Seventh Grade…The First Day

A/N: Misty is finally in Mabel Island, It is still from her POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, well duh, I'm thirteen years old!

It was finally time for me to go to this new home, I have to admit, I didn't like it. I still don't! When school started, I had to go to my cluster office and get my schedule, unfortunately, the computer thought I was an eighth grader and put me into eighth grade classes except for my mixed ones. I walked around to find my class using the map I got, this was the biggest middle school I've been to in all my life. First up were Language and then History. My first two classes made me embarrassed because everyone was looking at me. The girl next to me was a cheerleader and was a really short one too. Not to mention attitude problem! When the first period bell rang for us to go to our second class, I knew that I was in the same class as before but I didn't know it was everyone else's too except for the academic assistant's.

Break came and I was planning to meet this eighth grade girl in front of the gym. She was new to this school too and found me in front of my first period class. When I got there, we ended up hanging out with some girls in her first two classes. My friend's name was Julie. She's very likable and is engaged to her 18 year old boyfriend. There were eight other girls we were hanging out with, all in eighth grade. I ended up just listening, they kept saying that we don't talk a lot but it's because we have nothing to say about their topics, usually about boys. They talked about the strangest subjects that day that I was so glad when the bell rang. I really wanted to go back to Cerulean, I missed it so much!

I was put into Mrs. Cole's science class, room 103. She was talking about Neutrons and a whole bunch of stuff I didn't understand. Then she finally asked if we were all eighth graders, I raised my hand saying I was a seventh grader. It took her thirty minutes to finish her lesson on something before I finally moved to a seventh grade class, the worst science class ever! All the seventh and eighth graders hate this teacher because he never gives us homework like a normal science teacher and all we do is drawings, exams, quizzes on the same day we just learned the stuff on the quiz, vocabulary which we turned in after we finished definitions which we didn't even remember, watch a video and write twenty five names of animals in it or else ten facts, reading assignments that didn't help us at all, and whole bunch of other junk that was absolutely no use to our knowledge of science. I found out that there were a lot of preps in my science class and couldn't really care. That class was wild, I was sitting next to two jackasses who wouldn't stop bugging me. The bell rang and I was happy to leave.

This was my elective class, choir. I would have taken band just to not waste the money spent on my clarinet but I always loved to sing. I'm a pretty good singer but it's stage fright that always gets to me, even when only three people are listening to me. With the choir group, it was no problem, it was the solos that got me. My choir was called the Treble Clef Chorale. We were the last choir period, second best in all three girl choirs, but only Concert Choir could sing with the Tenor Bass Chorale (the guys) since they're the best. The last is Soprano Alto Chorale, the last girl choir with the last place voices compared to Concert and Treble Clef. The good thing was that my group had the best looking uniform, navy blue dresses. We almost had to wear the red ones that are extremely ugly. Instead, the Soprano Alto got it, and Concert got black, the newest uniform design. We were the newest choir so it really wasn't fair, someone shouted new choir new dresses! I totally agreed, but she didn't buy it. Hey, at least we got the best uniform as I said before. We ended up spending the entire period doing that so it really wasn't much help.

Lunch came, and we left the building. I went back to the place by the gym to meet the people I hung out with at break. I took out my bagel and started nibbling on it, I really didn't want anyone see me eating a bagel because it was a really ugly one, and the eighth grade girls looked like the kind of people who'd make fun of me, but I was hungry, the good thing is that they didn't make fun of me. I couldn't buy lunch because I didn't know where the cafeteria was, we're not even allowed to eat in the cafeteria. The only thing there was the main lunch line. Anyway, my new friends were very sharing, they share drinks, food, lots of things. They give out pictures to each other, and I recently took pictures in the summer, so I was planning to bring them to school and give them a picture with my friend, it had a blue background with the Chinese word love, and some bamboo behind. I got two pictures from the oldest girl there, they were kind of slutty but as long as they included me as one of them, I was fine with it.

I wasn't all that happy to go to Algebra because math I my most disliked subject. I'd rather go to Alvarado even though it has better standards in academic than sports. This school supported sports more. So Alvarado work is harder, but when I reached my Algebra class, I almost completely fell asleep. We had homework on the first day of school on worksheets we weren't even allowed to crinkle up and throw away. We couldn't even write on it, we were only going to use it once. I was right in front of the teacher's desk, and I fell asleep trying to stay awake.

I was glad that the period was over so I could finally go to PE. When I got there, I found out that my PE teacher is a very bullying and one of those that make fun of the students that push each other around, especially the girls. I was yelled at for not knowing where to sit. My schedule said he was a seventh and eighth grade teacher but my class was just eighth graders, I didn't tell him that I was in seventh grade because I didn't know until like a week later but I didn't care anymore. Only two students knew I was I seventh grade then and they didn't tell the teachers so I could stay. We didn't do anything that day but stay in the gym until school was over. We were waiting for our PE clothes. I had to go home and was glad about it. My name is Misty Waterflower, this is where it really starts…

A/N: Flame me, go ahead, it doesn't matter to me, please check back again for this story if you're interested, I will try to continue as soon as possible, but I don't have much time so it'll take time.