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To 2001!
Chapter 12
The sun streamed into my window. I blinked. It looked perfect outside. Maybe it'd be all right to go to the pool or something. But there was always the dream. Did it mean something? I was almost fearing finding out. But I looked at the clock.
"Noon?!" I yelped. Well, I had done it now. I slept until noon, for the first and hopefully last time in my life. I put on a pair of red shorts, a sleeveless, red-and-white striped shirt and pulled my hair into a ponytail. My feet slid into my flip flops and I darted down the hallway.
"You guys! You let me sleep?" I shouted at Danny and Allen, who were sitting at the kitchen table playing with plastic cowboys and Indians. They looked up, alarmed.
"Are we in trouble, Skye?" Allen asked fearfully. I shrugged.
"Only if you think not getting up to our schools in time is a bad thing," I said. "Enrollment day?" I said, seeing his questioning look. His eyes flew open and he yelped.
"That's today? It's only August 1st!" he said. I groaned. "Oh!" he said, finally seeing what was marked under today's date on our calendar. I nodded.
"Now go get dressed!" I said, gesturing like mad down the hallway. "And try to wear a 'school spirit' shirt." He grimaced, thinking of the cheap t-shirts the school sold. "And you get dressed too," I said to Danny. And then it came to me. "Where are Evelyn and Rafe?"
"They're watering the flowers on the deck," he said, pointing. My face was sure to be contorted in horror. I ran to the back deck.
"What the heck?" I screamed. There was more water on the deck that there was on the plants! Rafe and Evelyn looked guilty.
"We tried, really!" Evelyn piped up in a shrill voice. I held up my hand.
"Whatever. Just get dressed," I said, grimacing at them when I saw they were in their pajamas. Lucky for us, plants blocked them from view. I headed inside, followed by the two plant-waterers. And the minute I stepped in, I saw Allen, completely dressed.
"An Eminem t-shirt? Where the heck did you get that?" I screeched loudly.
"I made it with a transfer. Mom said I could," he explained in his cheerful manner.
"No, no, no! What will your new teacher say? What will the PRINCIPAL say?" I asked. "You're only in the fifth grade! Now go put on you nice little red shirt." He threw a fit, his smile turning into a frown, but I pointed him down the hall.
Then Danny arrived in a white t-shirt and green shorts. I clapped my hands.
"Good, good!" I said happily. He smiled.
"But Rafe needs help finding something, and so does Evelyn," he told me. I nodded and made my way down the hall. When I opened the door to my parents room, they were both still in their pajamas, looking in closets and drawers. I shook my head, actually finding humor in it (for once).
"OK, OK, here." I dove into the closet and handed Rafe a Kansas City Chiefs T-shirt and a pair of yellow shorts. Then I handed Evelyn a flowered shirt and some denim shorts and left. I gave them their shoes (which thankfully looked decent enough to be shoes from 2001) and socks and went to see what Allen was wearing.
I opened the door to his room and was greeted by a rush of cartoon-y music from a video game. He sat, concentrating hard on making sure a little blue man didn't fall off of a moving car. He was wearing a lame gray shirt with a smiling yellow and blue hawk on it, winking obnoxiously at me (or so it looked).
"It's time to go," I said, making him jump, but he shut off the game and stood up. I saw that he was wearing his black sandals and nodded. I got the house key and our checkbook and we headed outside and to the garage. We got our bikes and started riding to Allen's elementary school.
Well, it was mayhem when we were at the end of the street. Rafe saw a squirrel and tried to chase it. He rode right into the middle of the street, where and on coming car was. The driver slammed on his brakes and shook his fist at Rafe. Needless to say, we were out of there pretty quick. The backpack I had made myself put on to carry our stuff itched my back terribly, and by the time we were there, I was thankful to get it off.
We walked into the air condition goodness of the school and were greeted by a big blue poster that said what classes everyone was in.
"Go see which one you're in," I told Allen.
"Mr. James!" he cried after a few minutes of searching. Mr. James was my fifth grade teacher also. I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked to where we had to enroll. A few teachers sat at a desk.
"Skye! Hello!" Mrs. G. said to me. I waved.
"Hello, Mrs. G.," I said. She handed me Allen's emergency contact information list and pointed towards a table for us to sit at. I smiled and took the booklets and things that I knew we'd need.
"OK, Mom's phone number at work..." I mumbled as I filled it out. Rafe watched with interest. But then I was finished. I took the checkbook out of our backpack and went up to pay for the lunch money. Mom and Dad had left me a bunch of blank checks to use for this if they weren't home.
After I was greeted by the teachers at this station, I moved along after giving them a check also.
But after talking to the school nurse, it was time for me to enroll at the junior high in the seventh grade. I hopped on my bike, all of the elementary school stuff shoved in there. My feet worked furiously as I pedaled my bike towards the school. It was surprising, but everyone was keeping up with me, and in what seemed like no time at all, we were there.
I opened the door and smelled the pool as I walked towards the commons. I started by meeting the vice principal. He gave me another emergency contact sheet and a technology contract. I filled them out quickly and went to the PTO booth. I din't sign my parents up for anything, but I did have to take all of the "required flyers."
Then I had my picture taken for my ID card. I signed up for a bus pass, and then I got my schedule. I paid in advance for a yearbook and athletic pass and my gym outfit. And then it was time to leave.
"Let's go to Sombrero's!" Allen said.
"OK." But if only we knew what we were getting into...
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More later!
