Project Spectacular Self-Insertion
Warning; This is an experiment. The hypothesis: to see if a self-insertion can be well written and received. Proceed with caution. Some adjustments have been made to author's life for the ability to fit into this fictional world, as a lack of knowledge about Spider-Man, making a parent's project work forcing the author to move in with her older brother, and having said author's oldest brother move to Forrest Hills with his wife. Notice: others participating in this experiment is welcome. Data collection is welcome.
It was my first day going to school at Midtown Magnet- something with another M included in there. I think. This was my first time moving in my sixteen years of life. I mean, my mom had lived in my house since the mid 80's! Although many students do this. Aug. I honestly never thought that my mom would get her hospital project started in Nigeria. Or was it Kenya? Or Sierra Leone? I know I've met people from each of those countries, but I don't pay attention to my mom too much. I think she's a bit crazy. Then again, I'm saying that and I am a self-proclaimed insane nerd. Proclaimedly? I screwed that sentence up, didn't I?
Oh! Back to the point. I chose to go live with Angus because he has a larger place, has more time, and lives in New York where rumors of a masked vigilante beating up criminals has come from. Which is completely awesome. It's like there's a super hero in real life! And I am a complete fan of super heroes and comic books. Although I'm more of a fan of the real life ones popping up, like the urban legend of Spider-Man (whose territory is supposed to be where I'm moving to [YAY!]}, or the Iron Man guy who stopped that Russian dude.
So why am I rambling? Because the high school I used to go to was in a small suburban middle to upper middle class town where my grade had 180 students. I knew exactly how to get to my middle school and high school on my first day of them, and all were within reasonable walking distance. I knew most of my classmates since sixth grade, and about a third since elementary school. I knew people in different grades, and I got the layout of the high school in my head down in a day or two because I had been there for all of my brothers' graduations, for singing concerts when I was in a chorus during elementary school (it was an outside of school chorus, I was kicked out because I had a cold one day).
Point is, I knew my home town like the back of my hand. I knew the people so god damn well. Now I'm in a new town half way through high school. Not just any town; from a town of 14,000 that was less than three square miles to a town of millions that sprawls out. I'm nervous as hell about these New Yorkers, especially since I'm from South Jersey (the southern half of New Jersey for those not in the know about local terminology) and identify with Philly more than NYC. So my brother dropped me off at Midtown, and I have to breathe multiple times. This has happened to me before. I know that I just have to break the ice and I'll be fine. But I'm walking up to the gate and see these students all over the place. There's a group of guys wearing green and white letter jackets at school, something I've never seen before at my old school. Cheerleaders are wearing green and white cheerleading outfits. I had no idea there would be a game on the first day, but I never went to a football game at my old school either. Somehow I have the feeling they wouldn't be as nice as the football guys at my old school, or the cheerleaders there. So I walk up to a blond haired girl with glasses standing next to a red head who looks like a prep (to borrow the word from Ebony D'mentia Way or however you spell it) and am about to ask them how to get to the main office for my schedule when the boy said, "Is he?". The blond girl responds with a, "I think he is". Right as I'm about to ask them, a loud shrieking voice 'asks' "Are you damaged!". They respond in unison "He did".
"I know this isn't a good time, but could you help the lost suburban new kid in finding the office?" I ask. They turn around, and the blonde girl says, "Of course. Just go in the main entrance, and turn right. It should have a little sign above it as you walk down the hall."
"Thanks. I hope to see you again." I scurry off, thinking that I annoyed them or something because I obviously should have waited a bit to ask them, but I'll deal with the fallout later.
The secretary lady is really nice, and while she gives me the schedule she tells me where my locker is and where my homeroom is. Once there, we go through the familiar ritual of locker assignment. I end up near two cheerleaders, one of which has the harpy voice and blond hair. She kind of reminds me of my old school's slut, except Sarah was funny and could be nice. I guess the last name of 'Blossfeld' condemned me. It's annoying, but seeing as I can use my back pack to carry around most of my books, note books and binders, I'll be fine.
So my first class of the day was biology. The two teens I talked to before school were there, with this brunette whose eyes matched his hair. Huh. He was wearing a primary color, his male friend was wearing a secondary color (seriously; he looked like a Christmas tree with his brown pants, green sweater vest thing, white undershirt for snow, and his red hair. It's kinda neat, actually), and their token girl friend was wearing pink. I mean friend who is a girl, ok? I mean, it'd be weird if she was dating both of them at once. Although I have met a woman who dates multiple guys at once, but none of them were serious. She was one of my crew coaches freshman year, but she didn't coach me much.
Right. Going off track again. Sorry; I'm inconsistent and flighty and all of that. Which is why I really need to update my fanfics soon; but first I should focus on my grades this year. Anyway, I managed to find a seat in bio, and after class I asked the red head where my next class is. He gave me directions, which worked. See, my first day of high school I was a bit discombobulated (I can't believe I spelled that right on the first try!) and I remember an upperclassman giving me the wrong directions, only for a teacher walking down the halls to hear it and set me right. So I decided to either ask a teacher, or someone who I knew. In this case, I asked two people who seemed nice and on the side lines, and it's steered me well so far.
So school continued onwards in introduction mode with teachers handing out syllabuses and telling us what we needed. Some things about this school I was not happy about. One, it didn't have an environmental sciences class like my old school did. Two, it did not have a rowing team. And that's my sport, which I'm really good at. Then again, my old rowing team did have some issues the last year, including a drunk coach (not going to go into that one). Three connected to two is that I had to take gym. They did not offer a dance class, and my old school offered that you did not have to take a marking period of gym for every season of a sport, so all I would have had to take is health. Then again, health this year would have been sex-ed online. Tell me that would not have been disastrous. And four, this school was not as friendly as my old school. Back home, we didn't have cliques of this degree. Honestly, I feel like I'm in a TV show with the cheerleaders always acting like high and mighty bitches whereas some cheerleaders from my old school were friends with the nerds, nerdy themselves, or otherwise really nice.
Ok, now that I've whined enough about these circumstances, it's time for me to say what's awesome about this place. One, it's tall. Two, we can eat lunch on the friggin' roof! It was confusing at first, but it's soooo awesome! Three, I like the German teacher here. I was going to drop this year because of how he would sometimes spend a whole period telling us how we're not living up to our potential and such bad students, but since I was moving here I decided why not? Finally and fourthly- I can make a new start. As cliché as it sounds, nobody here knows about the tail I wore during 8th grade and freshman year. They don't know about the time I confessed my love to a boy in front of my second grade class and he broke down crying. As much as I love to ignore it, am an attention hog, and can shrug most things off, it can get to me sometimes. Rarely, but still. And I think I can be friends with the people I sat with at lunch.
Because at lunch, I sat with the red haired boy, brown haired boy, and the blonde girl who I saw earlier. I asked them if I could sit with them, and we had a neat conversation. Their names are Harry, Gwen, and Peter. It's nice to have someone to hang out with while I'm away from pretty much everything I ever knew except for a friend who's in college. I hope this year I can talk to Spider-Man (dream big, and you never know what can happen) and keep my grades up without letting laziness or my distracablity getting in the way. This is Patience Blossfeld, signing off.
Determining if stage one was affective. Notice; later chapters may shift between first and thrid person. Canon may change. Omakes will be included occasionally. Another note; the author/self-insertion has siblings that are oddly named due to her mother being English/Irish blend with Austrailian/New Zealandish upbringing and having given the oldest brother a middle name from Hungry.