A/N Welcome to another story written by me! I hope you enjoy this story cuz this is the first one that is actually written from my actually age point of view so like yeah! And this chapter just introduces mah girls. Review it because, well…you just need to.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Morgan Michaels, Ke'ilah Bailey and Melkam Mengesha. Also my plot belongs to me!
Ke'ilah= Key•i•luh
Melkam= Mel•kum
Chapter 1
(First Day)
*Morgan's POV*
*BEEP BEEP*
"Bye mom!" I yell as I stuff the last bit of the s'mores pop tart in my hand. I cannot be late for today. I will die if I'm the last person to class and that's no joke. I wipe my hands off on my black skinny jeans, pull my backpack off the chair, and then rush towards the front door.
"Call me when you are on the way home!" she yells back from her bedroom. She was just getting up out of bed. I run out of my house to the black Toyota 4runner in my driveway. My chariot awaits. I wave to the driver and passenger in the front seats, and then I open the back door. I throw my blue backpack in the car and then I climb in behind it.
"Sup Ke'ilah." I say to my best friend in the front seat, and she gives me a nod in response. "Good morning Mrs. Bailey." I say to her mom.
"Good morning Morgan." The adult in the front seat says. "So are you ready for your first day of 8th grade?" she asks me. Yes this is my last year of middle school and first day of the grade. Maybe now you know why I can't be last to class. If you're the last person you have everyone staring at you and I'm just prone to do something stupid.
"I guess so, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I respond truthfully.
"This year is going to be great! We're like the seniors this year, and all the other kids will be looking up to us!" Ke'ilah says with a smile plastered on her face. She would be the only person excited about the first day of school at 6 in the morning. She turns and faces her driving mom. "Are we still picking up Melkam? Or is she riding with her mom today?"
"We're picking her up still." Her mom says.
"Yes!" me and Ke'ilah cheer. Her mom looks at us from her rearview mirror and out of her peripheral vision.
"Why are you two so happy?" she asks.
"Because we need to compare our schedules. Duh!" we reply simaltaneously. She rolls her eyes and continues driving. I pull out my schedule for this year.
Morgan A. Michaels
8th grade schedule
Homeroom- Ms. Alexander (rm. 133)
1st Period- Chorus (rm. W12)
2nd Period-Health (rm. 001)
3rd Period- Mrs. Tibbets/Social Studies (rm. 103)
4th Period-Mrs. Alexander/Math (rm. 133)
5th Period- Mrs. Raheem/Language A (rm. 135)
6th Period-Mrs. Osollo/Language B (rm. 032)
7th Period-Mrs. O-C'B/Science (rm. 101)
"Hey do you have Ms. O-C'B for 7th period?" I ask Ke'ilah while trying to remember my schedule.
"Yeah! Do you uh, have chorus 1st period?" she asks.
"Yeppers. Do you have Mrs. Tibbets 3rd period?"
"No. I have Mr. Young."
"Aw man. Just read off your schedule."
"Okay. 1st period chorus, 2nd period art, 3rd Mr. Young math, 4th Ms. White ELA, 5th Ms. Holmes social studies, 6th Senora Osollo Spanish, and 7th Ms. O-C'B science." she says.
"We only have 3 classes together." I say disappointed.
"That sucks." She says.
"I know right." I reply. The side door opens and in comes my other bestie Melkam.
"Hey Girlies." She says while throwing her pink bag in my lap.
"Don't talk like that." Ke'ilah says.
"Yeah you're kind going to ruin any chance of us getting boyfriends this year with talk like that." I whisper to her considering there is still an adult in the car.
"Oh sorry. Hey Mrs. Bailey." She says to Ke'ilah's mother.
"Hey sweetie." She replies.
"Okay what classes do you guys have?" she asks excitedly.
"You tell us." We respond at the same time. Melkam reaches into her pants pocket and pulls out a crumpled blue piece of paper. Me and Ke'ilah look at each other with uncertain looks.
"Okay I have Band 1st period, Health 2nd, Ms. Tibbets social studies 3rd, Ms. White Language arts 4th, Ms. Kennedy science 5th, Spanish with senora Osollo 6th and Ms. Alexander math 7th." She says.
"3 classes." I say.
"2 classes" Ke'ilah says.
"Biscuit." She mumbles.
"Okay girls. We are finally here and I will pick you guys up from the park around 4 o'clock." She says. We tuned her out and faced the school. We stood there just watching the first few students walk into the building. Melkam nudged me and pointed to someone a few feet away.
