Wow, okay, before you kill me, yes, I know this chapter is really short
too, BUT, let me explain before you throw me off a cliff. I had written
this chapter, along with the first one, in the infield at the Daytona 500
while I was there all week. I write it in a note book, and I guess I write
bigger than I thought, cause when I was done with the first two chapters, I
had six pages, front and back, written with the first two chapters, which I
thought was long enough, but when I typed it, it wasn't. So excuse the
length of this chapter. The third one is half way written, and is longer
than the first two put together, so give me a chance! 3 Krista!
Amy770- Wow! You were my first reviewer for this story! Thanks!
CakeEater'sGirly99 ()- I'm glad to know that people think my stories don't suck. I personally think they do, but thank you!
NYgoldfish54: Thank you for your review. It was helpful. I've never been complimented on my punctuation and grammar before. Thanks. As for your Mary- Sue comment, this might sound weird, but good. That's the purpose of her in these first two or three chapters. It's her 'mask' I guess you could say. Her flaws are coming soon. Don't give up on Jamie yet. Just wait and see...
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I promise. Seriously, I don't. I'm not lying! You can ask my mom! ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ Chapter Two: History and Proper Introductions
Entering the classroom unnoticed wasn't too successful. At least I tried. I wasn't like Portman who ad to make an entrance everywhere he goes.
"You're late Germaine," my teacher, Mr. Kilmer stated, not even looking up from his desk. How he knew it was me, I have no clue, but he's a teacher, and they have super teacher powers. They all do.
"I noticed," I shrugged, taking my seat in the back of the classroom.
"One more tardy and its detention, got it?" Mr. Kilmer replied, still keeping his eyes on his work. "Now if it fits into your busy social schedule, please turn to page 116 and do the review questions at the end of the chapter. Test's next week." Damn creepy teachers and their creepy teacher powers. I pulled out my book out of my bag and opened to the right page. Middle Age Europe. Fun.
I was about a quarter of the way through the section, reading about crop rotation, when I heard the door open. I pulled a Mr. Kilmer move and kept focused on my textbook.
"You must be Jamie," Mr. Kilmer said as the door thudded closed. I assume his eyes were kept on his work on his desk. "Take a seat in front of Mr. Germaine. Germaine, raise your hand so Jamie knows where to sit." I effortlessly put my hand up, dropping it right away. I'm sure she saw me. The new Jamie girl sat down and turned around to me.
"Psst..." she whispered. "What page?" I looked up after hearing that 'almost there' accent.
"One-sixteen," I replied. "So your name's Jamie?" Duh! You're an idiot Guy. What a stupid question to ask. No, her names not Jamie. Kilmer just felt like calling her that.
"Jamie Johnson, the one and only," she smiled that pretty smile. "And as for you, I've only heard you been called 'Mr. Germaine'. Therefore, I can only assume that your first name is Mister. Is that Dutch or something? It's catchy you know," she joked.
"Nope, Norwegian," I smirked. "Although my friends tend to call me Guy, as well as my mother. She uses that one a lot too."
"Guy, huh?" she laughed. "Not quite as catchy as Mister, but I'll get over it." She sure did smile a lot, not that I was complaining though. I loved that smile. We talked the remainder of the class, ignoring our assignment. I learned a lot about Jamie in that forty minutes. She had an older brother named Brad, who was like the second best football player in the state in high school, but he's already graduated. Her grandmother was sick with cancer, she had two horses, three sheep, and a cow she raised from a baby. Her dad was a captain in the U.S. army for nine years before he retired at forty-four years old. Her mother doesn't work, and is very old-fashioned.
"She's the exact opposite of me," is what Jamie had said, comparing her mother to her self. "I like to live things as they happen. She's so organized, it's gross."
When the bell rang to end class, I wish it hadn't. I was having a good time with Jamie Johnson. Beautiful Miss Jamie Johnson. When class was over, she picked up her stuff, which I had previously scattered across the hall ways of Eden Hall, and left the classroom, perfectly poised. Just as I was gathering my own stuff, she popped her head back in the door.
"See ya later Mister," she called. She smiled that smile and left. Wow...
