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Chapter Ten: Emily's First Class

"The difference between school and life? In school you're taught a lesson then given a test, in life you're given a test that teaches a lesson." -Tom Bodett

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After Mike and Brad left it was just Emily and Ashley. "Hurry up," Ashley said.

Emily hurried to keep up with her. They exited the building and walked across the neat lawn of the school to another building. Ashley didn't say anything as they walked.

"What grade are you in?"Emily asked.

"I'm a junior."

"Me too."

"I really don't care."

Emily was a bit taken aback by her response. She decided to ignore it and just followed her to the class. The walked into the building. The walls had pictures that were painted, drawn, ect. They walked up to a door and Ashley walked in. Emily followed.

They entered an art class. There were tables with kids painting at them. The teacher, a nice looking woman, was monitoring them. Ashley went to a table, leaving Emily standing in the door. She stood there unsure for a moment, then approached the teacher.

"Hi, my name is Emily. I'm new in this class."

"Welcome Emily. It's nice to see new faces. My name is Mrs. Sheldon. We were just beginning our work for the day. We're painting today. Just grab a piece of paper, and a seat, then paint."

"Ok," Emily said. She grabbed a piece of paper and sat at the table on front of where Ashley was with two other girls. They chatted as they painted. Emily wasn't sure what to paint. She started just painting something, thinking she would decide what it was later. She heard Ashley laughing about something.

"She's so annoying. I can't believe my punishment is to show stupid newbies to class," she was saying.

Emily felt a prickling feeling on the back of her neck. They were talking about her.

"She was probably lost with out you, Ash," one of the other girls said.

"Yeah, she looks like she's really stupid. Her hair is unbelievably ugly."

"You mean like her?" Ashley asked. The three of them started laughing. Emily tried to ignore them. Her hand started to shake. Just ignore them. They don't know what they're talking about. Just ignore them. She went back to painting, but their voices came to her loud and clear.

"You should see her friends, they looked completely lost."

"Probably from some small stupid school where everyone knows everyone."

"Were there any guys?" one of the girls asked.

"Yeah, but they were all seniors. Except one, but he's ugly."

Emily resisted the urge to turn around and smack them. They turned their conversation to other subjects. She continued to paint. Some time later the girls were walking by her, when Ashley knocked paint over, ruining Emily's painting.

"Hey," Emily said. "You didn't need it do that."

"I know. I wanted to."

"Why would you do that? You don't even know me!"

"So? I can do whatever I want. No one is going to stop me because my brother is on the varsity football team. Get me in trouble, or mess with me, and he'll come after you."

"You're a jerk and a coward who hides behind other people."

"You're a stupid blonde slut who doesn't know who she's dealing with."

Emily was at a loss for words. She'd been called many things in her life, but a slut was not one of them. She noticed a girl nearby. The girl was looking at them, but she didn't say anything. Emily noticed her with a can and pour whatever was in it onto three seats. Then she spread some feathers on top. Ashley walked away with her friends. The girl went back to her table.

Ashley and her friends sat down in their seats. The girl walked by them. Suddenly her arm jerked out, spilling paint all over Ashley's pants. "Hey!" She pushed the other girl into a rack. "What gives you freak!?"

Emily noticed something on Ashley's butt. The girl smiled.

"What...what's that...behind...you?"

Ashley looked around and saw her butt. They were feathers glued to it. "You freak! What did you do?"

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Sheldon said coming over to them.

Ashley's friends got up and Emily started laughing.

"What are you laughing at slut?" one of them asked.

"Hayley. That's not very nice," Mrs. Sheldon said. "Now, what happened?"

"She spilled paint all over me!" Ashley said indicating the girl.

"It...was...a...mu...muscle...spasm."

Mrs. Sheldon shook her head. "It was just an accident Ashley. Now why don't you and your friends go get cleaned up."

"We're fine," Hayley said, flipping her black ponytail. "Aren't we Amanda?"

"Yeah, that retard didn't spill anything on us," Amanda agreed straightening her curly ginger hair in it's ponytail.

"Look behind you," Emily said.

They did and screamed.

"Freak!"

"Klutz!"

"Retard!"

"That's enough from you girls! Now go get cleaned up and head straight to the principal's office. All of you, now!"

They left the classroom grumbling. Emily felt a feeling of victory and turned to the other girl, but she was gone. Emily went back to her ruined painting and discovered someone had replaced hers with a beautiful painting of a mountainside. She looked around, but everyone was still working. Then she saw the quiet girl. She had sand colored hair and was painting, but it looked like she'd just started it. Emily smiled.

"Time to pick up class," the teacher said.

Everyone began to pick up their area. Emily put her paints away and washed her used paintbrushes, then walked up to where the other girl was. "Hi," she said. "I'm..."

The bell rang and the girl left the classroom. "That was strange," Emily said. "She didn't eve give me a chance to say thank you."

She looked at her schedule. She walked up to Mrs. Sheldon. "Excuse me, but where is music class?"

"On the third floor. Just go up the stairs and its the second door on the left."

"Ok. Thank you," she said as she left. Wonder if anyone else had to deal with mean girls on their first day.

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