Thanks to my reviewers. Now, a little note about the pennies. In some
high schools, the upperclassmen throw pennies and other coins at the new
freshmen during the school day. It's kinda an initiation almost. PLEASE
REVIEW!!!!!!!!
'No way can this be happening.'
"Well, Elizabeth, I see we are sitting next to each other and are lab partners. How fortunate."
Lizzie noticed Kate's hair was styled into a very short feather cut. "I see you fixed your hair in the past two weeks."
"Did you really expect me to keep that rat's nest that little witch, Mindy or whatever her name was gave me? I don't think so."
Lizzie glanced down at her desk grinning. That had been the greatest moment ever, seeing Kate walk around camp with her hair all chopped off. "No, can't say I did."
"And I'll have you know your little friend ruined a two hundred dollar dress as well. I was planning on wearing it to Homecoming, as a cheerleader I am expected to go. Now I have to buy a new one, thanks to her."
"Oh, too bad."
"Girls!" the teacher, Ms. Brigs yelled. "Please be a little quieter. We're trying to go over the class syllabus."
"Sorry," Lizzie whispered.
"Now, for our first activity, you and your new lab partner will get to know each other. We're going to play a little game, and the winner gets homework passes."
"We had better win," Kate muttered, "I need the passes with cheerleading."
"Okay, take out a sheet of looseleaf and label each line with a letter of the alphabet. Your assignment is to come up with as many fruits and vegetables as you can till you complete the alphabet. Most words wins! Okay, go!"
"Apples," Kate hissed at Lizzie, who was writing. "Bananas, carrots, oh, what begins with d?"
"Dates," Lizzie whispered. "That's a fruit."
"What? No, it's not. Date is what you do on Fridays and Saturdays, duh."
"It's a fruit!" "No, Lizzie, don't write it. Just because you never have had one doesn't mean you should start obsessing over dates."
"Excuse me? I have had a date before, thank you very much. It's a word, and I am writing it!"
"No, you're not," Kate snapped, and tried to grab the paper away. Lizzie pulled back, but Kate pulled even harder. Lizzie yanked back, and Kate tugged on it, when the paper ripped in half.
"KATE!" Lizzie hissed.
"Oops," Kate snickered.
The two lost of course. Lizzie was enraged that Kate would do that, but she had to deal with it. After thirty more minutes of Biology, the bell rang, and Lizzie and Miranda walked out together. "What's next?" Lizzie asked Miranda.
"English. You have World History, right?"
"Yeah."
The two parted and Lizzie wandered off toward the classroom. The teachers had placed signs up during first period, so now she knew where she was going. She wandered into the classroom, and was greeted by no one she knew. She was obviously the only one from her junior high in the class. She stood at the side of the room until the bell rang. Lizzie waited, feeling bored, while the teacher assigned seats. When she was sitting, she found herself next to a girl named Dana.
The teacher wrote a name on the board. "My name is Mrs. Drogs. I will be your World History teacher this year. World History is a fun, interesting class, which I love teaching. I especially love teaching Freshmen. Freshmen walk in here, so young, looking so fearful. It's great watching you kids change over the year. At the end, you all walk out seasoned high schoolers, and I love it."
'She has got to be kidding,' Lizzie thought.
The teacher lectured till there were five minutes left in the period. "I'll now give you some time to get to know your neighbors."
Lizzie looked at the girl next to her. "Hi, I'm Lizzie," Lizzie said with a grin.
"Dana." Dana had dark hair and blue eyes. "How's your day been so far?"
"Oh gosh, the upperclassmen threw pennies and I got lost. I paid for directions that were totally bogus, and now I'm here." Lizzie laughed. "Oh, that's too bad. Mine has been okay, I had to run to dodge the pennies, but otherwise I'm fine."
"Lucky."
"I went to Lakeridge. Where did you go?"
"Hillside." (A/N: That's what the school is called right? That's what I thought it said in the picture anyway. Please tell me if I am wrong!)
"What do you have after this?"
"Spanish, you?"
"Gym. Fun fun."
Lizzie laughed. "I'm not looking forward to that class either."
The bell rang, and Lizzie walked off to Spanish. She saw Miranda sitting there, and the teacher had a seating chart shown on the overhead. Lizzie ended up sitting in front of Miranda. The two girls were put in the back corner.
"Where's our teacher?" Miranda asked.
"No idea."
"Hola, clase!" a voice yelled.
"That must be her," Lizzie whispered.
