I walked into homeroom, scouring the room for Miranda. I saw her sitting in the back with...Kate? Whoa, hold the phone. I blinked a few times and shook my head. This definately could not be right. Miranda and Kate are like...worst enemies. Even worse than me and Matt. So why, praytell, was Miranda sitting with Kate, talking to Kate, and, dare I say it? Laughing at something that Kate had just said.
Yup. I am definately in the twilight zone.
I made my way to the back of the classroom, and stopped by Miranda's desk. "Miranda? A word?"
"Um, sorry Lizzie. But Miranda is too busy to talk to you." Kate said in a pointed way. I threw a look in her direction, but didn't say anything in return. Didn't seem worth the time.
"I was talking to Miranda." I said without even looking in her direction. "Where were you this morning?" I asked her, crossing my arms across my chest defensively. This was definately not a good start to the first day of school.
"Um, well, Ethan offered to walk me to school." Miranda said, looking down at her desk top, not wanting to meet my eye, "and besides, I needed to get here early so I could talk to Kate about cheerleading."
Okay, those words did not just come out of Miranda's mouth. No flipping way she was going to be a cheerleader. I mean, we are not the kind of people that are cheerleaders. We are the people who aspire to be cheerleaders, but instead end up arguing with Kate. It is like our destiny in life.
"Fine, whatever" I say, going to sit in the front of the room. Miranda seems like she wants to say something else, but she doesn't. Well that is just fine. She can go ahead and become a cheerleader if she wants. It isn't as if I don't have other friends.
Wait, I don't have other friends. Well, I do, but not close friends. More like mere aquaintences. Oh, this is definately not good.
The time spent in homeroom was excruciatingly long. I sat there doodling on a piece of paper. Finally, they gave us our locker assignments so we could go put our books up. On my way there, I ran into Gordo(almost literally. There are a lot of corners that you can turn in this school that leave blind spots for you). "You are not going to believe this!" I said, eyes wide.
"Uh oh. What's up? Did you talk to Miranda?" Gordo asked.
"No. Kate did most of the talking. It seems Miranda is becoming a cheerleader! A Cheerleader! Can you believe this?" I said, using my frantic hand motions for emphasis, which almost caused me to knock over a poor freshman. I really need to work on not almost hitting people, I know.
"well maybe Miranda has a good reason for this. Did you ask her?" Gordo asked as he walked with me to my locker.
"No. I didn't get the chance. KAte was there and making remarks to me..." I trailed off, still mad.
When we reached my locker I tossed all my books in haphazardly. I'm not one for organization, becuase I figure the books are going to get messy anyways, so why try?
"Listen, I have to get to 1st period," Gordo said, "It's in the trailers, and we are about as humanly far away from them as possible right now. I'll see you in Drama?"
"Yeah, sure" I said absentmindedly. As I walked back to class, I try to think positive thoughts. Trying to think exactly how I was going to make it through the year if my best friend had turned into a rah rah girl.
Yup. I am definately in the twilight zone.
I made my way to the back of the classroom, and stopped by Miranda's desk. "Miranda? A word?"
"Um, sorry Lizzie. But Miranda is too busy to talk to you." Kate said in a pointed way. I threw a look in her direction, but didn't say anything in return. Didn't seem worth the time.
"I was talking to Miranda." I said without even looking in her direction. "Where were you this morning?" I asked her, crossing my arms across my chest defensively. This was definately not a good start to the first day of school.
"Um, well, Ethan offered to walk me to school." Miranda said, looking down at her desk top, not wanting to meet my eye, "and besides, I needed to get here early so I could talk to Kate about cheerleading."
Okay, those words did not just come out of Miranda's mouth. No flipping way she was going to be a cheerleader. I mean, we are not the kind of people that are cheerleaders. We are the people who aspire to be cheerleaders, but instead end up arguing with Kate. It is like our destiny in life.
"Fine, whatever" I say, going to sit in the front of the room. Miranda seems like she wants to say something else, but she doesn't. Well that is just fine. She can go ahead and become a cheerleader if she wants. It isn't as if I don't have other friends.
Wait, I don't have other friends. Well, I do, but not close friends. More like mere aquaintences. Oh, this is definately not good.
The time spent in homeroom was excruciatingly long. I sat there doodling on a piece of paper. Finally, they gave us our locker assignments so we could go put our books up. On my way there, I ran into Gordo(almost literally. There are a lot of corners that you can turn in this school that leave blind spots for you). "You are not going to believe this!" I said, eyes wide.
"Uh oh. What's up? Did you talk to Miranda?" Gordo asked.
"No. Kate did most of the talking. It seems Miranda is becoming a cheerleader! A Cheerleader! Can you believe this?" I said, using my frantic hand motions for emphasis, which almost caused me to knock over a poor freshman. I really need to work on not almost hitting people, I know.
"well maybe Miranda has a good reason for this. Did you ask her?" Gordo asked as he walked with me to my locker.
"No. I didn't get the chance. KAte was there and making remarks to me..." I trailed off, still mad.
When we reached my locker I tossed all my books in haphazardly. I'm not one for organization, becuase I figure the books are going to get messy anyways, so why try?
"Listen, I have to get to 1st period," Gordo said, "It's in the trailers, and we are about as humanly far away from them as possible right now. I'll see you in Drama?"
"Yeah, sure" I said absentmindedly. As I walked back to class, I try to think positive thoughts. Trying to think exactly how I was going to make it through the year if my best friend had turned into a rah rah girl.
