"Hey, Cassy." I called as I walked up to the bus stop, early as usual. The sun had yet to break the horizon and there was a light fog settled down on our town. We, Cassy and I, were always the first ones at the bus stop, if not her older sister, Alisha. Cassy and Alisha were always bickering about anything and everything. From what side of their room is who's to eating the last cheese stick at dinner. But, despite their quarrels, they were actually really close; always there for each other, always helping each other with homework..
It's a pretty healthy relationship.
Cassy swept her chocolate-brown eyes around to look in my blue-green ones. Her eyes had a look of worry about them. "Hey, Jade. Your here earlier than usual.. Rough night?" Heh. She knows me so well. I nodded, sighing while doing so.
"Yeah, I don't know why though.. Guess there's just something nagging at me." I tossed my backpack on the curb, leaning against the stop sign pole.
"Guess so. Hey, did you see that prank yesterday?" She put on a healthy grin. I snickered, remembering what happened yesterday.
"Oh yeah. I can't believe he put all that nacho cheese in the vending machine!" Cassy started laughing along.
"How on earth did he even get all of it in there?" Of course, the person we were referring to, was in our little 'Organization', so to speak. His name is Dalton. Best friend since my first discovery of Animal Crackers; which, is quite a long time.
Just as we were on the verge of hysterical laughter, I caught a glimpse of Cameron, running down the street toward us. I elbowed Cassy in the ribs and she let out a winded breath, glaring at me slightly.
Then, she saw Cameron coming at us, and raised a brow. Cameron isn't exactly the type to run, unless either he's completely terrified of something, or.. well, that's mostly it.
He stopped in front of us, bending over slightly while trying to catch his breath.
"Er- Teddy?" We call him that for a very specific reason. He gives the best darn hugs the world's got ta' offer. I poked his forehead. "You okay?"
He stood up straight, laughing nervously. "Oh, yeah! Just, my mum sort of exploded when she realized I stayed up, playing video games.." Cassy and I rolled our eyes at him. How predictable.
"How could I not have guessed? Though, I can see why you'd sprint away as quick as possible.."
Cassy finished for me. "Yeah, it's not exactly best to stick around when there's an angry mother present. Especially yours." Oh, how right we were.
Cameron ran a hand through his hair. "True, true." We all knew how she got. She could give Chuck Norris one of her glares and he'd shrivel up and die.
A few moments of silence passed and I grabbed Cameron's hand.
He looked at me, dumbfounded. "What're ya' doing?" I glanced up at him. "Oh, shut up. I'm just looking at the time." It read six fifty-nine and thirty-two seconds. He tugged his hand away.
"Well, you could'a just asked." I shrugged. "Eh, I like my way better." Any minute now and about five more people would come running over here.
As if on cue, Matt, Kenzie, Bruce, Ashley, Austin and Michelle, along with her little brother, came out of their houses.
I glared at the poser coming down the street. "Ooo, I hate her!" Whispering harshly, I emphasized the word 'hate' very intensely. Cassy and Cameron scoffed, realizing who I was talking about.
"We know." They didn't like her either. We were, of course, talking about Michelle. Not only was she a dreaded 'poser', but she treated her sweet little brother like poo. How she managed to deflect his puppy dog eyes, we may never know.
A few minutes later, everyone was at the bus stop, chatting among themselves, trying to pass some time while waiting for our ride to our eight hour prison. No one was really listening to anyone. They were just letting off some morning stress; babbling on about God knows what.
Suddenly, Marylin called to us, from her sparsely populated bus stop, "The bus is here!!" We all waved our thanks and grabbed our school gear.
The bus stopped in front of us, a little too close for comfort, and with a jolt at that.
'Must be a sub driver..' I sighed and stepped onto the bus, immediately spotting the seat that I always sit in. I walked over and dump my backpack on the seat and plopped down, putting my feet up on the seat in front of me. The kids complained, but the sub didn't care, so I leaned back and dosed off, while thinking about what I was so worried about last night. Unfortunately, my little nap didn't last long, I was woken up by my friend Hannah hitting me in the face with her purse.
"Move over.." She slurred when she talked, signaling she was very tired, like me. I pushed my bag on the floor and scooted over, leaning on the window; all the while having my feet still propped up on the seat. I accidentally kicked one of the kids in the side of their face, receiving a growl. I just punched the back of his seat, as if to say 'Shut up, and turn around'. The boy turned back around angrily as Hannah sat down heavily, resting her head on my shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly.
About seven minutes later, Hannah and I woke up when the bus jolt to a stop, yet again. I glanced out the window to see we were at the school. I went to get up, but me and my friend weren't really in a position to do so. I gave a tired sigh.
"Crap.." We wiggled around, much to everyone's amusement, and fell out of the seat with an audible 'thud'.
We groaned, grabbing our bags and became wide awake almost immediately when the cool October air hit us head on.
"Dear God!" I forgot my jacket.. and I was wearing a black spaghetti-strap top under a black anorak.