"Me llamo SeƱora Wisk. Yo soy su profesora. Este clase es muy divertido y interesante." (A/N: My spellcheck hated that! Translation: My name is Mrs. Wisk. I'm your teacher. This class is fun and interesting)
"What?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know! Something about my name is Mrs. Wisk and I'm your teacher."
"Great. We don't speak Spanish, yet she talks to us in it!"
"This year in Spanish I, I will be teaching you the basics in the Spanish language and preparing you for Spanish II next year."
"Oh thank God, English!" Lizzie said.
"So, first of all, we will be moving at a slower pace than Spanish I Honors, but do not worry. You'll all still be ready for Spanish II next year. So, first off, open your books to the first page. We'll be learning to count today, and tomorrow we will learn the alphabet."
Fifty-eight minutes and after saying uno-veinte about seventy times, the bell rang. Lizzie went off to English, while Miranda went to World History.
"This year, in English, we will be studying the Odyessey, Romeo and Juliet, and a few short stories. We will be working on our paper writing skills, as well as writing some creative stories."
Lizzie began zoning out after that. Finally, she went to lunch. Gordo had enjoyed his day so far, he had made a new friend.
"His name is Jordan. I'll show you to him next period. He's in our drama class. He's a cool guy."
Lizzie smiled. "Is he single?" Miranda asked. This caused Lizzie to burst out into laughter.
"Miranda, you have got such a one-track mind!"
"Shut up, Lizzie!"
The two sat there, giggling hysterically. Then it was time for drama. Miranda and Gordo ended up at a table together, but Lizzie was with someone else. The seating chart said she was next to a guy named Jordan.
"Oh, that's the guy I was telling you about. He's cool, Lizzie."
Jordan came in before the bell rang. Lizzie stared at him. He was really cute. He had blond hair and clear, blue eyes that seemed to suck her in as she looked at him. She couldn't take her eyes off of his.
"Hi. I'm Jordan," he said, offering his hand for a handshake.
Lizzie shook it gratefully. "I-I-I-I'm Lizzie!" 'Nice one you idiot! LEARN TO TALK!!!!'
He smiled at her. "Lizzie. That's a pretty name. Pretty name for a beautiful girl."
Lizzie turned bright red. 'Stop it! YOU LIKE GORDO! You're his girlfriend!'
Gordo came over. "Jordan, what are you saying to her?"
"Oh, you know Lizzie?"
"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."
Oooh, cliffhanger. Please review!!!
'No way can this be happening.'
"Well, Elizabeth, I see we are sitting next to each other and are lab partners. How fortunate."
Lizzie noticed Kate's hair was styled into a very short feather cut. "I see you fixed your hair in the past two weeks."
"Did you really expect me to keep that rat's nest that little witch, Mindy or whatever her name was gave me? I don't think so."
Lizzie glanced down at her desk grinning. That had been the greatest moment ever, seeing Kate walk around camp with her hair all chopped off. "No, can't say I did."
"And I'll have you know your little friend ruined a two hundred dollar dress as well. I was planning on wearing it to Homecoming, as a cheerleader I am expected to go. Now I have to buy a new one, thanks to her."
"Oh, too bad."
"Girls!" the teacher, Ms. Brigs yelled. "Please be a little quieter. We're trying to go over the class syllabus."
"Sorry," Lizzie whispered.
"Now, for our first activity, you and your new lab partner will get to know each other. We're going to play a little game, and the winner gets homework passes."
"We had better win," Kate muttered, "I need the passes with cheerleading."
"Okay, take out a sheet of looseleaf and label each line with a letter of the alphabet. Your assignment is to come up with as many fruits and vegetables as you can till you complete the alphabet. Most words wins! Okay, go!"
"Apples," Kate hissed at Lizzie, who was writing. "Bananas, carrots, oh, what begins with d?"
"Dates," Lizzie whispered. "That's a fruit."
"What? No, it's not. Date is what you do on Fridays and Saturdays, duh."
"It's a fruit!" "No, Lizzie, don't write it. Just because you never have had one doesn't mean you should start obsessing over dates."
"Excuse me? I have had a date before, thank you very much. It's a word, and I am writing it!"
"No, you're not," Kate snapped, and tried to grab the paper away. Lizzie pulled back, but Kate pulled even harder. Lizzie yanked back, and Kate tugged on it, when the paper ripped in half.
"KATE!" Lizzie hissed.
"Oops," Kate snickered.
The two lost of course. Lizzie was enraged that Kate would do that, but she had to deal with it. After thirty more minutes of Biology, the bell rang, and Lizzie and Miranda walked out together. "What's next?" Lizzie asked Miranda.