"Holy Shit. James got like way hotter over the summer." Ke'ilah says. Those were my thoughts exactly. James Diamond or the school hottie was almost 6 feet tall, had beautiful hazel eyes that made almost every girl in the school swoon –I'm not really included-. He walked passed us with his 3 best friends, Kendall Knight also tall, with green eyes, and he's the Jr. Varsity football captain, Carlos Garcia the more energetic of the group who is Latino with dark brown eyes is also on the team, and Logan Mitchell the smartest of the group. He has that curdy look going on (Cute and nerdy). Logan is like my best guy friend. Only because we always sat next to each other, and had to work with each other on projects. Alphabetical order caused this to happen of course. Mitchell-Michaels get it. All the guys waved at us and walked in the building.
"OMG. His hair got darker and shorter!" Melkam says talking about James.
"All the more smexy." Ke'ilah says.
"Yeah I guess." I say half heartedly. Melkam grabs my wrist and pulls me into the school. The smell of new pencils, crayons, books, and paper filled the air.
"I love this smell. It's so schoolish." I say taking in a deep breath.
"No shit Sherlock." Ke'ilah replies.
"Harsh!" I feign hurt by putting my hand on my chest. She pushes my shoulder and laughs at me. "Okay so I'm going to my homeroom with Ms. Alexander."
"Me too!" Melkam says while jumping up and down. I roll my eyes and face Ke'ilah.
"I'll see you in chorus Koala." I tell her. She waves and walks off in the opposite direction. "Let's go buddy." I link my arm through Melkam's and we skip down to Ms. A's room.
"YES!" first ones in the classroom. The desks were set up in groups of 4. Thank god. We both sit next to each other and start making sure we're okay for presentation.
"Hair okay?" I ask.
"Yep. Clothes not wrinkled?" she asks.
"Nope. Am I ashy?"
"Not at all. Lip gloss okay?"
"All good." I say. We laugh and then go into an awkward silence. I pull out Monster High and start reading to stop the jitters. She starts tapping on her desk with a pencil.
TapTapTapTapTapTap
I try to tune her out but then the clock starts getting to me and her tapping becomes more frantic.
TickTockTickTockTick
TapTapTapTapTapTapTapTap
I slam my book shut and look at her.
"STOP!" I yell. She moves her eyeballs in the direction in front of me. I look up.
"Oh hey Logan." I say sheepishly. "Sorry about the yelling." I get up and hug my friend.
"No problem but…someone seems a bit on edge." He says with a raise of his eyebrows. "Is it he who shall not be named?" he asks with a smirk.
"You're so dorky and no, I don't even like 'him' anymore. It's just the first day of school nerves." I say while nodding. Logan smirks and shakes his head.
"Whatever you say Morgan." He says sarcastically. I lift up my fist.
"Hey! I feel left out here." Melkam says with a pout and a cross of the arms.
"Sup Melkam." Logan says to her. She puts out her hand and looks at me.
"That's more like it." she says. I roll my eyes and sit back down in my desk. Logan sits down with us and puts his black book bag on the ground.
"So Logie, what have you been up to these past few days before school?" I ask.
"Looking over the text books, school shopping, the usual." He replies nonchalantly.
"Only you would look over the god damn text books a week before school starts you mommy fudging biscuit." Melkam says.
"Mommy fudging biscuit?" he asks confused.
"Allow me to translate." I clear my throat. "Mother fucking bitch. This is her less harsh way of cursing." I say.
"Ohhh." He says. We all go quiet as a few more kids walk into the room.
"We'll talk later 'Kay guys?" I ask. They nod in agreement. We all pull out a book and start reading as the teacher walked into the room. She greeted us and introduced herself as Ms. Alexander. Since today was the first day of school she was going to let us just read. A huge wave of relieved sighs filled the room. I snickered a little.
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Homeroom had ended and I parted ways with Melkam and Logan. Now was time for connections and I had chorus. I walked down two hallways until I got to my 3rd favorite class of the day. I pull on the door but get knocked down in the process. Someone was running out of the room as I was walking in.
"Asshole." I mumble under my breath.
"Need any help?" someone asks standing up in front of me.
"No thanks. I'm good." I say. I stand up and dust myself off. I look at the person who offered to help me up.
