"Yes you do because an education is very important, Craig." My dad said.
"But kids at my new school won't like me...they all be hatein' on me because I'm so hot." I said sarcasticaly.
"Come on craig stop fooling around you will miss the bus. Besides the school kids here in La Push are really nice and almost your age." My mom added.
Sure, I thought I heard they were all freaks and always stuck together in one group.
It turns out I had to run to the bus to get there on time. Great. I thought i would have to sit in the front, where legend has it, a kid died in that seat from a fight.
As soon as I got on the bus, the bus driver gave me a dirty look. Then I saw something in her eye. It almost looked like a spark flicker. When she smiled it looked as though she had fangs. I shuddered as I saw a sudden vision of her chaseing me in a wolf type form. With that thought glued in my mind I sccurried to my seat.
The bus drive there was full of dirty looks and sneers. I tried to block out the image of the bus driver, but it took time to disappear like a lingering fog. I felt frozen in my thoughts. So distracted from my thoughts I almost didn't here the bus driver yell from the front of the bus.
As soon as I came into focus I realized everyone was yelling at me to get off. Turns out we had already stopped at school for ten minutes. I walked as quick as I could off of the bus, hanging my head low with shame.
The school was gigantic, with hallways deeper than the eye can see. I always had the feeling that someone was watching. I peered over my shoulder and saw a dark figure on all fours jump from a bush. Startled I ran into the building.
Seventh grade puts on alot of stress. But afterall I can take it 'cause I'm a Stryker.
Walking down the halls were akward. Ecspecialy when I felt that eyes were peering out of every corner. But the most akward about school was the boys locker room. It seemed that each and every guy had chest hair and muscles, even though we were in the seventh grade. I felt like the odd man out. So I guess I wont be trying out for football this year.
I'm usually pretty good at math, but during math class they began talking about stuff I had never even heard of. And it seemed everyone always had the answer, but me. I couldn't wait 'til seventh period gym. Hopefully I'll fit in there.
The coach divided us into two teams of four for a game of football. People on my team were a guy named Jacob; a real tall muscular indian looking guy who was sophmore, Jared; a short guy with shaggy hair, and a kid named Quil; also kind of short. One quater back which was Quil, a linebacker whom was Jared, and the two recivers Jacob and I. At first it seemed that the other team had an advantage. They were all bigger, stronger, and taller. But as soon as Quil said hike Jacob took off as fast as lightening, leaving me in the dust.
It looked like Quil took no effort when he threw the ball, yet he made it sore threw the air like an eagle. Jacob slowed down to a walk and caught the ball with one hand. On the next hike quil threw the ball to me. I barely had time to think before the ball crashed into my rib cage. Although I had gotten a touchdown, the ball took me off my feet, throwing me back fifteen yards. Getting up grudgingly Jacob, Quil, and Jared sprinted over to me to give me a pat on the back.