"English. You have World History, right?"
"Yeah."
The two parted and Lizzie wandered off toward the classroom. The teachers had placed signs up during first period, so now she knew where she was going. She wandered into the classroom, and was greeted by no one she knew. She was obviously the only one from her junior high in the class. She stood at the side of the room until the bell rang. Lizzie waited, feeling bored, while the teacher assigned seats. When she was sitting, she found herself next to a girl named Dana.
The teacher wrote a name on the board. "My name is Mrs. Drogs. I will be your World History teacher this year. World History is a fun, interesting class, which I love teaching. I especially love teaching Freshmen. Freshmen walk in here, so young, looking so fearful. It's great watching you kids change over the year. At the end, you all walk out seasoned high schoolers, and I love it."
'She has got to be kidding,' Lizzie thought.
The teacher lectured till there were five minutes left in the period. "I'll now give you some time to get to know your neighbors."
Lizzie looked at the girl next to her. "Hi, I'm Lizzie," Lizzie said with a grin.
"Dana." Dana had dark hair and blue eyes. "How's your day been so far?"
"Oh gosh, the upperclassmen threw pennies and I got lost. I paid for directions that were totally bogus, and now I'm here." Lizzie laughed. "Oh, that's too bad. Mine has been okay, I had to run to dodge the pennies, but otherwise I'm fine."
"Lucky."
"I went to Lakeridge. Where did you go?"
"Hillside." (A/N: That's what the school is called right? That's what I thought it said in the picture anyway. Please tell me if I am wrong!)
"What do you have after this?"
"Spanish, you?"
"Gym. Fun fun."
Lizzie laughed. "I'm not looking forward to that class either."
The bell rang, and Lizzie walked off to Spanish. She saw Miranda sitting there, and the teacher had a seating chart shown on the overhead. Lizzie ended up sitting in front of Miranda. The two girls were put in the back corner.
"Where's our teacher?" Miranda asked.
"No idea."
"Hola, clase!" a voice yelled.
"That must be her," Lizzie whispered.
"Me llamo SeƱora Wisk. Yo soy su profesora. Este clase es muy divertido y interesante." (A/N: My spellcheck hated that! Translation: My name is Mrs. Wisk. I'm your teacher. This class is fun and interesting)
"What?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't know! Something about my name is Mrs. Wisk and I'm your teacher."
"Great. We don't speak Spanish, yet she talks to us in it!"
"This year in Spanish I, I will be teaching you the basics in the Spanish language and preparing you for Spanish II next year."
"Oh thank God, English!" Lizzie said.
"So, first of all, we will be moving at a slower pace than Spanish I Honors, but do not worry. You'll all still be ready for Spanish II next year. So, first off, open your books to the first page. We'll be learning to count today, and tomorrow we will learn the alphabet."
Fifty-eight minutes and after saying uno-veinte about seventy times, the bell rang. Lizzie went off to English, while Miranda went to World History.
"This year, in English, we will be studying the Odyessey, Romeo and Juliet, and a few short stories. We will be working on our paper writing skills, as well as writing some creative stories."
Lizzie began zoning out after that. Finally, she went to lunch. Gordo had enjoyed his day so far, he had made a new friend.
"His name is Jordan. I'll show you to him next period. He's in our drama class. He's a cool guy."
Lizzie smiled. "Is he single?" Miranda asked. This caused Lizzie to burst out into laughter.
"Miranda, you have got such a one-track mind!"
"Shut up, Lizzie!"
The two sat there, giggling hysterically. Then it was time for drama. Miranda and Gordo ended up at a table together, but Lizzie was with someone else. The seating chart said she was next to a guy named Jordan.
"Oh, that's the guy I was telling you about. He's cool, Lizzie."
Jordan came in before the bell rang. Lizzie stared at him. He was really cute. He had blond hair and clear, blue eyes that seemed to suck her in as she looked at him. She couldn't take her eyes off of his.
"Hi. I'm Jordan," he said, offering his hand for a handshake.
Lizzie shook it gratefully. "I-I-I-I'm Lizzie!" 'Nice one you idiot! LEARN TO TALK!!!!'
He smiled at her. "Lizzie. That's a pretty name. Pretty name for a beautiful girl."
Lizzie turned bright red. 'Stop it! YOU LIKE GORDO! You're his girlfriend!'
Gordo came over. "Jordan, what are you saying to her?"
"Oh, you know Lizzie?"
"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."
Oooh, cliffhanger. Please review!!!
