The next day was Wednesday, which meant it was a BSC meeting day. I
tried to keep that in mind all through school, as I suffered through one
boring remedial class after another. I was even dreading the one class I
had been looking forward to, art, because it would mean I'd have to face
Janine. During lunch, Mary Anne immediately noticed something was wrong.
When I told my friends about it, Stacey and Mary Anne were on my side. But
Anna had a different idea.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it, Claud. I know it is with sisters. Abby and I say things we don't mean all the time in the heat of arguements."
"But we weren't arguing," I replied "She was helping me with math, and I actually THANKED her."
Anna shrugged. "I don't know, it was just an idea. Relationships can be so weird."
"Especially if your sister is the weirdo," I mumbled.
Stacey giggled.
"Claud, don't let it bug you," said Mary Anne
Trust me, I had tried not to let it bug me. It just doesn't work that way. I didn't say much more, and when the bell rang I took my (already too heavy) messenger bag and trudged off to Art class.
"Claudia," called Janine "I saved you a seat."
Well, while Janine was speaking to me, I certainly wasn't speaking to her. Other than, "Please pass the orange juice" and "thanks for the ride", I had nothing to say to her. I gave Janine a quick glance to recognition, and then went over to sit with Julie, a girl I had sort of known at SMS. Janine actually looked a little sad that I didn't with her. HA. Good.
That day we were sketching these cardboard boxes that Ms. Tarucco had put out on the tables for us. Frankly, I thought the assignment was a little easy, but still, it was good practice. Every time I looked at Janine, she looked deeply intent in her work. Just my luck, Janine would turn out to be the next Picasso or something. Whenever I saw her look at me, I tried to act like I was thoroughly fascinated in sketching those boxes. I couldn't let her know she was getting to me.
When the period ended, I causally walked by Janine's table on the way to my supply drawer, to sneek at look at her sketches. I was shocked at what I saw. They were awful! Her drawings were sloppy, disproportionate! They were they suckiest things I had ever seen. I am ashamed to admit that seeing those drawings gave me a little shiver of happiness.
The BSC meeting that afternoon was one of the most chaotic we've ever had. It seemed like everyone had something else they needed to be doing- Mary Anne was reading some book for English, Stacey and Dawn were working on a math assignment, Jessi had brought her laptop and was writing an email to Mal, and I was busy feeling mad/guilty over the Janine thing. The only one not busy was Kristy, who looked annoyed.
"Order. ORDER!" she called at 5:30 exactly "Any new business?"
Everyone looked around. No one had any.
"We've all been busy with school," Mary Anne gently pointed out
"Yeah," added Dawn "No one's really had time to sit."
"Oh." Said Kristy "Well, how was everyone's first day of school?"
"Fine," we all said in unison.
It seemed like no one really wanted to talk about it. No one really wanted to even be at the meeting. We just wanted to get it over with so we could go on with what we had to do. Booking jobs was a nightmare. Everytime one came up, someone else remembered something else they had planned. We had to practically scrounge to get them all covered. I did get one job for Claire and Margo Pike, on Saturday. By the time the meeting was over, I had reached a conclusion. High school sucked.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it, Claud. I know it is with sisters. Abby and I say things we don't mean all the time in the heat of arguements."
"But we weren't arguing," I replied "She was helping me with math, and I actually THANKED her."
Anna shrugged. "I don't know, it was just an idea. Relationships can be so weird."
"Especially if your sister is the weirdo," I mumbled.
Stacey giggled.
"Claud, don't let it bug you," said Mary Anne
Trust me, I had tried not to let it bug me. It just doesn't work that way. I didn't say much more, and when the bell rang I took my (already too heavy) messenger bag and trudged off to Art class.
"Claudia," called Janine "I saved you a seat."
Well, while Janine was speaking to me, I certainly wasn't speaking to her. Other than, "Please pass the orange juice" and "thanks for the ride", I had nothing to say to her. I gave Janine a quick glance to recognition, and then went over to sit with Julie, a girl I had sort of known at SMS. Janine actually looked a little sad that I didn't with her. HA. Good.
That day we were sketching these cardboard boxes that Ms. Tarucco had put out on the tables for us. Frankly, I thought the assignment was a little easy, but still, it was good practice. Every time I looked at Janine, she looked deeply intent in her work. Just my luck, Janine would turn out to be the next Picasso or something. Whenever I saw her look at me, I tried to act like I was thoroughly fascinated in sketching those boxes. I couldn't let her know she was getting to me.
When the period ended, I causally walked by Janine's table on the way to my supply drawer, to sneek at look at her sketches. I was shocked at what I saw. They were awful! Her drawings were sloppy, disproportionate! They were they suckiest things I had ever seen. I am ashamed to admit that seeing those drawings gave me a little shiver of happiness.
The BSC meeting that afternoon was one of the most chaotic we've ever had. It seemed like everyone had something else they needed to be doing- Mary Anne was reading some book for English, Stacey and Dawn were working on a math assignment, Jessi had brought her laptop and was writing an email to Mal, and I was busy feeling mad/guilty over the Janine thing. The only one not busy was Kristy, who looked annoyed.
"Order. ORDER!" she called at 5:30 exactly "Any new business?"
Everyone looked around. No one had any.
"We've all been busy with school," Mary Anne gently pointed out
"Yeah," added Dawn "No one's really had time to sit."
"Oh." Said Kristy "Well, how was everyone's first day of school?"
"Fine," we all said in unison.
It seemed like no one really wanted to talk about it. No one really wanted to even be at the meeting. We just wanted to get it over with so we could go on with what we had to do. Booking jobs was a nightmare. Everytime one came up, someone else remembered something else they had planned. We had to practically scrounge to get them all covered. I did get one job for Claire and Margo Pike, on Saturday. By the time the meeting was over, I had reached a conclusion. High school sucked.