To 2001!
Chapter 12
The sun streamed into my window. I blinked. It looked perfect outside. Maybe it'd be all right to go to the pool or something. But there was always the dream. Did it mean something? I was almost fearing finding out. But I looked at the clock.
"Noon?!" I yelped. Well, I had done it now. I slept until noon, for the first and hopefully last time in my life. I put on a pair of red shorts, a sleeveless, red-and-white striped shirt and pulled my hair into a ponytail. My feet slid into my flip flops and I darted down the hallway.
"You guys! You let me sleep?" I shouted at Danny and Allen, who were sitting at the kitchen table playing with plastic cowboys and Indians. They looked up, alarmed.
"Are we in trouble, Skye?" Allen asked fearfully. I shrugged.
"Only if you think not getting up to our schools in time is a bad thing," I said. "Enrollment day?" I said, seeing his questioning look. His eyes flew open and he yelped.
"That's today? It's only August 1st!" he said. I groaned. "Oh!" he said, finally seeing what was marked under today's date on our calendar. I nodded.
"Now go get dressed!" I said, gesturing like mad down the hallway. "And try to wear a 'school spirit' shirt." He grimaced, thinking of the cheap t-shirts the school sold. "And you get dressed too," I said to Danny. And then it came to me. "Where are Evelyn and Rafe?"
"They're watering the flowers on the deck," he said, pointing. My face was sure to be contorted in horror. I ran to the back deck.
"What the heck?" I screamed. There was more water on the deck that there was on the plants! Rafe and Evelyn looked guilty.
"We tried, really!" Evelyn piped up in a shrill voice. I held up my hand.
"Whatever. Just get dressed," I said, grimacing at them when I saw they were in their pajamas. Lucky for us, plants blocked them from view. I headed inside, followed by the two plant-waterers. And the minute I stepped in, I saw Allen, completely dressed.
"An Eminem t-shirt? Where the heck did you get that?" I screeched loudly.
"I made it with a transfer. Mom said I could," he explained in his cheerful manner.
"No, no, no! What will your new teacher say? What will the PRINCIPAL say?" I asked. "You're only in the fifth grade! Now go put on you nice little red shirt." He threw a fit, his smile turning into a frown, but I pointed him down the hall.
Then Danny arrived in a white t-shirt and green shorts. I clapped my hands.
"Good, good!" I said happily. He smiled.
"But Rafe needs help finding something, and so does Evelyn," he told me. I nodded and made my way down the hall. When I opened the door to my parents room, they were both still in their pajamas, looking in closets and drawers. I shook my head, actually finding humor in it (for once).
"OK, OK, here." I dove into the closet and handed Rafe a Kansas City Chiefs T-shirt and a pair of yellow shorts. Then I handed Evelyn a flowered shirt and some denim shorts and left. I gave them their shoes (which thankfully looked decent enough to be shoes from 2001) and socks and went to see what Allen was wearing.
I opened the door to his room and was greeted by a rush of cartoon-y music from a video game. He sat, concentrating hard on making sure a little blue man didn't fall off of a moving car. He was wearing a lame gray shirt with a smiling yellow and blue hawk on it, winking obnoxiously at me (or so it looked).
"It's time to go," I said, making him jump, but he shut off the game and stood up. I saw that he was wearing his black sandals and nodded. I got the house key and our checkbook and we headed outside and to the garage. We got our bikes and started riding to Allen's elementary school.
Well, it was mayhem when we were at the end of the street. Rafe saw a squirrel and tried to chase it. He rode right into the middle of the street, where and on coming car was. The driver slammed on his brakes and shook his fist at Rafe. Needless to say, we were out of there pretty quick. The backpack I had made myself put on to carry our stuff itched my back terribly, and by the time we were there, I was thankful to get it off.
We walked into the air condition goodness of the school and were greeted by a big blue poster that said what classes everyone was in.
"Go see which one you're in," I told Allen.
"Mr. James!" he cried after a few minutes of searching. Mr. James was my fifth grade teacher also. I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked to where we had to enroll. A few teachers sat at a desk.
"Skye! Hello!" Mrs. G. said to me. I waved.
"Hello, Mrs. G.," I said. She handed me Allen's emergency contact information list and pointed towards a table for us to sit at. I smiled and took the booklets and things that I knew we'd need.
"OK, Mom's phone number at work..." I mumbled as I filled it out. Rafe watched with interest. But then I was finished. I took the checkbook out of our backpack and went up to pay for the lunch money. Mom and Dad had left me a bunch of blank checks to use for this if they weren't home.
After I was greeted by the teachers at this station, I moved along after giving them a check also.
But after talking to the school nurse, it was time for me to enroll at the junior high in the seventh grade. I hopped on my bike, all of the elementary school stuff shoved in there. My feet worked furiously as I pedaled my bike towards the school. It was surprising, but everyone was keeping up with me, and in what seemed like no time at all, we were there.
I opened the door and smelled the pool as I walked towards the commons. I started by meeting the vice principal. He gave me another emergency contact sheet and a technology contract. I filled them out quickly and went to the PTO booth. I din't sign my parents up for anything, but I did have to take all of the "required flyers."
Then I had my picture taken for my ID card. I signed up for a bus pass, and then I got my schedule. I paid in advance for a yearbook and athletic pass and my gym outfit. And then it was time to leave.
"Let's go to Sombrero's!" Allen said.
"OK." But if only we knew what we were getting into...
*********************
More later!