HP at CMS Part 2
Mrs. Flowers (I've always loved her name) was talking about sperm cells in science that day, which made, personally, my skin crawl. I didn't think that that should be discussed in a public school with a co-ed class, but that was just me.
My hair had managed to escape me again, and I had gotten Laura to put it back up, even though it was difficult for her as her hair is so cooperative and she wasn't used to my flyaways.
I, Thank God, did NOT sit on the back row, and was happy when the two new kids were placed back there (mostly because everywhere else was taken).
Though, I DID sit in the coldest seat in the classroom, and I shivered throughout the entire lesson periodically.
Smiling over at Laura, I thought about my next story I would write, It was only in the forming, but It wasn't so bad so far, I was pretty sure that it would be a smash hit in Language Arts class, but I could've been wrong.
"Now," Mrs. Flowers said, "I want you to divide into groups of four." A GROUP ACTIVITY! I loved group activities. They were like salvation from taking notes.
I quickly dodged across the room and sat behind Laura, her seat is on the backrow.
We SOMEHOW ended grouped up with the new red head, and Starlah, I didn't mind so much Starlah, because she was my friend, but the guy, Ron, scared me quite frankly.
Laura was being pushy and sort of driftyish as usual, getting snappy quite often, and then she told me my hair was falling out again. Starlah, as usual decided to copy my answers instead of helping with the experiment, and Ron, he was sort of quiet, but he was a help.
I, quite out-of-character, was day dreaming, about Derek. He's really sweet.
I dropped a pair of tweezers, and bent to pick them up, but apparently, Ron had too, because as soon as I had started back up, I bumped my head into his.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed hurted, "Sorry," I mumbled, then went back to work. Laura giggled, I glared at her, and she continued to giggle, less annoyingly.
"Stupid muggle," I could hardly make out the words, but that was what he said 'stupid muggle', whatever that meant...
"I'm not sure, does this one go here, or here?" I asked, I had found that everyone wanted to lay back while I worked, instead of helping.
"Of course it goes there..." Ron mumbled, apparently not caring.
"WELL!" I huffed, "If I never met a ruder person than you, I'd be happier than... than..." problem with me is, I can always think up insults, but I can never deliver them properly, I always trip up over my words.
"Robin, Robin, Robin," Laura said, apparently ammused, "You needn't even try to insult people, you KNOW you're no good at it."
I grumbled something in return, but she didn't hear it, and I, personally was glad.
After a while of hesitant silence, the bell rang, and we headed out to the busses. I hurried off as usual, trying to reach the bus as quickly as possible, when I tripped over something---correction, someone. Trouble with me is, when I walk, I don't look down-forward, I look straight-forward, therefore, often walk into things that would have been in plain view had I been looking at my feet. I once walked into the janitor cart, and dropped my books into it. My books got all soggy and disgusting too.
"I'm SO sorry," I tried, but then, as I would have my luck, I stopped and glared. It was Ron. He was REALLY starting to annoy me.
"That's all right," he said, almost kindly.
"I'll be off then," I ended the conversion with a bit of arogance and walked loftily to my bus.
Mrs. Flowers (I've always loved her name) was talking about sperm cells in science that day, which made, personally, my skin crawl. I didn't think that that should be discussed in a public school with a co-ed class, but that was just me.
My hair had managed to escape me again, and I had gotten Laura to put it back up, even though it was difficult for her as her hair is so cooperative and she wasn't used to my flyaways.
I, Thank God, did NOT sit on the back row, and was happy when the two new kids were placed back there (mostly because everywhere else was taken).
Though, I DID sit in the coldest seat in the classroom, and I shivered throughout the entire lesson periodically.
Smiling over at Laura, I thought about my next story I would write, It was only in the forming, but It wasn't so bad so far, I was pretty sure that it would be a smash hit in Language Arts class, but I could've been wrong.
"Now," Mrs. Flowers said, "I want you to divide into groups of four." A GROUP ACTIVITY! I loved group activities. They were like salvation from taking notes.
I quickly dodged across the room and sat behind Laura, her seat is on the backrow.
We SOMEHOW ended grouped up with the new red head, and Starlah, I didn't mind so much Starlah, because she was my friend, but the guy, Ron, scared me quite frankly.
Laura was being pushy and sort of driftyish as usual, getting snappy quite often, and then she told me my hair was falling out again. Starlah, as usual decided to copy my answers instead of helping with the experiment, and Ron, he was sort of quiet, but he was a help.
I, quite out-of-character, was day dreaming, about Derek. He's really sweet.
I dropped a pair of tweezers, and bent to pick them up, but apparently, Ron had too, because as soon as I had started back up, I bumped my head into his.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed hurted, "Sorry," I mumbled, then went back to work. Laura giggled, I glared at her, and she continued to giggle, less annoyingly.
"Stupid muggle," I could hardly make out the words, but that was what he said 'stupid muggle', whatever that meant...
"I'm not sure, does this one go here, or here?" I asked, I had found that everyone wanted to lay back while I worked, instead of helping.
"Of course it goes there..." Ron mumbled, apparently not caring.
"WELL!" I huffed, "If I never met a ruder person than you, I'd be happier than... than..." problem with me is, I can always think up insults, but I can never deliver them properly, I always trip up over my words.
"Robin, Robin, Robin," Laura said, apparently ammused, "You needn't even try to insult people, you KNOW you're no good at it."
I grumbled something in return, but she didn't hear it, and I, personally was glad.
After a while of hesitant silence, the bell rang, and we headed out to the busses. I hurried off as usual, trying to reach the bus as quickly as possible, when I tripped over something---correction, someone. Trouble with me is, when I walk, I don't look down-forward, I look straight-forward, therefore, often walk into things that would have been in plain view had I been looking at my feet. I once walked into the janitor cart, and dropped my books into it. My books got all soggy and disgusting too.
"I'm SO sorry," I tried, but then, as I would have my luck, I stopped and glared. It was Ron. He was REALLY starting to annoy me.
"That's all right," he said, almost kindly.
"I'll be off then," I ended the conversion with a bit of arogance and walked loftily to my bus.