Ch 4
Okay, so maybe Study hall isn't going to be as fun as I thought it would be. Turns out our teacher is a modern day nazi. She is like so mean, it isn't even funny. I didn't know that Study hall teachers were capable of being mean. Or giving us lectures, either. I just thought they were supposed to sit there and let us go about our own business, but I guess this lady wanted to change all of those rules. When I walked out of the room, I shook my head, sort of in a daze. I walked down to my locker to get my book for my next class. Which according to my schedule would be English. Ah, maybe there is hope. English is my best subject. I've actually come to realize that I like writing a lot. It is fun to express my ideas on paper. And reading isn't all that bad either.
"Wow, did that lady talk about her cats enough?" Jake asked as he, Ethan and I stopped by the lockers. Wait, Jake's was only a few down from mine. And we pretty much had lockers by the same people that we did last year. How did I not notice this guy before?
"hey, you know what the awesomest prank would be?" Ethan said to Jake, "We could set her cats on fire!"
I rolled my eyes and interupted before this plan took off, "If either of you do that, I will never speak to you again!" I said, then added, "besides, how would you find her house to get the cats?" They both paused to contemplate this, and I made a break for it, leaving them behind. I shook my head. How did I get stuck with two really cute, really odd guys?
As I neared room 203 to go to English, I heard someone yelling my name. I turned around, thinking it might be Miranda with an explanation of this morning. But nope, it was Brooke. I had met her last year through mutual aquaintences, though we weren't really close or anyting.
"Brookie! whats up?" I said with a smile. If Miranda was going to ditch me, I might as well try to make as many new friends as possible.
"Not much...do you have this class right now?" she said, pointing to the door.
"Yup. you?" I asked back.
"Uh huh. I was hoping to find another girl that was going to be in this class, everyone that I talked to that is in here is a guy." she explained.
"Really? Who else has this class?" I asked, interested. Actually, I'm always interested whenever Brooke mentions boys, because she is just one of those people who somehow ends up with a lot of really hot guy friends that she is more than happy to set you up with. Having Brooke around definately would not be a bad idea.
"Well, let me think." She said, tilting her head to the side, "Wait, why think. We can just go inside and see who is there." She proceeded to pull the door open and usher me in. The teacher looked us over and then rolled her eyes in disgust. She probably thought that Brooke and I were going to end up being the bobble head dolls of the class. You know what I'm talking about. They are the girls that are always giggling at the guys jokes, getting in trouble for talking, and barely passing. Every class has them.
Well she was in for a suprise. Brooke and I took our seats and looked around. "Oh, God, there are only four girls in this class?" I said in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"I told you! This is gonna either be the best class of our lives, or the worst." Brooke whispered back just as the bell rang.
The teacher started her speech, the usual one about how this class was going to be talking about world literature, blah, blah, blah. I looked around the room, suprised to see Gordo in the far corner. If he had told me he was going to be in this class, obviously I had forgotten. There was a really cute guy from the football team up near the front(see, I told you I knew who was on the football team and who wasn't). For the most part I didn't recognize that many people.
Suddenly the teacher was splitting us up into groups, something about brainstorming ideas for an essay. Fun, fun. I ended up in a group with Brooke and three guys I did not recognize at all. We let the boys pick our subject. Capital Punishment. We all sat there coming up with cons for it, or at least trying to, becuase that was the position we had decided to take. The guys were just not seeming to get this, and kept coming up with pros for it as well.
Finally the teacher called our attention again. She asked for people to go up and explain their groups point. Somehow Brooke and I got roped into doing it for our group. Seeing as how we didn't really have a good point, she looked down on us. Hey lady, it ain't my fault I'm working with incompetents, I felt like saying. Plus, the cute football player was complaining that we had stolen his groups idea.
After a few minutes of Brooke and I trying to defend our points, she finally told us to sit down, a look of disgust on her face. Well this just wasn't going to do. I hated when I looked like a fool in front of the class.
Only third period and I already had a goal: to prove to this lady I wasn't just a blond twit.
