I stopped dead in my tracks. How could I go into school? I looked around for Phoebe, but she had already gone inside.
"Move it, kid"
A snobby eighth grader pushed me aside, and I grunted. Another brushed past me, causing me to fall backward a little.
"You okay?"
I looked beside me to see a girl with auburn hair and gray eyes. She was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, and her shoes were these awesome blue slides that pulled the look together. She smiled to show me perfect teeth, and I smiled back.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Well, that's good. I'm Naomi, by the way," she said and we started walking.
"I'm Rhonda. You starting 7th grade too?"
"Don't I look the part? You know, the shrimpy new girl…a lot like you I guess. What elementary school are you from?"
I didn't know whether to laugh or be insulted about the shrimpy new girl thing, so I shrugged it off. "P.S. 118, you?"
"P.S. 119."
We walked towards the gymnasium, where we could have a brief orientation before we headed off to our homerooms. The place was packed…there were at least two hundred new seventh graders ready for their first day of school. "Wanna sit with me?" Naomi asked, and I nodded with a smile. Was it this easy to make new friends?
I sat down next to her on the bleachers, also next to some guy who smelled like bacon, and waited for the principal to calm the place down.
"Students…students…STUDENTS!" the skinny, pointy nosed woman roared as the gym came to a hush. I saw a paper airplane fly down to the floor, and a familiar annoying trio of laughs. The principal looked at the airplane, grabbed it, crumpled it up, and narrowed her eyes to the top of the bleachers.
"You three…yes you. Come down here this instant."
I watched with embarrassment as my three friends, Harold, Stinky, and Sid, tromped down the bleachers, mumbling and blushing.
"Do you know where you're at, gentleman?"
"School?" a confused Harold said, and the gym laughed.
"No doubt boy, but have you any idea what KIND of school you're at?"
"Um, junior high?" Stinky said, and the principal smiled gently.
"My, my- you boys do catch on quickly. Do you know what would be a wise lesson for you three to learn at this moment?"
"Not to come back to school?" Harold asked and the gym laughed again. He smiled back, looking proud about his dumb remark, but lost his smile when the principal gave him a cold stare.
"Try again, young man. How about you? Do you know what lesson?" she said and glared at Sid. He blushed fiercely, and looked at his new shoes. Long gone were the beetle boots, now he wore new sneakers with street flare.
"No more paper airplanes?"
"Good idea! Now, you three, I want you to make fifty paper airplanes each by tomorrow for your homeroom teachers…then I want to see no more of this childish behavior. You are seventh graders at MY junior high, and I will not have the Three Stooges marching around my school. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The three nodded and headed back up the bleachers. After the principal watched them make their journey back up, she turned towards the rest of the student body. She smiled and cleared her throat. "Well then students, welcome to Junior High." She cleared her throat again and began her speech.
"As your fellow classmates have demonstrated, I hope you understand there is no misconduct at this school. You are young adults now, there is no time to be fooling around with your friends. Everything must be taken seriously…especially your behavior.
I am Ms. Glennda Merchant, and I'm going to be your principal for the next two years. I want to be your friend, but believe me, I can be your mortal enemy. Now, I'm sure some of you are quite nervous about your first day. I am here to assure you there is absolutely NOTHING to be frightened about. Your teachers and fellow peers are here to help you throughout your first week, so please don't be shy to ask them for assistance. Now, if you would please go to homerooms, according to your previous elementary school*
(A/N- okay…I don't think they actually do this, but this is the only way I could get the P.S. 118 gang together! Haha, just work with me here!), you will receive schedules for the following year. Good luck, and welcome to Hillwood Junior High."
I said my good-byes to Naomi, and headed towards room B-6. When I got there, half the class had already arrived. There was a short teacher with brown hair hovering over her desk, waiting for everyone to arrive. I walked in to find not only was Phoebe and Lila already in the room, but also Arnold.
And next to Arnold?
An empty desk.
