Disclaimer: I do not own the American Dragon Jake Long,
It was the first day of school, and in a completely new school at that. My family had just moved to New York City a little over a week ago. My sister and brother were than thrilled to be starting a new school; I was a nervous wreck.
My parents dropped me and my sister off in front of the high school. Huge and crowded could sum it up. Ginny squealed as she looked around at the place. We had gone to a small school, with no more than two hundred students total, and wore uniforms. To Ginny, this place was a dream come true.
She ran her fingers through her silky blonde and blue streaked hair. "This is so amazing; I think I might have a heart attack"
"Like the one mom had when she saw your hair streaked" I said.
"My hair is awesome" Ginny told me. We headed into the school building. Jenny pulled our schedules out and gave me mine.
I glanced at mine. I had Homeroom, Mrs. Gildes, then Spanish II, Miss Rowe for first period, Biology, Mr. Carter for second period and so and so on till seventh period, Mythology, Mr. Rotwood.
"I checked it" I heard Ginny say "Freshman don't have the same lunch as sophomores. This sucks! We can't even have lunch together"
"We better hurry and get to our lockers. See you after school then" I told Ginny as she turned to find a staircase. I shoved my schedule into my backpack before heading off to find my locker.
It felt like being a sardine in the place. Every step involved bumping into some kid who wasn't paying attention to where they were going.
I kept trying to get a glance at the locker numbers as I moved passed them. 257 was mine! I speed walked, as best as I could to get my locker. I reached the end of a hall with the locker number reading 254; I sighed, because all I had to do was round the corner and my locker would be right there.
I did round the corner almost running into a group of people. They were in a circle, easily entertained by the two loud boys who were bragging/arguing in the middle. It wasn't hard to follow their conversation; it mainly consisted of four words "Brad, Jake, Wimp, and Geek" repeated over and over and over.
Unfortunately for me, this episode and its audience were blocking my locker. I tried to squeeze passed them, muttering apologies every second. Some still wouldn't budge. I managed to become one of the edges of the circle when I finally reached my locker.
I put in my locker combination.
"OhMyGosh, what are you wearing on your hands!" A girl beside me cried. I glanced at her from the corner of eyes. She was what most people would call perfection. Her skin was flawless and her platinum hair was up in a high ponytail. She was taller than me, but not by much. Like the brunettes who stood close beside her, she too was wearing a very a cheerleader uniform.
"Fingerless Gloves" I told her. I wore almost every day, only Ginny knew I had a collection stashed in my closet. The gloves were stylish, kind of cool, and kept me from having to explain something embarrassing.
"News Flash" The girl told me " Those went out a style, last month"
"I don't know, Stacy" One of her friends said. "Her styles kind of cute, she's got something like a Taylor Swift Meets Avril Lavigne thing kind of"
Stacy rolled her eyes. "Shut up! Casey" She mumbled. "Come on, Casey, Lacy, Tracy, Let's go" With that the five girls walked away. I was left with a headache. All of their names rhymed, It would be amazing if anyone could go a day without mixing them up.
I shoved everything I didn't need for the day into my locker. The bell rang loud in my ears, and I slammed my locker. The two boys were still whining or arguing, whatever they were calling it.
I took one look at their fight to see what the whole fuss was about. The taller one, obvious football player by his height and sports jacket was taunting the other guy. The other guy, not that shorter than the jock, had spiked dark hair that was smothered in hair gel.
Other students began to scramble in the hall to get to their class. I looked back at the two boys once more before heading off to class. The jock smirked as if he had won some great battle. The other one glanced my way for a second. His mouth dropped slightly then he turned around to face his friends.
I shook my head and continued on through the hallway. This school was a labyrinth. I wished I was smart enough to grab map like Ginny did or at least said yes when my parents offered to take us on a tour of the school.
I thought about tapping on someone's shoulder and asking them where Mrs. Gildes room was. Of course, they would reply that her classroom hadn't changed since last year, being on the second floor, third room on the left.
My stomach clenched a bit as I headed for the staircase. It was happening again. I brushed the thought out of my head and hurried to her class. Sitting her desk, Mrs. Gildes was rearranging the papers on her desk.
She looked up from her desk and smiled at me. "Hi, Mrs. Gildes. How's Lora's leg?" I asked. My stomach clenched again. I didn't even know our teacher had a daughter named Lora. I didn't even know she broke her leg on the hurdles during track season. My head started pounding.
"Just Fine" She said. Others came into the room, while I stood up front like an idiot.
"I'll go sit down now" I mumbled. I grabbed the first seat I could spot and sat down.
"Alexa Zayne" The girl beside me said as she sat down. "New here?" She asked. I nodded my head.
Mrs. Gilds stood up from her desk and handed out green index cards. "Welcome to your Sophomore year here at Millard Fillmore High. Now, I do this each and every year as a great way for you to expand out of your little cliques and get to know people and broaden your horizons"
She held up a green index card. "Here's how it works, you write three or five interesting facts about yourself. Don't write your name anywhere on the index card, just remember your number. Now after you do so you turn your index card in, by the end of the day each of you will be handed another green card, Same number but from a different person. Your job will be to find out whose card it is. This counts as a grade for my English class, so don't think you can get away with not doing it"
I opened up my backpack and grabbed a pen. Alexa had already managed to finish her index card and turned it in. The rest of the class seemed well ahead of me as well.
I stared at my index card there was only one thing interesting about me, but I couldn't write that down. I tapped my pen against the desk trying to think of something.
Most of the class had already turned their index cards in. I guess they all lived pretty exciting lives; unlike me, whose life could be the description of boring. I picked up the pen and wrote down four things that I guess could be considered interesting. When I was done I checked the number of the card, 29, and then handed it in to .