Chapter 2
I walked into English halfway through the period as I knew I would, thankfully I had already missed Algebra, and Francie gave me a look as I took the seat next to her.
"Ah, Ms. Bristow, glad you could join us," Ms. Jones spoke from behind the book she was reading.
Damn! I had been hoping that she wouldn't notice me walk in right now, but I had bigger problems; Danny, Alice and their posse were all laughing at me.
"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked Francie quietly, noticing the funny look on her face, "Is there a reason everyone is laughing at me more than they normally do?"
Francie couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips, "Syd, your hair, is just a little..."
I reached my hand up to my hair and gasped, I had forgotten to brush my hair as I had literally run out of the door this morning, but not only did I have bed head, but the wind had really been whipping outside this morning, so my hair was as big as an afro with snarls and everything from not brushing it.
Why couldn't I just crawl in a hole and die?
Or get struck by lightening right now?
Now there was no way Danny would ever like me, I mean before I had a little hope that he would realize what a ditz Alice was and dump her and also realize how smart and beautiful I was and come to his senses.
Uh, not!
Why did everything bad always have to happen to me? I mean why couldn't Alice just slip on some ice or something and get all cut up and turn ugly?
That would be the day.
I didn't pay attention to anything for the rest of the class period, and the minute the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom followed closely by Francie, but of course we couldn't make it right there, I just had to run into someone, literally, at least it wasn't Danny Hecht, but this was bad enough.
"Ha ha," Michael laughed, "What happened to you Bristow?"
He had taken it upon himself to start calling my by my last name, I don't know why, but most times I didn't mind.
"Shut up Michael!" Francie exclaimed, I mean, she could tell him to shut up; he was her step-brother.
"No, really what happened to you?" he asked again, and I glared at him, I mean it was my full out death glare and hopefully he got the point that I didn't want to talk about it.
"Michael just leave her alone," Francie told him again and pushed me into the bathroom away from Michael, he could be so annoying sometimes.
Then we went to work trying to fix my hair as much as possible, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to work too well.
"Syd..." Francie started, "Don't pay attention to Michael, he's just jealous of you, plus I mean, he's a dork sometimes."
Michael jealous of me? Haha! Don't I wish! What does he have to be jealous of me for? I mean he's the one who's on the hockey team, he's the one who has groupies because of the team, I mean, have you seen how many girls go to those hockey games?
I wish I had groupies.
But I didn't say a word, and Francie continued, I mean she really liked to talk, so who am I to take away her glory?
"So what really happened this morning Syd?" she asked, "I mean, why were you late? When I called Alina, she sounded surprised, like she had thought you were already awake and out of the house."
"That's because she did," I replied with a smirk, sometimes I could outsmart people, "I just threw my alarm clock against the wall and slept until she came and woke me up. But that's not the weirdest thing that happened?"
Francie's face scrunched up, "Weirdest? What do you mean?"
"Well Alina told me my father called her this morning --"
"And that's the weird thing?" she questioned.
I just rolled my eyes. "No, let me finish, anyways, well actually it could be considered weird because hello, my dad makes his weekly phone call from wherever he is on Sunday nights, and today's Monday, and he just called last night. But that's not what I'm getting at...he called and told Alina my grandmother had called him and she was in town and wanted to see me."
Francie's face did the same thing that mine did when Alina had told me and I knew what she was thinking, so before she could ask the question, I beat her to it, "And no, not the dead grandmother, my mom's mother, the one I haven't seen in nine years."
"What could she want?" Francie asked confusedly.
I shrugged, "Only one way to find out, I'm meeting her after school at The Plaza Hotel."
Her eyes grew wide, "The Plaza?"
And I nodded.
"Wow, that's ritzy; I've never even gotten within twenty feet of the gate to The Plaza, let alone inside."
Then her face shone, and I knew what she was going to ask me, "Oh my god! You could so take pictures of it for this week's episode. Could you do that for me?"
What the hell?
"Of course I will," I told her and she started to happily jump up and down.
"You are the best friend I could ever ask for," she screeched, "Now let's do something with this hair, I mean it has to do something, right?"
Not. My hair never does anything, that's just wishful thinking on Francie's part, but that's why I love her, that and because she let's me be on television.
~&~&~
So, let me know what you think, and I promise in future chapters Michael makes bigger appearances, like being in whole chapters!