As mush as Jamie had told me that day in Mr. Kilmer's third period history class, she left out one major detail that would shock not only me, but the rest of the Ducks as well.
^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ Okay, like I said, don't kill me about the length. Please review! If you do, I'll be your best friend!
Amy770- Wow! You were my first reviewer for this story! Thanks!
CakeEater'sGirly99 ()- I'm glad to know that people think my stories don't suck. I personally think they do, but thank you!
NYgoldfish54: Thank you for your review. It was helpful. I've never been complimented on my punctuation and grammar before. Thanks. As for your Mary- Sue comment, this might sound weird, but good. That's the purpose of her in these first two or three chapters. It's her 'mask' I guess you could say. Her flaws are coming soon. Don't give up on Jamie yet. Just wait and see...
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I promise. Seriously, I don't. I'm not lying! You can ask my mom! ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ Chapter Two: History and Proper Introductions
Entering the classroom unnoticed wasn't too successful. At least I tried. I wasn't like Portman who ad to make an entrance everywhere he goes.
"You're late Germaine," my teacher, Mr. Kilmer stated, not even looking up from his desk. How he knew it was me, I have no clue, but he's a teacher, and they have super teacher powers. They all do.
"I noticed," I shrugged, taking my seat in the back of the classroom.
"One more tardy and its detention, got it?" Mr. Kilmer replied, still keeping his eyes on his work. "Now if it fits into your busy social schedule, please turn to page 116 and do the review questions at the end of the chapter. Test's next week." Damn creepy teachers and their creepy teacher powers. I pulled out my book out of my bag and opened to the right page. Middle Age Europe. Fun.
I was about a quarter of the way through the section, reading about crop rotation, when I heard the door open. I pulled a Mr. Kilmer move and kept focused on my textbook.
"You must be Jamie," Mr. Kilmer said as the door thudded closed. I assume his eyes were kept on his work on his desk. "Take a seat in front of Mr. Germaine. Germaine, raise your hand so Jamie knows where to sit." I effortlessly put my hand up, dropping it right away. I'm sure she saw me. The new Jamie girl sat down and turned around to me.
"Psst..." she whispered. "What page?" I looked up after hearing that 'almost there' accent.
"One-sixteen," I replied. "So your name's Jamie?" Duh! You're an idiot Guy. What a stupid question to ask. No, her names not Jamie. Kilmer just felt like calling her that.
"Jamie Johnson, the one and only," she smiled that pretty smile. "And as for you, I've only heard you been called 'Mr. Germaine'. Therefore, I can only assume that your first name is Mister. Is that Dutch or something? It's catchy you know," she joked.
"Nope, Norwegian," I smirked. "Although my friends tend to call me Guy, as well as my mother. She uses that one a lot too."
"Guy, huh?" she laughed. "Not quite as catchy as Mister, but I'll get over it." She sure did smile a lot, not that I was complaining though. I loved that smile. We talked the remainder of the class, ignoring our assignment. I learned a lot about Jamie in that forty minutes. She had an older brother named Brad, who was like the second best football player in the state in high school, but he's already graduated. Her grandmother was sick with cancer, she had two horses, three sheep, and a cow she raised from a baby. Her dad was a captain in the U.S. army for nine years before he retired at forty-four years old. Her mother doesn't work, and is very old-fashioned.
"She's the exact opposite of me," is what Jamie had said, comparing her mother to her self. "I like to live things as they happen. She's so organized, it's gross."
When the bell rang to end class, I wish it hadn't. I was having a good time with Jamie Johnson. Beautiful Miss Jamie Johnson. When class was over, she picked up her stuff, which I had previously scattered across the hall ways of Eden Hall, and left the classroom, perfectly poised. Just as I was gathering my own stuff, she popped her head back in the door.
"See ya later Mister," she called. She smiled that smile and left. Wow...
As mush as Jamie had told me that day in Mr. Kilmer's third period history class, she left out one major detail that would shock not only me, but the rest of the Ducks as well.
^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ Okay, like I said, don't kill me about the length. Please review! If you do, I'll be your best friend!