The rest of the day was plain awful.
Thankfully she did not have math class with me so I was free of her in math. But still, in math I sat in between 2 boys. They wouldn't stop staring at me threw the whole period.
The bell rang and I looked at my schedule next was art. Beside the little box was a smiley face. I think that was Kim's way of telling me she would be there. I slowly walked out of math feeling very glum. But then again, before I even stepped one step out the door, Kim was there.
"Hi! We have art together. Did u like my little smiley faces! Oh I just love them…." I sort of zoned out after that. I just followed her quietly to art, acting like I was listening.
We walked into a square room full of blue cabinets. I sat by an empty desk and Kim sat right beside me. She was starting to be like a magnet. The teacher walked in she was tall and had short blond hair.
"Hello, my name is Mrs. Davis and the only reason I am saying this is because I see we have a new student. Can u please stand up and tell us what your name is and a little about yourself?" she said.
I stood up, and as soon as I did, I regretted it. Everybody was staring at me. But that was not the part that bothered me. Every boy was staring at me. Some of them not even blinking. "Uh, my name is Renesmee. But you can call me Nessie." I sat down as soon as I finished. Some of them turned around and looked at the teacher but the rest just kept starring at me. It was just like math.
"Ok. Were did u move from?"
"Forks, Washington,"
"Well, welcome to Manson Junior High. Now everyone continue with what we were doing yesterday. Kim, you tell her what to do," I looked at Kim she looked like she won a Grammy.
"We are drawing family portraits" she said.
I am a horrible drawler. Mom told me that I was so post to act like her and Dad were my brother and sisters. I can't wait till Emmett finds out what he looks like. He is going to laugh at me till Dad hits him (like always). I sighed and started to work.
Of course Kim babbled on as I worked. I tried to zone her out but she expects me to respond to everything she says. So art class was pretty interesting. Not
Next was lunch. I shuddered to think of what the school served. I got in line. I really wasn't in the mood for food. I really wanted blood. But I doubt the school sells that. I waited in the line. Thankfully Kim forgot her money in her locker so she was at the back of the line. I got an apple, a piece of pizza, and red punch. It reminded me of blood so I tried it.
As soon as I sat down, around 10 boys sat around me. It was weird. As soon as Kim came out of the lunch line I asked her to sit by me. Of course she was excited. As soon as she sat down all the boys left. She acted like nothing happened. So instead of boys around me I had Kim right beside me.
"Can you scoot over?" she moved over one seat. "A little more," she scooted over another seat. "Just a bit more," soon she was on the opposite side of the table.
"Is this good?" she asked. She sounded happy so I think she didn't make anything of it. Just like she did when the boys left.
"Perfect," I said happily.