"Are you sure?" James asks.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks for asking." I say. I rush into the room and sit down in the seat next to Ke'ilah. She was talking animatedly to Palmer -another classmate-. I heard her mention boys in chorus this year. That's a shocker. Boys never want to join chorus they think it's too girly, the little butt fucks. Ke'ilah turns to me and starts shaking my shoulders with a big smile.
"Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!" she says.
"Guys are joining chorus?" I ask. She stops smiling and shaking me.
"How'd you know?"
"Magic!" I say with jazz fingers.
"I bet you don't know who they are though."
"That I don't know. Who are the lucky guys?"
"Kendall, Carlos, James, and Logan!" she says. What? Logan didn't tell me he was going to be in chorus this year.
"Wait. What? They are actually going to be in chorus?" I ask shocked.
"You betcha. Carlos freaked out a bit after seeing all the girls in here so he ran out a few seconds ago. James went looking for him but Logan and Kendall haven't gotten here yet." She says. So that's who knocked me down.
"Why did he run out?"
"Girls make him nervous." She says with a shrug. I laugh a little. Speaking of the 4 brave boys, they walked in the room pulling Carlos by his shirt. He was clawing for anyway out of their grip.
"Let go! I don't want to be in this class anymore!" he yelled. They pulling him into a seat and blocked anyway for him to get out.
"You can't leave. We are taking this class together." Kendall told him with his arms crossed. Carlos pouted but stayed seated. The other guys sat down in the seats next to him. Ke'ilah nudged me with her elbow.
"This should be an interesting year." she says with a smirk.
"You know it." I say. "Hey do you have a-" I start.
"Good morning class. I am your teacher for this class. My name is Mrs. Nelson." The teacher says. She's been teaching chorus here since 6th grade and she's real cool. This is like the easiest class to pass as long as you know how to shut up when you're supposed to. "I know many of you from previous years here at McMahon middle school, but I know this year our first guys have joined." She says. All of the girls start clapping for the guys. They make such a big out of nothing. They all smile in return.
"Okay. Today I want you guys to get reacquainted and whatever because tomorrow we begin working…without interruptions." She says. She walks to her office room and shuts the door.
"Hey give me your hand." Ke'ilah orders me. I hesitantly reach my hand out. She whips out a silver sharpie. "No looking." She says. I close my eyes as she scribbles on my palm then the back of my hand.
"Okay you can open your eyes." she says. I look at the back of my hand.
"3:30?" I ask.
"Yes. That is the time you can look at your palm. If you look at it before then you have to ask out who's on it." she says.
"Zap? Really! I hate this game…" I say pouting.
"You can show other people but they can't tell you who it is." She says.
"I know how to play the fucking game!" I say. She starts giggling. Who the hell is on my hand? I stomp away and head towards Logan. I pull him up by his shirt. "I got Zapped." I say.
"Really by who?" he asks.
"Ke'ilah." I mumble. He smirks and pulls on my hand to look at my palm. His eyes widen and then he starts laughing loudly. Now I must know.
"Who the hell is it?" I ask. He pulls himself halfway together and takes a deep breath.
"I can give you a hint but not a name. I know them and you know them and he's definitely not lame. They've like you a while but you're oblivious, any other girl would be very envious." Is all he says before he walks away. I really hate this game. I'm going to go insane before 3:30 trying not to look at my hand. I let out a big puff of air and I go back to sit with Ke'ilah.
"I hate you." I tell her.
"You know you love me!" she sings. Bad idea.
"No. No. No. No!" I yell while waving my hands. All the Bieber fans in the room simultaneously start singing.
"I KNOW YOU ME, I KNOW YOU CARE! JUST SHOUT WHENEVER, AND I'LL BE THERE. YOU WANT MY LOVE, YOU WANT MY HEART! 'CAUSE WE WILL NEVER EVER-" they shout/sing.
"SHUT UP!" Me and Ke'ilah yell. They all look at us and then go back to talking with their groups. That's one thing about chorus, you say one line of a song and then everyone who knows the song will start singing.
"Jeez." We both say. Ke'ilah looks at me.
"Okay. If you look at your hand, which I know you will, you have to ask him to the fall dance in September." She says. "But if he asks you, then that's even better. Do you agree to the terms Morgan?" she asks with her hand out.
"I have no choice." I say putting my hand out. We shake hands on it.
"How many lines do you have on your palm? I have only 2." She says.
"Not going to work." I say with a smile. She smirks back.
"You're going to cave in." she taunts.
