Chapter 1:
Finally, it's the first day of my high school career. This is so exciting. For the first half of the summer, my family and me were in Florida visiting my grandparents. The sun, the beaches, the water, it was awesome. And of course, my grand parents were there so that made everything a lot more interesting. I even met a girl while I was surfing one day. Mandy had long, straight brown hair, big, bright green eyes, and the smile of an angel. Fortunately, she lived just a couple of miles from Roscoe, so I did get to see her a few times after I got back home.
But I missed my friends. For the second half of the summer, I just hung out with all of my friends around town. We went to Mickey's a lot, went to the mall and of course, visited Mandy while I was in town for a Baseball game. Sad thing is I'm not even sure if we're a couple yet. We talk a lot over the Internet and on the phone a lot, but she doesn't seem that interested. Another minus is that a lot of my friends from middle school have gone to different high schools.
Then again I guess that's not all that bad. At least my best friends are here with me. Jessi, Caleb and Dallas are my best friends ever, they help me out all the time, and we can relate pretty well. I met Caleb and Dallas in middle school; I was in Caleb's class in grade 7, and Dallas's in grade 8. Caleb and Dallas are my closest friends and we goof around most of the time. I met Jessi in the 5th grade and have been in the same class since. We talk and goof around a lot too.
After my parents dropped my off at the school, I was surprised by the size of the school. I mean I've been here be fore and seen the school before, but for some reason, it just seemed bigger now. As I walked to the front, I noticed there were several sheets of paper on the windows. The first, and biggest sheet said to look for my name on the smaller sheets, each with a different class. After passing the first few sheets, I finally saw my name under Ms. Mitchell as my homeroom teacher. I opened the front door, and went into the principal's office to get my textbooks, locker number, lock and code. Searching for my locker, I walked up the stairs to the second floor and bumped into Caleb and Dallas.
"Hey, Joel", Dallas said cheerily. "I see you made it on time for once". He has a point; I'm usually late for everything.
"Very funny", I said in a sarcastic tone.
"So what you up to?" Caleb asked.
"I'm looking for my locker", I replied. "You guys know where locker number 7014 is?"
"Right next to mine, of course!" I heard from a soft voice behind me. I turned around and I saw what seemed to be a lighter haired, taller and slimmer version of Jessi in black jeans and a white t-shirt. She went to Europe to visit her relatives for the summer and she has definitely changed since the last time I saw her.
"Jess! Is that you?"
"No, nimrod, its Homer flipping Simpson", she snapped back. She always had this crazy obsession with Homer Simpson.
"Nice to know you haven't changed much on the inside"
"Psh…Whatever. You're locker's right around here" she said as she walked down the hall.
"So whose home room are you guys in?", I asked as we turned a corner.
"Mr. Davis'", Dallas and Caleb answered at the same time.
"What a shame", I said. "I'm in Ms. Mitchell's homeroom".
"Me too", Jessi said. "Hope you guys luck. Both my sisters had him as freshman and both of them said he was strict"
"There you go", she said as she opened it up for me, I stashed my books and bag inside, closed the door and locked it up. Just as I finished up, the bell rang and Jessi and me separated from Dallas and Caleb to head off to homeroom.
"What do you think Ms. Mitchell is like?" I asked.
"Probably an old lady with bulging eyes, really wrinkly skin, long, grey hair, and bushy eyebrows", Jessi answered, joking a little. She'd seen her sister's yearbook from last year and she knew exactly how she looked. But, making jokes is like her past time.
When we got to Ms. Mitchell's room, we sat next to each other and waited for our teacher to come in. Finally, a fairly tall woman walked into the room and wrote her name on the board.
"Hello, class, my name is Ms. Mitchell", she said. "And I will be your home room teacher this year"
For the rest of the morning she let us talk and get to know everybody in the class. I hate it when new teachers do that. They give you some lame paper to fill out and make you tell every one what you wrote. Pisses me off! Luckily, we both survived without making ourselves look like idiots and headed off to the cafeteria as soon as the bell rang.
(Hope every body likes it. Remember to R&R)
