Sheila Barktsdale looked around at her new bedroom. The pale yellow walls reflected the sun shining from outside. Her twin sized bed stood alone underneath the fan that was built in by the previous owners. Her dresser and desk looked out of place in the spacious room. She sighed as she pushed them into place and the glanced back at her work.
"Still doesn't feel right," she said frowning.
As she looked on, her eyebrow furrowed, her mother walked in and place a hand on her shoulder.
"So what do you think?" she asked her.
"I don't know," said Sheila, "I miss our other house. This room doesn't feel right."
"I know honey, but you'll adjust soon enough," replied her mother, "Moving from Maryland to Canada is a difficult thing for you but I bet you'll love it."
Sheila smiled at her mother and gave her a hug.
"There are some more boxes downstairs that have your stuff in them. Don't forget to bring them up here," said her mother.
"Okay," said Sheila returning to her moving.
She noticed her radio set lying apart on her bed. She sighed and began to put it back together. An hour later, Sheila had her room back to the way she wanted. Her radio was set up and she was listening to Fountains of Wayne. She smiled as she looked at her new room; her Good Charlotte picture with D.C's Finest on it along with a Weezer poster were posted on her wall, and a poster of a ying yang along with a tie dye poster were on the other wall. The remaining clothes in the boxes were hung up and her CDs were placed onto the CD rack. It kind of feels like home, she thought.
"Sheila! Mom says to come down for dinner!"
Sheila groaned and walked downstairs to their big kitchen. Her mother was standing near the stove while her father was sitting at the table. Her little brother and sister were playing on the floor. Her little brother was 4 years old and her sister was 5 years old. Her mother placed the food on the table. Sheila waited for her younger siblings to sit down before she did.
"So Sheila, did your mother tell you the good news?" asked her father.
"No, what is it?" asked Sheila, looking at her mother.
"Well, I looked around at some schools today, and I enrolled you in Degrassi," said her mother, "You start on Tuesday."
"Ok, I guess," replied Sheila
Sheila ate in silence for the rest of dinner. Her little brother wanted her to play video games with him while her little sister insisted that she play Barbies with her. Sheila went to bed that night feeling awkward in her new room. She kept thinking about her new school and how much she missed being in Maryland with her friends.
*******
Monday went too fast for Sheila's liking. Her mother took her shopping for school supplies and for some new clothes. That night, Sheila feel into a restless sleep. She was thinking about what the other kids would think about her. Her mother came into her room and woke her up at 6:30 a.m. Sheila decided to wear her green Dropkick Murphy's shirt and her new pair of jeans. She found her converse lying underneath her bed and slipped them over her feet. Looking in the mirror, she decided to pull her hair back with a clip and wear her contacts. She searched for her rubber bracelets, finding her black, blue, and clear ones. She ran downstairs, her backpack on her shoulder, to the kitchen. Her mother placed a bowl of cereal in front of her.
"You're not going to wear that new skirt that I bought you yesterday?" asked her mother.
"Sorry mom but I don't want to look new," said Sheila, wolfing down her breakfast.
"Slow down Sheila, you have plenty of time," said her mother.
Sheila didn't listen to her mother and finished in no less than 3 minutes. She found her padlock necklace and put it on. Motioning for her mother to hurry, Sheila walked out to the car and sat in the driver's seat.
"Not today Sheil, said her mother, "You don't know the area that well. Maybe we'll drive around this weekend and you can get acquainted with the area."
Sheila groaned and switched over to the passenger's side. Her mother pulled out of their driveway and began their journey to Degrassi.
Her mother pulled up to the front of the school. Sheila got out of the car slowly and looked around. There were kids running around, soon sitting down on the picnic benches talking, and some just standing in huddles with their friends. Sheila walked up the front steps slowly, not making eye contact with anyone. Walking into the school, she looked around for her homeroom. She found a seat in the classroom and sat down. Five minutes later, a bell rang and more students filed into the classroom. The teacher, Ms. Irkman came into the room and dropped her things on her desk.
"Hello again," she greeted the class, sitting on a desk, "I don't know if any of you noticed but we have a new student. Class, this is Sheila Barktsdale. Sheila, please introduce yourself to the class."
Why do I have to do this, she thought as she stood up.
"Well, my name is Sheila as the teacher already mentioned. My family and I just moved here from Maryland. Um... at my old school I used to do colorguard and I did dance on the side. I guess Degrassi is ok so far and that's about it," said Sheila.
"Tell us about your favorite things," urged Ms. Irkman.
"Do I have to?" asked Sheila.
"Please," begged the teacher, "It'll give us a chance to get to know you better."
"Um... I like an assortment of music but rock is my favorite. I'm not that much into rap but I do like some rap songs. I like to dance and I can sing. I've entered a few contests and placed second or third in them. I like to do regular stuff like everyone else. That's it I guess."
The entire class remained silent. Ms. Irkman went up to the front board and wrote today's lesson as Sheila sat back down.
Ms. Irkman's class went by really fast. Sheila soon found herself out in the hallway trying to open her locker. She did the combination but the knob seemed jammed. She jiggled it a few times but the locker wouldn't budge. A hand reached near her left shoulder and banged on her locker. It opened and Sheila turned. A boy a few inches taller than her stood beside her.
"Hey thanks," said Sheila, hastily shoving some books in her locker.
"No prob," said the boy, "I had that one last year. It was a pain."
"Oh," replied Sheila.
"Hey, aren't you that new girl, Sheila?" asked the boy.
"Oh, yeah," replied Sheila.
"We're in the same homeroom. My name is Craig by the way," said the boy getting a camera out of his locker, "What classes do you have the rest of the day?"
"Um... I have Geometry, History, Spanish, and Photography," replied Sheila.
