to anything.
"My mom almost got married to this guy, and that guy had this son, and he was twelve years older than me, and it was totally gross." Carver added. "I also think he was gay. Not that there's anything wrong with gay guys, but I think he was crushing on me."
"Yeah, and he put a cockroach in the guy's food, and he left her mom, because he didn't want his step son to be a menace like the rest." Peter said.
"Besides, I like being an only child." Carver grinned. "Advantage number one: I get more things."
"You're so lucky." Evian said. She pulled out a notebook just to get ready for the class. The five minutes were almost over. "I got stuck with Ozuma. He's my step brother."
"How old is he?" Miriam asked.
"Nineteen. I don't like him. He doesn't like me. That's the relationship." She rolled her eyes. "We're too different, but the only thing we agreed to was disagreeing to the marriage."
"Girl, you make no sense. I like you. I like you a lot." Miriam said. "Hey, you wanna grab lunch with us after math?"
"After math?"
"The class is three hours long. We get a fifteen minute recess, but, it's not as good as elementary school recess." Peter said. "Class ends at twelve everyday. Today's the first day of summer school, so we'll probably get an early leave or something."
"Oh. But I'll need to go back to my place and get some money, because I don't even have a dime on me."
"Zero problemo, my friend. I've got fifty bucks on me. Borrowed it from Joe."
"Who's Joe?" Evian asked.
"That's her older brother."
"You don't like him?" Evian asked.
"I do."
"But you stole money from him."
"Puh-leeze!" She said. "He always borrows from me. It's a brother-sister thing. Trust me."
"Um, okay." She said. She watched as the teacher walked into the class. Miriam's description was absolutely perfect. Three hours of math would kill.
"On the paper I got, it says his name's Mr. Penelope." Peter whispered. "Gets you wondering…don't it?"
"And also, you could hear his snot whistling when he inhales." Carver said.
"Ew." Evian made a face.
"If he asks you to answer a question, sock him." Miriam said. Evian chuckled a bit. Even though Miriam wasn't smart, or had the best vocabulary, her personality was very…bright. Carver was funny, and Peter knew a lot.
Of course, the first day of any class went by like the speed of light.
"That went by fast." Evian grinned.
"Girl, are you retarded in the head? That was the longest three hours of my life!" Miriam complained. "I'm so hungry."
"Hey, since you're the new kid, we can probably show you around after lunch." Carver said. "And if you want, you can bring Orlando with you or something. That's his name, right?"
"Ozuma." Evian corrected.
"Don't worry. Moron's get everything wrong." Miriam said. They walked a few blocks to a crowded Wendy's. Miriam paid for herself, and for Evian – who was really thankful, Carver and Peter apparently didn't have their money, and Miriam had to pay for them again. "Evian."
"Yeah?" She asked, sipping her fruit drink and looking up at Miriam.
"There are some rules, you know."
"Rules?"
"They aren't rules exactly, it's just…"
"A warning?" Peter said.
"Exactly." Miriam said. "You're new in the area. You should know about everything, so you don't get caught in the wrong spider's web." She said.
Don't you think this is going a little too fast? It's not right to trust people so fast. Right? Evian thought. But hey, this is awesome. They act like they know me.
"See those guys down there?" She pointed.
"They look like Barbie dolls." Evian made a face.
"They're like, the biggest bitches in town. I swear." Miriam made a face. "Back in fifth grade, Bailey used to be my best friend. In junior high school, she spread a rumor about me. I swear, it totally ruined my life."
"What kind of a rumor?" She asked.
"She told everyone I was a lesbian." She said. "And everyone believed her, and everyone was like all…blah around me."
"Oh."
"Back in ninth grade, she used to date Peter." Miriam chuckled.
"Really?" Nothing surprised her of course. She didn't know anyone.
"Hey! That was only in grade nine." Peter grinned. Evian looked behind her. A few tables back, three girls were seated. "The blonde one's Bailey Ritter. The one sitting beside her is Mariah Walsh, and the brunette's Hilary Bynes."
"Hanging with them, is like suicide." Miriam said. "Trust me, I've lived here for all my life." She rethought. "Almost all my life. I moved here from Italy when I was five."
"Wow! You're from Italy? Amazing!" Evian said. "I've been there…once."
"Yeah, it's a great place." Miriam said. "Anyway, the bi-atches aren't the only people you should know about. There's tons." She continued. "But they aren't as bad as everyone. I mean, jeez. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"You know, the new kid can't just cram all the information in her head." Another girl came by. "Give her some time."
"I thought you had work?" Peter asked the new arrival.
"I did. But…there's some bad news. Apparently, someone was complaining that their ice cream sundae didn't have that extra banana they ordered, and the manager fired me." She sighed. She looked like she was from India or the Middle East. She had silky black hair tied in a ponytail, and chestnut brown eyes. She wasn't too dark, but she was pretty. "So who's the new kid?"
"Her name's Evian. She's from Newfoundland." Carver said. "And Evian, this is Sonia. She totally helped me pass tenth grade history."
"Yo man." Sonia greeted. "Newfoundland eh? That place has a lot of fish."
"Um, yeah." Suddenly, even though she didn't want to, she asked away to feed her curiosity. "Are you from India?"
"Kinda." Sonia answered. "My dad's from India, and my mom's from Egypt." She shrugged.
"That's such a cool background!" She exclaimed.
"I guess." She made a face. "I was born in Venezuela."
"Amazing." Evian said.
"You seem very interested in culture." Sonia said.
"My dad used to be an FBI, so we moved around a lot. I've been to a few places." She said. "When I was twelve, my parents got separated, and two years later, my mom met Duane Ashmoore. He's my step dad now. They just got married a few months ago."
"Tough." Sonia said. "Hey look guys, I gotta get home. My mom's gonna bring down the house if I don't get back soon. Bye Evian." She waved, and ran out of the restaurant.
"So I take it you like it here?" Carver asked.
"I love it here!" She grinned. She didn't want to be too greedy, but she couldn't resist. "Can you guys show me around tomorrow too? Please?"
"My schedule goes a little like this: Wake up, summer school, go home, be bored. Let's see. Yeah, I can squeeze ya in on my list after summer school." Miriam said.
"Thanks!" She said.
"We'll take the whole day. We'll show you everything." Peter grinned.
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This chapter was based around the "new kid" and Miriam mostly. Carver and Peter seemed to be side characters. Kai's going to be introduced in the next chapter, as well as other characters. Probably a little more towards Ozuma and how he feels about Evian, and his step mother, and his new life. Be honest with your reviews. Tell me if I need to change anything. R and R! Thanx!