"In your dreams Bailey. In your dreams." I say with an evil smile. "I SHALL BE VICTORIOUS!" she rolls her eyes and chuckles.
"I'm going to make sure that someone is watching you at all times. Just to make sure you don't cheat." She says. I nod in understanding. Mrs. Nelson walks out her room and dismisses the class. Well that was fast. I get up and head off to health my next class.
Melkam was already there in the front. I sat next her.
"You never sit in the front of the class." I tell her.
"This year I'm trying to pay more attention in class. I hope sitting up here helps." She says.
"It should." I tell her. I look around the class and recognize everyone except 3 new kids. Nothing out of the ordinary. Our teacher Mrs. Nellie stands up from her desk and introduces herself to the class. Mrs. Nellie is an awesome teacher.
"Okay today I need you to pair up in…" she looks around and counts the kids in the class. "…5 groups of 5 for your 1st project of the semester. We are going to talk about self hygiene." She says. Interesting. Everyone breaks up and starts searching for their normal group of friends. Me and Melkam pair up and we look for three more kids. We decide to join the new kids and help get them comfortable here at school.
"Hi would you guys like to be in a group with us?" I ask the two girls.
"Sure. I'm Jade by the way." One says.
"And I'm Megan." The other one says.
"I'm Morgan and this is Melkam." I say.
"Hi." Melkam says with a smile. "We still need one more person to be in our group." she says. We look around and spot a guy without a group. It turns out to be Carlos.
"Hey Carlos! You have a group yet?" I ask. He looks towards us and a look of relief washes over his face.
"No." he says as he rushes towards us. "No one asked me." he says sadly.
"Don't worry Carlitos. You can be in our group." Melkam says. We all sit down at a table and wait for our topic. Everyone starts looking at my hand.
"You got zapped?" Carlos asks.
"Yeah. And it's killing me not knowing who it is." I say. I lift my hand so that they can see it. Melkam gasps and then starts smiling. Carlos starts smirking. Jade and Megan gasp and then start staring at me.
"OMG." Jade says. I sigh and then put my hands together.
"Okay kids. I'm passing around your topics now and you can start researching as soon as possible." Mrs. Nellie says. she hands us our paper and Megan reads it.
"Athlete's foot." She says.
"Really? Well this should be easy we learned about this last year." I say taking the paper.
"Yeah. Um, it's a fungus that grows on your body in damp places." Carlos says.
"And the scientific name is Tenea Pedis." Melkam says. I nod in agreement.
"Well we have the main info. Maybe we should introduce ourselves." I suggest. "Name, age, color, nationality I guess, and anything else you wanna say."
"I'll start!" Jade exclaims. "Well my name is Jade Authors, I'm 13, my favorite color is green, I'm half Puerto Rican on my mommy's side and I love running track!" she says.
"I'm Carlos Garcia, I'm 13 too, my favorite color is red, I'm Hispanic, and I love helmets and corndogs." Carlos says.
"…Where is your helmet?" I ask.
"Mom told me not to wear it today." he says with a pout. I start chuckling a little.
"My name is Melkam Mengesha, I'm 13 years old, my favorite color is pink, I'm Ethiopian, and I love Justin Bieber." Me and Carlos make faces of disgust. Bleh not the Bieber…
"Megan Brawley is my name. My favorite color is Blue, I'm part Italian and African American, and I love to act."
"Lastly I am Morgan Michaels. I'm 13 now, my fav color is purple cause, well it's the best, I'm African American and I think there is some Indian in me somewhere. I love to write and read fictions." I tell them. All of us just start talking about ourselves and our hobbies for the rest of the class period. Mrs. Nellie let us go off to our next class which for me and Jade was language arts. Pretty much all of my next classes flew by because introductions were today. I only had one class with both of my friends and it was espanol. Again nothing happened but intros. I had one more class with Logan and that was math. We're in the bridges class, kind of like AP I guess.
By the time 7th period came along I had forgotten all about my hand. We were just talking in there too when I was going to start scribbling on my hand. I opened up my palm and saw the name I wasn't supposed to see yet.
"AHA!" Ke'ilah says looking at me. James Diamond. Oh of course…
A/N and here is chapter 1! Well I don't think this is my best work because I'm no used to writing from 8th grade age, but I promise it will get better in the next few chapters. Send me your reviews and let me know how you like it. And any other actual 8th graders can you help remind me what happens at the beginning of the 8th grade school year? Thanks you guys are dolls.
~Love,
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