DONT FORGET! AU AND OOC! (sorta)
PART TWO.
CHAPTER ONE - DEGRASSI
August 20, 2012
Monday.
Maya's pov
Beep beep beep, my alarm clock rings causing me to wake from my slumber.
I groan, the constant beeping is starting to annoy me a bit more each and every time it sounds as I am conscious.
I reach my hand out from under the cover and try to turn off beeping alarm that sets on the nightstand next to my bed.
I slam my hand on the clock; the beeping stops.
Thank God!
I slowly sit up in my bed and glance over at the clock. It's 6:01 a.m.
Ugh, I think, I do not want to go to school...
I know I should be excited —today being my first day of high school and all —, but I can honestly say "I am not excited"; not even a little bit.
I rise out of my bed and start my "getting ready" process with a shower.
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I sit in the kitchen, finishing a bowl of Honey Nut Cherrios and waiting for Katie, she's my ride.
I take sip of the milk in my bowl, stand up, and pour it out in the sink.
As I'm setting the dish into the sink, Katie comes into the kitchen.
"Hey," she greets.
"Hey."
"You ready to go?"
I shrug.
"Whaaat," Katie sings. "You're not excited for high school? Being a freshman? Making new friends?"
"No." I respond, flatly.
Katie's face goes blank. "You're such a downer, Maya. C'mon, let's go."
Katie walks to and out the front door; I follow her.
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Katie parks the car in the student parking lot and we get out of the car.
I immediately ditch her and stride to the building.
As I walk, I pass a silver Lexus at the student drop off line, I glance at the car.
Through the glass window, I see a girl with curly dark hair kiss —what appears to be— her mother's cheek.
I look away and continue to walk toward the school.
I turn back to see how far Katie was behind me.
Instead of my eyes finding Katie, they spot the girl who was in the Lexus getting out.
As soon as her face came into my sight, I freeze.
It was Tori; Tori from camp.
I had complete forgot that she lived in Toronto, too.
She makes eye contact with me and she freezes, also.
I'm not sure whether to smile and wave at her, or just keep walking till I'm inside of the school, since me and her were never really "friends"...
She unfreezes, gives me a slight scowl, and begins to walk.
What?
She passes me and goes into the building, not even looking at me, again.
What was that about?
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I go to the locker I was given and look at the combination for it that was written on a small post-it note.
27-49-11.
I open my locker and empty all the contents in my book bag into my locker and overlook my schedule for the day.
Period 1: English CP
Period 2: Global Studies CP
Period 3: Biology H
Period 4: Band
Lunch
Period 5: Gym
Period 6: Geometry H
Period 7: French
I exhale.
Here it goes... my start in high school.
I begin walking to period 1.
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I sit in my english class, staring at my teacher who is writing her name on the whiteboard with a green Expo marker.
Mrs. Jessup, the board read.
Mrs. Jessup turn around to face the class.
"Hello," she greets all of us. "I am Mrs. Jessup, and I will be your new english teacher for the rest your 9th grade year."
"Hello, Mrs. Jessup." We greet her.
She smiles brightly at us, probably surprised that we even greeted her back at all.
"Well," she starts. "Let me just start off by saying 9th grade is the grade that will define you for the rest of your high school need to make a good impression on everyone: classmates, teachers, other students, everyone."
So, these are my classmates..., I think as I look around at all the students in the room with me.
Suddenly, I notice a boy in a plaid shirt, sitting two seats over from me, picking his nose. I cringe.
Ew.
These are the people I must make a good impression on...
If everyone is just as disgusting as him, I think I'll just stick to being a loner - -like last year.
Mrs. Jessup continues, "I figure this year will be hard for all of you. You all will be dealing with tons of homework; you'll be trying making new friends or building even stronger ones with your middle school friends; and most importantly,you all will be trying to figure yourself out. Trying to discover who you want to be as an individual; figuring out who you are."
Hmm.
Q: Who am I?
A: Maya Matlin...the Awesome!
I smile to myself.
"So as your first assignment," Mr. Jessup announces.
We all groan at the word "assignment".
"Aww c'mon," she sighs. "It isn't that bad. For your first assignment, I need you to find a partner and write a letter to them explaining who you are to them. It's a good way to introduce yourself; so, pick someone you don't know."
That'll be easy for me, since I know no one in this room.
But who?
All of the sudden, the boy sitting in front of me turns around and asks, "Hey, do you want to be my partner?"
I look at him. Black hair, green eyes, gorgeous smile.
I nod, "Yeah; sure I'll be your partner."
"Great. What's your name?"
"Maya, and yours?"
"Zig."
Zig?
Where have I heard that name from?
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I tap Zig's shoulder. "You done?" I question.
"Yeah. Let me just finish this last sentence." He scribbles something on his paper and sends it back to me.
I grab his letter and hand him mine.
My letter is pretty long.
I consisted things about me: my passions and goals, my home life, and the things I liked, which I like to call Maya Facts.
I did not dare mention anything about my summer.
I did not mention going to camp, getting sexually harassed by Troy, falling for Cam, learning the truth about him, Cam almost breaking my nose, getting kicked out of camp.
None of that.
I set Zig's letter down onto my desk and begin reading it to myself.
Dear Maya,
Hello, my name is Zigmund Novak, but "Zig" for short. I am 14. I'll be 15 in December. I like to skateboard, hang out with my friends, and play video games. I am a HUGE Call of Duty fan. I would ask if you wanted to play with me on Xbox live, but I doubt you have an Xbox. Another thing about myself, I love music! I listen to pop, hip hop, rock, heavy metal; basically all types...even a bit of country. I play the guitar, and if you ask me, I am awesome at it. Anyways, I am from russian decent. Woohoo! Go Russia! I live with my mom. I graduated 8th grade last year, and so did you. Unless, you got held back and this is your second year in 9th grade but I doubt that because you look young.
I am not sure what else to write so I am just going to ramble. I'll tell you about my summer. I spent most of it out with my friends; we hung out at the skate park and skated. If I wasn't outside skateboarding, I was usually inside my house, either, watching tv, on FaceRange, playing video games, or eating. The Usual.
Later in the summer, maybe 2 weeks ago, I broke up with my girlfriend that I had dated for all of 8th grade. She just got too...scary? Well Bossy. I mean, she was always like that but I would just put up with it, because I loved her, but not so much now, it got too annoying. Well, I don't want to bored you with anymore details about my "love life". So yeah, I am going to finish this now because you were tapping me.
I cant wait to read your letter!
Sincerely,
Zig Novak
I finish the letter.
Zig seems cool; like a potential friend kind of cool.
I tap Zig on the back. "Hey Zigmund, are you finished?"
He turns around to look at me and grins, "No Cello Girl, you wrote a lot."
I smile at him.
I did write a lot.
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