"Wow, I have the same classes. I'll walk with you to them. That way you'll know where they are," said Craig closing his locker.
Sheil slammed hers shut and followed Craig to Geometry.
"Still doesn't feel right," she said frowning.
As she looked on, her eyebrow furrowed, her mother walked in and place a hand on her shoulder.
"So what do you think?" she asked her.
"I don't know," said Sheila, "I miss our other house. This room doesn't feel right."
"I know honey, but you'll adjust soon enough," replied her mother, "Moving from Maryland to Canada is a difficult thing for you but I bet you'll love it."
Sheila smiled at her mother and gave her a hug.
"There are some more boxes downstairs that have your stuff in them. Don't forget to bring them up here," said her mother.
"Okay," said Sheila returning to her moving.
She noticed her radio set lying apart on her bed. She sighed and began to put it back together. An hour later, Sheila had her room back to the way she wanted. Her radio was set up and she was listening to Fountains of Wayne. She smiled as she looked at her new room; her Good Charlotte picture with D.C's Finest on it along with a Weezer poster were posted on her wall, and a poster of a ying yang along with a tie dye poster were on the other wall. The remaining clothes in the boxes were hung up and her CDs were placed onto the CD rack. It kind of feels like home, she thought.
"Sheila! Mom says to come down for dinner!"
Sheila groaned and walked downstairs to their big kitchen. Her mother was standing near the stove while her father was sitting at the table. Her little brother and sister were playing on the floor. Her little brother was 4 years old and her sister was 5 years old. Her mother placed the food on the table. Sheila waited for her younger siblings to sit down before she did.
"So Sheila, did your mother tell you the good news?" asked her father.
"No, what is it?" asked Sheila, looking at her mother.
"Well, I looked around at some schools today, and I enrolled you in Degrassi," said her mother, "You start on Tuesday."
"Ok, I guess," replied Sheila
Sheila ate in silence for the rest of dinner. Her little brother wanted her to play video games with him while her little sister insisted that she play Barbies with her. Sheila went to bed that night feeling awkward in her new room. She kept thinking about her new school and how much she missed being in Maryland with her friends.
*******
Monday went too fast for Sheila's liking. Her mother took her shopping for school supplies and for some new clothes. That night, Sheila feel into a restless sleep. She was thinking about what the other kids would think about her. Her mother came into her room and woke her up at 6:30 a.m. Sheila decided to wear her green Dropkick Murphy's shirt and her new pair of jeans. She found her converse lying underneath her bed and slipped them over her feet. Looking in the mirror, she decided to pull her hair back with a clip and wear her contacts. She searched for her rubber bracelets, finding her black, blue, and clear ones. She ran downstairs, her backpack on her shoulder, to the kitchen. Her mother placed a bowl of cereal in front of her.
"You're not going to wear that new skirt that I bought you yesterday?" asked her mother.
"Sorry mom but I don't want to look new," said Sheila, wolfing down her breakfast.
"Slow down Sheila, you have plenty of time," said her mother.
Sheila didn't listen to her mother and finished in no less than 3 minutes. She found her padlock necklace and put it on. Motioning for her mother to hurry, Sheila walked out to the car and sat in the driver's seat.
"Not today Sheil, said her mother, "You don't know the area that well. Maybe we'll drive around this weekend and you can get acquainted with the area."
Sheila groaned and switched over to the passenger's side. Her mother pulled out of their driveway and began their journey to Degrassi.
Her mother pulled up to the front of the school. Sheila got out of the car slowly and looked around. There were kids running around, soon sitting down on the picnic benches talking, and some just standing in huddles with their friends. Sheila walked up the front steps slowly, not making eye contact with anyone. Walking into the school, she looked around for her homeroom. She found a seat in the classroom and sat down. Five minutes later, a bell rang and more students filed into the classroom. The teacher, Ms. Irkman came into the room and dropped her things on her desk.
"Hello again," she greeted the class, sitting on a desk, "I don't know if any of you noticed but we have a new student. Class, this is Sheila Barktsdale. Sheila, please introduce yourself to the class."
Why do I have to do this, she thought as she stood up.
"Well, my name is Sheila as the teacher already mentioned. My family and I just moved here from Maryland. Um... at my old school I used to do colorguard and I did dance on the side. I guess Degrassi is ok so far and that's about it," said Sheila.
"Tell us about your favorite things," urged Ms. Irkman.
"Do I have to?" asked Sheila.
"Please," begged the teacher, "It'll give us a chance to get to know you better."
"Um... I like an assortment of music but rock is my favorite. I'm not that much into rap but I do like some rap songs. I like to dance and I can sing. I've entered a few contests and placed second or third in them. I like to do regular stuff like everyone else. That's it I guess."
The entire class remained silent. Ms. Irkman went up to the front board and wrote today's lesson as Sheila sat back down.
Ms. Irkman's class went by really fast. Sheila soon found herself out in the hallway trying to open her locker. She did the combination but the knob seemed jammed. She jiggled it a few times but the locker wouldn't budge. A hand reached near her left shoulder and banged on her locker. It opened and Sheila turned. A boy a few inches taller than her stood beside her.
"Hey thanks," said Sheila, hastily shoving some books in her locker.
"No prob," said the boy, "I had that one last year. It was a pain."
"Oh," replied Sheila.
"Hey, aren't you that new girl, Sheila?" asked the boy.
"Oh, yeah," replied Sheila.
"We're in the same homeroom. My name is Craig by the way," said the boy getting a camera out of his locker, "What classes do you have the rest of the day?"
"Um... I have Geometry, History, Spanish, and Photography," replied Sheila.
"Wow, I have the same classes. I'll walk with you to them. That way you'll know where they are," said Craig closing his locker.
Sheil slammed hers shut and followed Craig to Geometry.