I sat down on the front stairs of Hillridge High School by myself. I rested
my chin in my hand and surveyed the people arriving at school. Gordo liked
to call it people watching. It's pretty amazing what you notice about
people when their friends don't surround them.
Like Kate for instance, she looks small and lost. I know it seems strange; head cheerleader of the school looking like that but it's true. It was almost like she could sense me looking at her. She whipped her head around and stared right at me. She sneered at me, flipped her hair and strutted towards the cafeteria where the cheerleaders and their boyfriends hung out. I'm proud to say that I have never been a part of that table. She was considered to be the most popular person at school, but I knew better. I sighed and continued to watch my classmates arrive at school. My eyes landed on one person in particular.
Larry Tudgeman.
Larry saw me looking at him too but he unlike Kate offered a friendly wave. I returned the gesture. Larry was hard to decipher. Everyone called him weird but he's just one of the few people who acts on his own. He doesn't seem to care what other people think of him. I admire that trait in a person, seeing I don't have it myself. I wish I did but I just care too much. Sometimes that's a bad thing. Over the years, Larry's helped me out of a number of sticky spots. Sure he's also caused a lot of those sticky spots but you've got to trust people right. Friendships are nothing without trust.
Suddenly the bell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stood up and swept the school grounds quickly with my eyes before heading inside. Where were Miranda and Gordo? I got to homeroom and sat down in my allocated chair and placed my backpack on the floor next to me. Gordo came in not long after I had taken my notebook out to doodle in. I paused in the elaborate swirl I was making to look up at him.
"Hey, since when are you late to class?"
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
"My dad decided that he wanted to have a father son chat at about 8:45."
He said checking his watch.
"Oh poor baby. You survived though I see." I said smiling at him. Least he was here now, that's all that mattered.
He gave me a sarcastic smile.
"You try living with my father. He analyses everything you do and say."
I laughed then quietened down as our homeroom teacher walked in. She took the role then walked around the front of her desk and sat on the corner and addressed all of us.
"Now, I have been informed of some good news that I'm sure the rest of you would like to be informed of as well. This Friday night there is going to be a dance for all Hillridge students. There is no theme for this dance. You may dress as whom ever you want. The committee decided to see what people would come up with on their own without help. That is all, you may go to your next class now."
The class cleared out of the room in a surprisingly short time and Gordo and I headed towards our first class of the day.
"I wonder where Miranda is." I said to Gordo as we walked down the corridor.
"She's right here." Said a voice to my right. Yep you guessed it. Miranda. As usual Miranda had her hair in an extremely wacky style. She was in a wacky mood by the looks too.
"So! Did you guys hear? The dance this Friday?" she asked almost bouncing along next to me.
"Yeah. It's going to be great isn't it?" I asked looking at her.
"Yeah! It'll be awesome."
"Just one problem what-"
"Do we wear?!" Miranda finished my sentence for me. We both laughed as Gordo shook his head.
"Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you two." He said in mock sadness.
I raised my eyebrow at him and smirked.
"You're friends with us because you love us! Oh yeah and the fact that I couldn't live without you; you're always there for me. Except when I want to go shopping for 'school supplies'".
I laughed as my comment registered a look of shock on his face.
"Yeah uh well. You know."
Gordo mutter an incoherent sentence? Doesn't happen often.
***
Well.that was kinda.mmm anyway, review if you wanna.
Thanx Nesserz.
Like Kate for instance, she looks small and lost. I know it seems strange; head cheerleader of the school looking like that but it's true. It was almost like she could sense me looking at her. She whipped her head around and stared right at me. She sneered at me, flipped her hair and strutted towards the cafeteria where the cheerleaders and their boyfriends hung out. I'm proud to say that I have never been a part of that table. She was considered to be the most popular person at school, but I knew better. I sighed and continued to watch my classmates arrive at school. My eyes landed on one person in particular.
Larry Tudgeman.
Larry saw me looking at him too but he unlike Kate offered a friendly wave. I returned the gesture. Larry was hard to decipher. Everyone called him weird but he's just one of the few people who acts on his own. He doesn't seem to care what other people think of him. I admire that trait in a person, seeing I don't have it myself. I wish I did but I just care too much. Sometimes that's a bad thing. Over the years, Larry's helped me out of a number of sticky spots. Sure he's also caused a lot of those sticky spots but you've got to trust people right. Friendships are nothing without trust.
Suddenly the bell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stood up and swept the school grounds quickly with my eyes before heading inside. Where were Miranda and Gordo? I got to homeroom and sat down in my allocated chair and placed my backpack on the floor next to me. Gordo came in not long after I had taken my notebook out to doodle in. I paused in the elaborate swirl I was making to look up at him.
"Hey, since when are you late to class?"
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
"My dad decided that he wanted to have a father son chat at about 8:45."
He said checking his watch.
"Oh poor baby. You survived though I see." I said smiling at him. Least he was here now, that's all that mattered.
He gave me a sarcastic smile.
"You try living with my father. He analyses everything you do and say."
I laughed then quietened down as our homeroom teacher walked in. She took the role then walked around the front of her desk and sat on the corner and addressed all of us.
"Now, I have been informed of some good news that I'm sure the rest of you would like to be informed of as well. This Friday night there is going to be a dance for all Hillridge students. There is no theme for this dance. You may dress as whom ever you want. The committee decided to see what people would come up with on their own without help. That is all, you may go to your next class now."
The class cleared out of the room in a surprisingly short time and Gordo and I headed towards our first class of the day.
"I wonder where Miranda is." I said to Gordo as we walked down the corridor.
"She's right here." Said a voice to my right. Yep you guessed it. Miranda. As usual Miranda had her hair in an extremely wacky style. She was in a wacky mood by the looks too.
"So! Did you guys hear? The dance this Friday?" she asked almost bouncing along next to me.
"Yeah. It's going to be great isn't it?" I asked looking at her.
"Yeah! It'll be awesome."
"Just one problem what-"
"Do we wear?!" Miranda finished my sentence for me. We both laughed as Gordo shook his head.
"Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you two." He said in mock sadness.
I raised my eyebrow at him and smirked.
"You're friends with us because you love us! Oh yeah and the fact that I couldn't live without you; you're always there for me. Except when I want to go shopping for 'school supplies'".
I laughed as my comment registered a look of shock on his face.
"Yeah uh well. You know."
Gordo mutter an incoherent sentence? Doesn't happen often.
***
Well.that was kinda.mmm anyway, review if you wanna.
Thanx Nesserz.