A/N. :)
My next class was art, my favourite class probably (except drama of course). My art teachers name was Miss Moore. I walked into the room and took a seat. Miss Moore was handing out A3 sheets of paper as the late people walked in; she didn't seem to care that they were late.
"Guys, today making collages," Miss Moore said enthusiastically. We all cheered. It was hard not to be happy when you walked into that class room, it just seemed so light and bubbly in there. "So on your paper," she pointed to the paper on a girl's desk, "You must make a collage with your name in it. Sound simple enough?" we all nodded, "No, your name must be camouflaged in your picture." Now this sounds cool. "You can use anything you find in the art room except of course the finished artwork of other students," and with that we got up and gathered the equipment we needed for our collage.
For my collage did one of those things ya know where you have all the tiny pictures and words that are different colours and when you look from a distance it looks like a person or a word. It looks really cool. I only put 'Ali' on it so I can put it in my room when this undercover thing is over and it won't look weird.
I heard someone mumble something in the back ground then they mumbled a bit louder. I came out of my daze to listen to them, "Alice? Alice?" Miss Moore was saying.
Oh shit! "Ya," I shook my head to wake up a bit.
"I said 'that looks very nice,'" she said slowly, "Bit out of it are we?"
I smiled, "Just a bit."
Miss Moore looked closer at all of the pictures and words on my paper, "Who are Mackenzie and Keanu?" she asked pronouncing Keanu wrong.
"Keanu is my little brother and Mackenzie is my little sister," I pronounced Keanu for her, "Mackenzie passed away though."
"Awe sweetie," she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. The bell rang so Miss Moore told everyone to put their paper on her desk and they can finish is later.
I ran out of the room and to the canteen. A/N. resisting the urge to write 'tuckshop' I got a packet of chocolate chip cookies. On my way out I wasn't looking where I was going and I accidently ran into someone, I looked up and met eye to eye with the most gorgeous guy I have possibly even seen that wasn't on Twilight. "S-s-sorry," I mumbled and I'm sure I was as red as a tomato.
"It's okay, it was my fault," he was blushing too. I giggled with my head down and hurried away. Someone caught my arm from the side.
"Hey Alice," I looked up to see Sam wearing a shocked expression, "Do you have any idea who you just talked to?"
"A super hot guy with a gorgeous smile and nice manners and muscles and-" Sam cut me off as I started to use a dreamy and out-of-it voice.
"I know, I know," she said, "Come on lets go sit down."
We sat on the cricket pitch in the middle of the oval with like ten or fifteen people. We talked about random crap and what had happened in maths with plover. I don't think he knows yet. It was only a short break so before long the bell rang. I had English now and so did one of Sam's friends, Barbs. We had talked a bit at lunch so I wasn't a complete loner.
The English teacher was Mr. Zamora. A/N. I was gonna use my English teacher but I forgot how to spell it so whatever. He was like fifty or something and his head was bald on top but he wore a checked old hat to cover it.
He let us read for the first ten minutes of the lesson. I read a crime novel. I love those types of books. After reading we did some handwriting exercises. My hand writing looks pretty but it is soooooooooooooo to a million 'O's messy. There was still five minutes 'till the bell so Mr. Zamora let us talk. A/N. I am like a fortune teller. I wrote that and then went to school the next day and we did handwriting exercised and talked (we weren't supposed to but…).
"Hey Ali," Barb said, "There a slumber party at my house this weekend. Everyone that you met on the cricket pitch is gonna be there. You wanna come?"
"Ya sure," I told her, "I'll as Tony and Ziva tonight, I'm sure they say 'yes' but I'll give you a definite answer tomorrow. 'Kay?"
"Yep." The bell rang and I walked to my next class. Sose. Yay! Sarcastic fun!
I walked into the class room and took a seat in the back row. A girl with fuzzy brown hair came to sit next to me. She introduced herself as Haylee. A/N, as I promised. She was as obsessed with Twilight as I am. Haylee was totally in love with Jacob/Taylor Lautner. I think her exact words were 'woof woof baby.'
By the time lunch rolled around I was almost asleep in my double of Sose. The teacher, Mr. Crothers, had yelled at me like five hundred times for talking or correcting him or breathing mainly. He was really crabby so I told him, "Go home, get some sleep and remember to wake up on the right side of the bed," then under my breath (although he heard me) I added, "There's gonna be plenty of room in his bed to roll onto the other side 'cause he cant get laid." I earned my laughs and popularity points from my classmates but I almost earned a detention from Mr. Cabbers. Opps!
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"Alice!" Sammie yelled from canteen line. I walked over and joined her. I've noticed that at this school people don't really care about line jumping. "I heard about you fight with Mr. Crothers. Your rock girl!" Sammie applauded me. Fighting with teachers is practically a sport at this school, I've been told.
"That was nothing. I still think that whuhthegite kuhthegiss uhtheges was funnier," I told her.
"Ya probably. I still wish I was there for the fight in Sose."
"I predict there will way more where that came from."
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The rest of the day past by in a blur. Before I knew it I was walking toward the front gate where I could see Ziva and Nu waiting for me. Nu ran forward the extra ten or fifteen metres and wrapped his tiny body around my legs. "Hey Nu!" I said lifting him up into the air above my head and he giggled like crazy. I blew a raspberry on his tummy and laughed so hard I thought he was going to piss himself.
"So what did you do at school today?" Ziva asked as we walked in the door.
"Well…" I began, "I rejected a guy in front of the whole class, then my maths class noticed that the teacher had a hole in his pants so we all talked about it in Gibberish and didn't tell him, then in Sose I had a massive fight with Mr. Crabbers about him not getting a girlfriend, it was really funny, then I promised there would be more…"
Ziva stood there shocked, "Alayah Danae Rivers-David-DiNozzo!" I hated t when she used my full name, "Do all of your teachers dislike you now?!"
"No. Just Plover and Crabbers," I told her, "And guess who my best friend is?..."
"Who?"
"Sammie Biddle. See I did do something useful with my day."
"I am glad," she headed into the kitchen, "I will make you something to eat. Go and do your homework."
"KK."
A/N. Hope you like the chapter! Sam, Haylee (?), Grace (?) DO NOT TELL THE TEACHERS! Plus it's not really what I think of them.
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