Chapter: 4: The New Student

Forgot to mention last chapter…DDR owns:)

At exactly 6:00, Aunt Rosie nudged me up to get up. But I was already just about awake, since I did go to sleep at 7:30. But anyways, then I got myself out a bed, and took a shower.

Once I got out, I skipped breakfast. I figured that I could get something to eat at school, and I didn't want to spend another meal eating with that family.

So instead, I put my long brown hair up into a braid, grabbed my things, and headed downstairs. I thought I was going to walk to school, but instead my Aunt decided she would drive me…

I sat in the back of the car, with my Aunt driving up front. I was pretty glad my cousin was three years younger than me; I did not want to see him at my school. Hopefully, 8th grade here won't be so bad…

About 5min.s later, we reached the front of the school. I got out of the car, and my aunt called me back to the window. "I hope you were paying attention, because tomorrow you're walkin' to school!" She laughed and drove away. But it didn't bother me, because luckily, I was paying attention.

I paced myself into this huge school! My old school was only one story; this school was like 5 stories high! Looked like an office building or something like that. As I entered the halls, it got bigger and bigger. Stairways everywhere, so many rooms, how was I supposed to find the principals office? Finally, I saw this lady walk by, with long black hair and a yellow shirt and a blue shirt. She looked like a teacher, to me... "Umm… excuse me. Can you tell me where I can find the principal's office?" I asked the lady.

"Yes I can. It's down the hall, and then make a left." She smiled at me. I gave a small smile for thanks, and ran down into the hallway more. Finally, to my left, was the principal's door.

I opened the door slowly, and looked inside. Someone was in there, I'm guessing the principal. This old dude had combed over red hair and a monocle over one of his eyes. He was asleep on the desk. I was a bit, afraid to wake him up. But I needed to get to my class.

I tapped him on the shoulder. "Umm…?" I faintly said. Suddenly, he jumped up into the air. "Ahh," He yelled freakishly. Then, he looked over at me, and gave me a rude stare.

"Oh. Vhat do you vant?" He asked me.

I looked down at the frame that said his name, I think. "Umm… Principal… Rot...wood? I'm new here-"

"Yah yes, you must be that one girl from Missouri." He shook his hand vigorously into the air.

"I think so." I kindly said.

"Vell vhat are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class, hmm?"

I was a bit, confused. "Umm… I don't know my classes…" I said to him.

"Come with me, then." He said. He handed me a piece of paper with a bunch of classes on it in another room. Then, I figured he was taking me to my first period.

Finally, after what seemed like a three mile hike, we made it to the classroom. Rotwood went in first, and I followed. "Listen up you hoodlums!" Suddenly, the whole class was quiet from their conversations. "You have a new student." He said, and then looked at me.

I waved a bit to the whole class. "Hi," I shyly said.

"Now, I need a volunteer to show her around the school?" He spoke again. The actual teacher pointed me to my seat. I sat down, and stared at Principal Rotwood. The class seemed to be silent too, only a cough could be heard. "No, volunteers, eh?" "I warn you I will find someone by the end of today!" He said, and then he made a sharp turn around, and left the classroom.

I looked down at my schedule: First Period Mythology with Mr. Kenton. Made up the name, since I actually don't know who replaced Rotwood's teachings. He was writing on the board, about pixies. But it was obvious to me that this class was a waste of time. None of this existed in real life… except maybe a dragon.

I looked around the class. A lot of the kids were giving me bad looks. But I kind of expected that, being the new student and all. But I decided unlike at my aunt's house, I would try and be social here. I needed to at least talk, in order to make friends.

I turned around to the seat behind me. Sitting there was a girl. She had her blonde hair in a pony tail. I guessed she was on the cheerleading squad, since she had a cheer outfit on. I decided, maybe I'd try and see if we could be friends.

"Hi, I'm Morocca…-" I stared to make out.

The girl looked up at me, and this look was not a friendly one. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't talk to freak-o's!" She said, and then started to laugh. I think she had liked, a group of friends in the back, because they joined in with the laughter. I simply ignored them, and focused on my studies for now on.