Not to mention dark wash capris. I started to shiver uncontrollably, and looped arms with Hannah in attempt to gain warmth. She seemed immune to the cold, what with her huge furry overcoat. A soft one at that.
'Why, of all days, did I forget my jacket..?' I walked into the gym with Hannah, waving to my friends in the top section of the bleachers. We made our way up the bleachers, me sitting directly behind Hannah so she could lay back on my legs. Resting my head on my hands, I closed my eyes before hearing a few snickers behind me.
I looked back to see Marie, Tabby, and, well other people laughing quietly at me and Hannah.
"What the Hell is so funny, hm?" I narrowed my eyes, to tired to give a full-on glare.
Tabby whispered her reply quietly, as if not to have Hannah hear. "She looks like a grizzly bear.." She was referring to her gigantor coat. Her giggles started back up and I started laughing too. She really did look like one with that huge coat on.
I leaned forward by her head. "Rawr, Grizzly." I got a some sort of a slap to the face, which just made our friends laugh more.
"Shut up, hoe, I'm trying to sleep." Hannah sort of turned to the side. I felt my eye twitch involuntarily.
"Pfft, okay see what you get out of that." I moved my legs away, so she fell and hit her head on the edge of the row.
"Oww.." Haw. She got what was coming to her. "First row!" She was about to say something when our little moment was interrupted by the gym teacher, Mrs. Meek, dismissing us row by row.
'Aw, crap. Now I got to go up that curse-ed spiral staircase..' I got up, adjusting my draw-string bag as I did.
I walked down the bleachers, sort of going my own way. 'Hey wait just one minute. There's usually someone crazy that greets me everyday.. but they weren't here today..' I looked around for my cooky friend. 'Hm. She isn't here today.. Oh well. I'll call her when I get home..'
I started up the spiral staircase, but started to fall backwards. "GAH!" I groped at the air, as if to grab hold of something. No luck. I rolled down the stairs I already went up, bruising my arm a little. Lucky me, there was hardly anyone in the halls, and just some random passerby laughed at me.
'Jesus, I'm so accident prone..' I went back up the stairs, clutching the railing as if for dear life, making it up safely this time.
As I was making my way down the hall I caught a glimpse of my friend Alec walking toward his locker, looking rather sleepy.
'Oh, this should be fun..' I snuck over behind him, and yelled, 'ALEC!' loudly and half hugged, half tackled him. He yelled in surprise and turned around to face me. "Why..? Why, so early in the morning?" I knew what he was talking about. He was mad that I woke 'em up from his little half-awake state.
"Oh, please, ya' big sissy. You don't want to fall asleep in class anyways, you'd get in trouble and get detention.", I stated as-a-matter-of-factly. He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean ya' got to glomp me like crazed lion pouncing on a zebra." I looked at him oddly. That was just something to expect from him so early in the morning; sheer retardation.
I waved my hand dismissively, "Don't bring your retardation out so early in the morning, 'kay?" I stepped up on my tip toes to pat his head. "Gotta go so that I can harass Wade! See ya' Bitty."
Heh. That was his nickname. I don't know how he got it, it just sort of happened I guess.
I walked into the classroom, seeing Wade reading one of his favorite books, Arragon. Oh, how entertaining this would be.. I smirked inwardly, heading over to my seat, laying my bag down on the desk behind me, taking out my notebook. I don't even think he noticed me come in. I ripped a piece of paper out, and tore off various pieces, crumpling them into little paper balls. There were about.. Oh, say twenty-seven. Megan came in and saw my ammo scattered all over my desk. She scoffed, pushing up her glasses.
"You're so immature.." I smirked.
"Got that right." She rolled her eyes at me agreeing with her. I guess she wanted to strike a nerve?
Ignoring her, and her quips, I aimed, and flicked the first ball. It hit Wade on the side of his leg.
'Well, that shot sucked.' I flicked another, this time hitting the inside of his ear. He made some weird noise, and did some sort of twitch, then looked around, eyes landing on my hoard of paper balls. His eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" I answered by throwing a ball between his eyes, "This."
He growled, obviously annoyed. "Come on, Jade. Not right now, I'm at a real good part in this book.."
I rolled my eyes at him. "What a geek", I teased. He raised his eyebrows.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you.. Always reading a book or comic book or some sort of passage behind your textbook." True. I did do that whenever the chapter in the textbook got too boring. Hey, this was History. It's bound to get boring sometimes.
I pouted and he chuckled at my childishness. "Oh, your no fun to harass." Megan squinted her eyes at us.
"You shouldn't be harassing anyone, you should be reviewing the notes from yesterday and-"
I cut her off, remembering that I forgot to copy the notes off the board, "Oh crap! WADE. Let me see your notes!" He rolled his eyes, but gave me his spiral anyways. Megan scowled.
"And you shouldn't let her copy your work." He turned back to his book, "It's not work, it's just copying down a bunch of words."