*~okay…things getting better? Haha, sorry if the principal sounds like a troll. Reminds me of my middle school principal…haha well anyway…keep reading and thanks for the great reviews!~*
"Move it, kid"
A snobby eighth grader pushed me aside, and I grunted. Another brushed past me, causing me to fall backward a little.
"You okay?"
I looked beside me to see a girl with auburn hair and gray eyes. She was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, and her shoes were these awesome blue slides that pulled the look together. She smiled to show me perfect teeth, and I smiled back.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Well, that's good. I'm Naomi, by the way," she said and we started walking.
"I'm Rhonda. You starting 7th grade too?"
"Don't I look the part? You know, the shrimpy new girl…a lot like you I guess. What elementary school are you from?"
I didn't know whether to laugh or be insulted about the shrimpy new girl thing, so I shrugged it off. "P.S. 118, you?"
"P.S. 119."
We walked towards the gymnasium, where we could have a brief orientation before we headed off to our homerooms. The place was packed…there were at least two hundred new seventh graders ready for their first day of school. "Wanna sit with me?" Naomi asked, and I nodded with a smile. Was it this easy to make new friends?
I sat down next to her on the bleachers, also next to some guy who smelled like bacon, and waited for the principal to calm the place down.
"Students…students…STUDENTS!" the skinny, pointy nosed woman roared as the gym came to a hush. I saw a paper airplane fly down to the floor, and a familiar annoying trio of laughs. The principal looked at the airplane, grabbed it, crumpled it up, and narrowed her eyes to the top of the bleachers.
"You three…yes you. Come down here this instant."
I watched with embarrassment as my three friends, Harold, Stinky, and Sid, tromped down the bleachers, mumbling and blushing.
"Do you know where you're at, gentleman?"
"School?" a confused Harold said, and the gym laughed.
"No doubt boy, but have you any idea what KIND of school you're at?"
"Um, junior high?" Stinky said, and the principal smiled gently.
"My, my- you boys do catch on quickly. Do you know what would be a wise lesson for you three to learn at this moment?"
"Not to come back to school?" Harold asked and the gym laughed again. He smiled back, looking proud about his dumb remark, but lost his smile when the principal gave him a cold stare.
"Try again, young man. How about you? Do you know what lesson?" she said and glared at Sid. He blushed fiercely, and looked at his new shoes. Long gone were the beetle boots, now he wore new sneakers with street flare.
"No more paper airplanes?"
"Good idea! Now, you three, I want you to make fifty paper airplanes each by tomorrow for your homeroom teachers…then I want to see no more of this childish behavior. You are seventh graders at MY junior high, and I will not have the Three Stooges marching around my school. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The three nodded and headed back up the bleachers. After the principal watched them make their journey back up, she turned towards the rest of the student body. She smiled and cleared her throat. "Well then students, welcome to Junior High." She cleared her throat again and began her speech.
"As your fellow classmates have demonstrated, I hope you understand there is no misconduct at this school. You are young adults now, there is no time to be fooling around with your friends. Everything must be taken seriously…especially your behavior.
I am Ms. Glennda Merchant, and I'm going to be your principal for the next two years. I want to be your friend, but believe me, I can be your mortal enemy. Now, I'm sure some of you are quite nervous about your first day. I am here to assure you there is absolutely NOTHING to be frightened about. Your teachers and fellow peers are here to help you throughout your first week, so please don't be shy to ask them for assistance. Now, if you would please go to homerooms, according to your previous elementary school*
(A/N- okay…I don't think they actually do this, but this is the only way I could get the P.S. 118 gang together! Haha, just work with me here!), you will receive schedules for the following year. Good luck, and welcome to Hillwood Junior High."
I said my good-byes to Naomi, and headed towards room B-6. When I got there, half the class had already arrived. There was a short teacher with brown hair hovering over her desk, waiting for everyone to arrive. I walked in to find not only was Phoebe and Lila already in the room, but also Arnold.
And next to Arnold?
An empty desk.
*~okay…things getting better? Haha, sorry if the principal sounds like a troll. Reminds me of my middle school principal…haha well anyway…keep reading and thanks for the great reviews!~*