Hey everyone. I just wanted to say thank you sooo much for reviewing! I
didn't expect to get so many. I wanted to give a special Thank You to
Demile for the criticism. Now I can make the story better now that I know
what it needs. So onward with the story.
Chapter 4
A boy with short brown spiked hair walked late into PS 118. He could hear kids playing on the other side of the building. He wore dark blue baggy jeans and an overly large shirt that had the word "Player" on it. His black Nikes squeaked on the polished floor as he made his way towards the principal's office. With a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes he stepped through the office door and sat himself down in front of the secretary, Mrs. Wakefield's, desk.
"How may I help you young man?" asked the old woman in the pristine white blouse.
"I'm the new student." Was the boys' clipped answer.
"Last name please." Snapped the secretary. In all my years I've never seen a ruder little boy, thought Mrs. Wakefield.
"Miller, Ma'am." Mocked Mr. Miller.
"Well Mr. Miller go straight through that door on your left ant the principal will see you now." Mrs. Wakefield pointed at the door glad to have the boy out of her sight.
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"Ah, Mr. Miller. Nice to finally meet you. Now let's get down to business. Here at PS 118 we do not tolerate back talk, gum chewing, running in the hallway, tardiness, swearing, fighting." Mr. Wartz went on and on until the bell rang for lunch to end.
"Now young man I believe you should be heading to your classroom right bout now. It's on this floor room 106. Your teacher's name is Mr. Simmons. Now off you go." The boy then walked out of Principal Wartz office but not before giving Mrs. Wakefield a rather charming smile, making the old woman think twice about the supposedly rude young man.
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Mr. Miller walked to room 106 and stood in the doorway until Mr. Simmons took notice of him. While the teacher was still oblivious to him still he took the time to look over the classroom. His eyes landed on a vision of loveliness in a pink bow and dress. The boy stared for a few moments before the teacher took notice of him and announced his presence to the class.
"Class I have a special announcement to make. Everyone please give a warm and special greeting to our new student, Luke Miller." A round of "his" and "hellos" were heard around the room.
"Hey." Was Luke's only reply. His mind and eyes were still on Helga to the dismay of one corn yellow haired boy in the front row.
"Luke why don't you sit behind Helga, Helga please raise your hand so that he'll know where to sit."
To Luke's delight the beauty in pink raised her hand lazily, obviously not paying too much attention to her surroundings. He made his way to his seat and sat there staring at the back of Helga's head. He noticed that her body tensed, as she must have felt his gaze. He watched her as she tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and shot it at a boy in the front row with an odd shaped head. His attention was called away from Helga and her antics as Mr. Simmons started talking bout how special they all were and how people should not throw things in class.
"Aw, pipe down Simmons. It didn't hurt him did it? He's still alive ain't he?" Helga yelled out to stop Mr. Simmon's "Throwing things could put someone's eye out" speech.
Before Mr. Simmons could reply the bell rang signaling that it was time to go home. Everyone rushed out of class with the exception of Luke and Mr. Simmons. Luke made his way out into the hallway at a lazy pace keeping his gaze on Helga. He watched as she shoved an obviously clumsy kid into a locker and call the boy with the football shaped head names as she walked out the school doors. Oh, a bad girl. She just may be my type, thought Luke as he finally made his way out of the school and to the buss stop, taking notice that SHE was on the same bus as him.
Luke was oblivious to the death glare that he was receiving from the boy with the football shaped head. All he was aware of was the fact that he was going to have a great time at PS 118 while the pink bowed goddess was there too.
Oh, yes. Helga will be mine, no doubt about it.
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Sorry it' still short but please tell me what you think.
Luv yas,
Lalilla
Chapter 4
A boy with short brown spiked hair walked late into PS 118. He could hear kids playing on the other side of the building. He wore dark blue baggy jeans and an overly large shirt that had the word "Player" on it. His black Nikes squeaked on the polished floor as he made his way towards the principal's office. With a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes he stepped through the office door and sat himself down in front of the secretary, Mrs. Wakefield's, desk.
"How may I help you young man?" asked the old woman in the pristine white blouse.
"I'm the new student." Was the boys' clipped answer.
"Last name please." Snapped the secretary. In all my years I've never seen a ruder little boy, thought Mrs. Wakefield.
"Miller, Ma'am." Mocked Mr. Miller.
"Well Mr. Miller go straight through that door on your left ant the principal will see you now." Mrs. Wakefield pointed at the door glad to have the boy out of her sight.
***^***
"Ah, Mr. Miller. Nice to finally meet you. Now let's get down to business. Here at PS 118 we do not tolerate back talk, gum chewing, running in the hallway, tardiness, swearing, fighting." Mr. Wartz went on and on until the bell rang for lunch to end.
"Now young man I believe you should be heading to your classroom right bout now. It's on this floor room 106. Your teacher's name is Mr. Simmons. Now off you go." The boy then walked out of Principal Wartz office but not before giving Mrs. Wakefield a rather charming smile, making the old woman think twice about the supposedly rude young man.
***^***
Mr. Miller walked to room 106 and stood in the doorway until Mr. Simmons took notice of him. While the teacher was still oblivious to him still he took the time to look over the classroom. His eyes landed on a vision of loveliness in a pink bow and dress. The boy stared for a few moments before the teacher took notice of him and announced his presence to the class.
"Class I have a special announcement to make. Everyone please give a warm and special greeting to our new student, Luke Miller." A round of "his" and "hellos" were heard around the room.
"Hey." Was Luke's only reply. His mind and eyes were still on Helga to the dismay of one corn yellow haired boy in the front row.
"Luke why don't you sit behind Helga, Helga please raise your hand so that he'll know where to sit."
To Luke's delight the beauty in pink raised her hand lazily, obviously not paying too much attention to her surroundings. He made his way to his seat and sat there staring at the back of Helga's head. He noticed that her body tensed, as she must have felt his gaze. He watched her as she tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and shot it at a boy in the front row with an odd shaped head. His attention was called away from Helga and her antics as Mr. Simmons started talking bout how special they all were and how people should not throw things in class.
"Aw, pipe down Simmons. It didn't hurt him did it? He's still alive ain't he?" Helga yelled out to stop Mr. Simmon's "Throwing things could put someone's eye out" speech.
Before Mr. Simmons could reply the bell rang signaling that it was time to go home. Everyone rushed out of class with the exception of Luke and Mr. Simmons. Luke made his way out into the hallway at a lazy pace keeping his gaze on Helga. He watched as she shoved an obviously clumsy kid into a locker and call the boy with the football shaped head names as she walked out the school doors. Oh, a bad girl. She just may be my type, thought Luke as he finally made his way out of the school and to the buss stop, taking notice that SHE was on the same bus as him.
Luke was oblivious to the death glare that he was receiving from the boy with the football shaped head. All he was aware of was the fact that he was going to have a great time at PS 118 while the pink bowed goddess was there too.
Oh, yes. Helga will be mine, no doubt about it.
***^***
Sorry it' still short but please tell me what you think.
Luv yas,
Lalilla