I walked into English halfway through the period as I knew I would, thankfully I had already missed Algebra, and Francie gave me a look as I took the seat next to her.
"Ah, Ms. Bristow, glad you could join us," Ms. Jones spoke from behind the book she was reading.
Damn! I had been hoping that she wouldn't notice me walk in right now, but I had bigger problems; Danny, Alice and their posse were all laughing at me.
"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked Francie quietly, noticing the funny look on her face, "Is there a reason everyone is laughing at me more than they normally do?"
Francie couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips, "Syd, your hair, is just a little..."
I reached my hand up to my hair and gasped, I had forgotten to brush my hair as I had literally run out of the door this morning, but not only did I have bed head, but the wind had really been whipping outside this morning, so my hair was as big as an afro with snarls and everything from not brushing it.
Why couldn't I just crawl in a hole and die?
Or get struck by lightening right now?
Now there was no way Danny would ever like me, I mean before I had a little hope that he would realize what a ditz Alice was and dump her and also realize how smart and beautiful I was and come to his senses.
Uh, not!
Why did everything bad always have to happen to me? I mean why couldn't Alice just slip on some ice or something and get all cut up and turn ugly?
That would be the day.
I didn't pay attention to anything for the rest of the class period, and the minute the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom followed closely by Francie, but of course we couldn't make it right there, I just had to run into someone, literally, at least it wasn't Danny Hecht, but this was bad enough.
"Ha ha," Michael laughed, "What happened to you Bristow?"
He had taken it upon himself to start calling my by my last name, I don't know why, but most times I didn't mind.
"Shut up Michael!" Francie exclaimed, I mean, she could tell him to shut up; he was her step-brother.
"No, really what happened to you?" he asked again, and I glared at him, I mean it was my full out death glare and hopefully he got the point that I didn't want to talk about it.
"Michael just leave her alone," Francie told him again and pushed me into the bathroom away from Michael, he could be so annoying sometimes.
Then we went to work trying to fix my hair as much as possible, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to work too well.
"Syd..." Francie started, "Don't pay attention to Michael, he's just jealous of you, plus I mean, he's a dork sometimes."
Michael jealous of me? Haha! Don't I wish! What does he have to be jealous of me for? I mean he's the one who's on the hockey team, he's the one who has groupies because of the team, I mean, have you seen how many girls go to those hockey games?
I wish I had groupies.
But I didn't say a word, and Francie continued, I mean she really liked to talk, so who am I to take away her glory?
"So what really happened this morning Syd?" she asked, "I mean, why were you late? When I called Alina, she sounded surprised, like she had thought you were already awake and out of the house."
"That's because she did," I replied with a smirk, sometimes I could outsmart people, "I just threw my alarm clock against the wall and slept until she came and woke me up. But that's not the weirdest thing that happened?"
Francie's face scrunched up, "Weirdest? What do you mean?"
"Well Alina told me my father called her this morning --"
"And that's the weird thing?" she questioned.
I just rolled my eyes. "No, let me finish, anyways, well actually it could be considered weird because hello, my dad makes his weekly phone call from wherever he is on Sunday nights, and today's Monday, and he just called last night. But that's not what I'm getting at...he called and told Alina my grandmother had called him and she was in town and wanted to see me."
Francie's face did the same thing that mine did when Alina had told me and I knew what she was thinking, so before she could ask the question, I beat her to it, "And no, not the dead grandmother, my mom's mother, the one I haven't seen in nine years."
"What could she want?" Francie asked confusedly.
I shrugged, "Only one way to find out, I'm meeting her after school at The Plaza Hotel."
Her eyes grew wide, "The Plaza?"
And I nodded.
"Wow, that's ritzy; I've never even gotten within twenty feet of the gate to The Plaza, let alone inside."
Then her face shone, and I knew what she was going to ask me, "Oh my god! You could so take pictures of it for this week's episode. Could you do that for me?"
What the hell?
"Of course I will," I told her and she started to happily jump up and down.
"You are the best friend I could ever ask for," she screeched, "Now let's do something with this hair, I mean it has to do something, right?"
Not. My hair never does anything, that's just wishful thinking on Francie's part, but that's why I love her, that and because she let's me be on television.
~&~&~
So, let me know what you think, and I promise in future chapters Michael makes bigger appearances, like being in whole chapters!