Okay, so maybe Study hall isn't going to be as fun as I thought it would be. Turns out our teacher is a modern day nazi. She is like so mean, it isn't even funny. I didn't know that Study hall teachers were capable of being mean. Or giving us lectures, either. I just thought they were supposed to sit there and let us go about our own business, but I guess this lady wanted to change all of those rules. When I walked out of the room, I shook my head, sort of in a daze. I walked down to my locker to get my book for my next class. Which according to my schedule would be English. Ah, maybe there is hope. English is my best subject. I've actually come to realize that I like writing a lot. It is fun to express my ideas on paper. And reading isn't all that bad either.
"Wow, did that lady talk about her cats enough?" Jake asked as he, Ethan and I stopped by the lockers. Wait, Jake's was only a few down from mine. And we pretty much had lockers by the same people that we did last year. How did I not notice this guy before?
"hey, you know what the awesomest prank would be?" Ethan said to Jake, "We could set her cats on fire!"
I rolled my eyes and interupted before this plan took off, "If either of you do that, I will never speak to you again!" I said, then added, "besides, how would you find her house to get the cats?" They both paused to contemplate this, and I made a break for it, leaving them behind. I shook my head. How did I get stuck with two really cute, really odd guys?
As I neared room 203 to go to English, I heard someone yelling my name. I turned around, thinking it might be Miranda with an explanation of this morning. But nope, it was Brooke. I had met her last year through mutual aquaintences, though we weren't really close or anyting.
"Brookie! whats up?" I said with a smile. If Miranda was going to ditch me, I might as well try to make as many new friends as possible.
"Not much...do you have this class right now?" she said, pointing to the door.
"Yup. you?" I asked back.
"Uh huh. I was hoping to find another girl that was going to be in this class, everyone that I talked to that is in here is a guy." she explained.
"Really? Who else has this class?" I asked, interested. Actually, I'm always interested whenever Brooke mentions boys, because she is just one of those people who somehow ends up with a lot of really hot guy friends that she is more than happy to set you up with. Having Brooke around definately would not be a bad idea.
"Well, let me think." She said, tilting her head to the side, "Wait, why think. We can just go inside and see who is there." She proceeded to pull the door open and usher me in. The teacher looked us over and then rolled her eyes in disgust. She probably thought that Brooke and I were going to end up being the bobble head dolls of the class. You know what I'm talking about. They are the girls that are always giggling at the guys jokes, getting in trouble for talking, and barely passing. Every class has them.
Well she was in for a suprise. Brooke and I took our seats and looked around. "Oh, God, there are only four girls in this class?" I said in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me!"
"I told you! This is gonna either be the best class of our lives, or the worst." Brooke whispered back just as the bell rang.
The teacher started her speech, the usual one about how this class was going to be talking about world literature, blah, blah, blah. I looked around the room, suprised to see Gordo in the far corner. If he had told me he was going to be in this class, obviously I had forgotten. There was a really cute guy from the football team up near the front(see, I told you I knew who was on the football team and who wasn't). For the most part I didn't recognize that many people.
Suddenly the teacher was splitting us up into groups, something about brainstorming ideas for an essay. Fun, fun. I ended up in a group with Brooke and three guys I did not recognize at all. We let the boys pick our subject. Capital Punishment. We all sat there coming up with cons for it, or at least trying to, becuase that was the position we had decided to take. The guys were just not seeming to get this, and kept coming up with pros for it as well.
Finally the teacher called our attention again. She asked for people to go up and explain their groups point. Somehow Brooke and I got roped into doing it for our group. Seeing as how we didn't really have a good point, she looked down on us. Hey lady, it ain't my fault I'm working with incompetents, I felt like saying. Plus, the cute football player was complaining that we had stolen his groups idea.
After a few minutes of Brooke and I trying to defend our points, she finally told us to sit down, a look of disgust on her face. Well this just wasn't going to do. I hated when I looked like a fool in front of the class.
Only third period and I already had a goal: to prove to this lady I wasn't just a blond twit.