Soon after, the bell rang. I walked out, and looked back at my schedule. Second period, Home-Economics with Ms. Park. About another 5 mile run, I made it to her classroom.

I walked through, and stared at my teacher. Hey, it's that lady who helped me in the hall this morning. I thought to myself. She gave me a bright smile, once I entered in.

"Class, I'd like you to meet our newest student, Morocca Jones!" She called out and pointed to me. How the heck did she know my name? "Please make her feel welcomed here!" She said once more. Then she pointed me over to my seat. "Ok class, today you are going to learn the proper way of making cupcakes." She then looked over at a black spiky haired kid in the back of the class.

"Okay, that was one time!!" He yelled out toward her. I had no idea what they were talking about, so I decided I wouldn't try and figure out.

My classes seemed to blow by super fast. But I loved school, so any day of school would go by fast. I still had one problem though; I still didn't make a friend. During lunch, I ate there alone. Eating my sandwich, I watched as everyone had a partner, or a group to hang out with. I hoped that maybe one day that would be me too, as I really wanted to make new friends. I came here alone; I didn't want that to be the same forever…

After my 6 classes, school ended. I read my schedule to find my locker number. I struggled to hold all these cinderblocks they called textbooks in my hand, as they were heavy. I shuffled through each of the books, until I found it: Locker Number 12894. I walked down the stairs, as I knew that my locker was on the first floor. I looked around to each locker, trying to find which one is mine, until suddenly…

I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the people walking in front of me, and I bumped into someone. I dropped my books and things everywhere, and she did the same.

We both fell to the ground. "I am so…so sorry!" I told her, I did not want any enemies at this school. Though, I thought she still might yell at me…

But instead, she just helped me pick up my books. "It's okay; I wasn't payin' attention either…" This African American girl said to me. She had her curly black hair in two pigtails. And she had on a long sleeve shirt with a short-top jacket on. Nice outfit. I thought to myself. But suddenly, she looked up at me. "Hey I know you; you're that new girl like, all my classes!" She exclaimed to me.

I didn't know if she meant that in a rude way, or a friendly way. "Umm… yeah!" I tried to make a conversation. This might be my only chance to make a friend; I better not screw it up!

"Cool, my name is Trixie."

"My name is, Morocca…" I got up trying to balance my textbooks in my hand.

"Ahh, I think you need a locker…?" She said back at me.

Duh I knew that! But I wasn't about to say that to her… "Yeah, I'm trying to find mine right now…" I said instead.

She grabbed my schedule sheet, and looked at my locker number. "It's over here. Let me help yah out…" She said, grabbing a stack of textbooks.

"Thanks." I gave a smile. Finally, I found a friend.

"No problem… if you need to know anything else about the school, don't mind askin' me."

I was a bit excited to here that. "Hey do you skateboard?" She turned around and asked me.

I started to panic again. "Yeah." I lied. I mean, I have skateboarded before, but that was only once. And when I did, my dragon wings came out, and I went zooming down the hill and got myself a scar that's still on my arm. Yes, another bad thing because of these horrid dragon things.

But I couldn't tell my new friend that I couldn't skateboard. What if she decides to not be my friend? Maybe, she only hangs out with skaters? So I decided to lie instead. "Cool, some of my other friends and me are going to the skate park right now to hang. Wanna come?" She grabbed the rest of my books, as I opened up my locker.

"Umm… sure!" I yelled out. Crap, Morocca what did you get yourself into this time!? I was thinking in my mind. I can't skateboard! I'm going to make a fool out of myself. Especially in front of her friends too! But I already did the done, so there's nothing I can do now…

"Alright. Let's rotate then," She said putting on a helmet and holding a skateboard. I followed her down the stairs, as we went to the skate park.

Sometimes, little white lies and ruin a friendship. How is Morocca going to get herself out of this? And can she learn to play the violin, before her next operation!!! (soap opera talk) FIND OUT, NEXT TIME ON... THIS STORY:)