I wasn't really listening anymore, I was too busy copying down the notes at lightning speed. Then. It came into the classroom. Hewalked over to my desk and I immediately kicked him in the shin.
"Get the hell away, nuisance." He truly was a nuisance. He always ratted out everyone when they passed notes; in fact, he grabbed them and read them out loud. What a bitch-boy. He does so much more, and it always comes down with some random student being held back from beating the Hell out of that kid.
He fell down, holding his leg, saying something along the lines of, "You bitch.. Why'd you do that.. I'll get you back.. Revenge.. Rueing." Blah. Blah. Blah. I wasn't listening, I was already back to copying the remainder of the notes.
People came in and saw him rolling around, holding his leg. They laughed and asked what he did.
"He came near me." They all cracked up. I didn't think it was so funny. That little faggot made everyday that I came to school a mission to destroy my life. Turd.
A few moments later, I finished copying down Wade's notes, just as our teacher came in and I slid my friend his notebook back before Mr. Fletcher could notice. He looked around the class, before sitting himself down in his over-sized computer chair and pulled out a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. Everyone stared at him in silence before my stomach growled very loudly. I didn't exactly have breakfast that morning. Mr. Fletcher raised an eyebrow and said, "What are you all waiting for? Come and get your reward." We all looked at him dumbfounded.
Surely he didn't mean for 'being good' to the substitute yesterday, 'cause we were awful.
Some girl named Casey asked 'Why' and Mr. Fletcher put on a broad grin. "Because you were so good to the substitute yesterday, of course." Wade and I exchanged glances then shrugged. I got up and walked over to the donuts, and grabbed a creme filled one. I smiled and stuffed it in my face.
"Yum." Megan scowled and shook her head, "But they were awful!" The teacher just shrugged his shoulders lazily.
"Well, I don't like that nasty old woman, so just get up here and stuff your face with some tasty treats, like Jade, before I change my mind." I was already on my third donut. Everyone's mouth was agape except for Dalton and Wade. They stood up and joined me in my donuty feast. I threw my arms around their shoulders and said; rather loudly, "Ah! My brothers, how nice of you to join my feast!" That comment received odd looks and giggles from the class. I sighed and explained it was from a good movie I saw recently.
For the rest of the period, we all chattered with our friends, eating tasty treats. Except for Megan. She just sat there, scowling at the white board. Weirdo. Who in the right mind would pass up an offer of free donuts?!
The bell rang loudly, causing a few resting students to sit up abruptly with a jolt. We all grabbed our stuff and ran out the door, saying thanks to our laid back and care free teacher. As always, I walked with Wade. We talked about how retarded anyone was that passed up an offer like that, and about his book. Apparently one of his favorite characters died in a brutal battle.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, come now, you know that if he's that important in the story, someone's going to resurrect him or he'll poof out of nowhere." He nodded, agreeing with me. We had second hour together too, and with a very emotional teacher. As each of us walked in, the petite woman handed all of us a work sheet type thing. After everyone was in the class, she clapped her hands.
"Take your seats, students! Now, when you walked in you were handed a work sheet." She paused, looking at me, expecting to see or hear an interruption. "Well, you each will circle a book that is listed and write a seven page essay-" We all groaned loudly. "-front and back, about what goes on in the story and what conflicts go on between the characters and the symbolism in the story.."
I banged my head on my desk and said, "Oh joy." The teacher frowned deeply. She knew I'd have a comment about the mega retarded assignment she just gave us. Oh, but it gets worse.
She went on. "And it will be due by next Wednesday." Wade and I sighed in relief. We could finish the book we pick in about seven hours and considering the help we'd give each other, we'd be done by Saturday morning. Then, something came across my mind. I lifted a finger, tapping my chin, trying to remember what was so important about that day..
'Saturday.. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something..?'
Everyone in the class protested, much to Mrs. Bennett's dismay. After a moment, tears weld up in her eyes. Everyone was then so quiet, that we could hear the gym class play basketball downstairs.
"Why can't you do such a simple task, without any complaints? Have I failed as a teacher?!" Heh. Told ya' she was emotional.
Jimmy, the class jouvenile, was doodling on his desk when the now crying teacher's hand slapped his desk. "Listen to me!!"
Jimmy glared and told her to 'Shut up.' My eyes popped out of my skull so far that Wade had to slam them back in with a book. 'This can't end well..'
Mrs. Bennett cried loudly as she ran out of the room. There was silence..
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'Well, I guess I got to make it end well.'
I stood up on my desk yelling, "Class Party!!" Everyone cheered and went behind our teacher's desk, devouring all her sweets she hoarded in a secret compartment. Well, she had to have something that could make her happy again, after her outbursts.
By the time Mrs. Bennett came back, we were all crashed from being 'sugar high', and papers were scattered everywhere; torn, waded, made into paper airplanes and balls. Her eye twitched. Hmm.. At least there weren't any cameras in this classroom.
Let's just say that after we all finished cleaning up the mess, each of us had to serve two weeks of detention starting next Monday.