Why Me, Why Now?
The day I reached Minnesota, I sighed. Twenty over hours on the plane. And
for what? For change. I hate change, never liked it, never will. I would
not even be here if my dad hadn't forced me to take the scholarship. How
could he? All my friends were back home, in Singapore. I stared up at the
golden lettering in front of the gate: Eden Hall College. "Great, just
great!" I muttered under my breath. I dragged my luggage against the floor
as I walked in. It is going to be hell at my new school.
"Come on! Open up! Come on!" I whined as I jiggled at the locker, but it wouldn't budge. I had decided to put my books in my locker since I was done packing all my stuff in my dorm, but to be fair, I did have my room mate Jenna to help me. I felt lucky that I had such a nice roommate, but I still miss my friends back home badly. I continued to jiggle my locker door, more forcefully than before. "You're new here aren't you? Do you need help with your locker?" said a deep voice. I spun around to see who it was. Great.... it was a boy.... You see, I had always gone to an all girls' school, so I never really associated with the opposite sex. I smiled; I did need to get my locker open. "Uhh...yeah, go ahead with the locker...I can't open it" I stuttered. He smiled and through his whole body weight onto the locker. It swung open. I stared at my locker, eyes wide open. "Is that the only way to open it?" I asked. "Yeah, it is", he said giggly "Hi I'm Adam, Adam Banks" "I'm Jean" I replied calmly. Wait! Was I actually calm? I'm usually not this calm around people I don't know, what's wrong with me?
English was my first class. Luckily Adam was in the same class as me. So as he walked me there, we talked. I told him about my hometown and he told me about his life in Minnesota. Once we were in the class, Mr. Escibar told me to sit in the front, his lessons were pretty interesting, so I guess this school wasn't as bad as I thought it to be.
I managed to get without much problem. Time really flew by and soon it was the end of my last class. I went back to my locker to get the books I needed for my homework. When I took out all the books that I needed. I checked my surroundings for anyone looking. When no one was looking, I stuck a picture of my friends on my locker door. I sniffed and wiped away a tear that had rolled onto my cheek. I slammed my locker door shut and walked up to my dorm
I had just finished doing all my homework when I realized it was only 8pm. I open my drawer. A pair of beautiful white skates lay there. There is a rink on school grounds. I bit my lip and grabbed my skates. I ran down to the rink. Thank goodness, no one was there. I pulled on my skates and went on the ice. I could feel the cool breeze against my skin. I love skating. It relaxes me. The more I skated the more I thought, about my hometown, about my friends there, my family I left behind about... Adam? No! What was he doing here? I slammed my hands against my forehead, that's right, he was a hockey player, I tried to slip away, but he spotted me. And he brought his little ducklings along, oh joy! "Jean?" he asked curiously. Busted! "Hi!" I said, faking a smile. "Well, gotta go, seeya" I said quickly and tried to run away. But his little friends surrounded me before I could do anything. I gulped, help!!! "Stop staring at me!" I wanted to yell, but judging by their size, it wouldn't have been such a good idea. "Ducks, I want you to meet Jean. Jean, meet the ducks" I heard Adam say. At least I think it was Adam. I was too scared to care. "H-Hi" I stuttered. I really wanted to go back to my dorm. "Well, I got tons of homework I need to finish, so bye!" I said. So I lied, but it was better than standing among people twice my height (I was never really that tall!). "Hey wait! Have lunch with us tomorrow okay?" Adam asked before I left. I nodded my head and skated off.
It was not until I reached my dorm before I knew what I had just gotten myself into. I buried my head into my pillow, what was I going to do?
I woke up the next morning, hoping that everything that happened last night was a bad dream. But I couldn't lie to myself. I am in Minnesota, I am having lunch with hockey players and I'm going to enjoy it! I groaned. Yeah right, like I can actually have fun with hockey players, their jocks.
I put my books back into my locker. It was time for lunch. I walked into the canteen and saw Adam lift up his hand, signaling me to go over. I took a deep breath and walked over to where the ducks were sitting. I put my tray down and began to eat. I figured the faster I eat, the faster I could leave. But the ducks weren't going to let me off just like that. I could tell they wanted to make me feel right at home and the weird thing was.............its working. They talked a lot about hockey while I talked about figure skating and tennis. Before I knew it, lunch was over and I headed for math.
As I was walking there, a tall big-sized boy who had spiked up his hair pinned me to the wall. "Let me go you creep!" were the only words I could choke out, but it was clear enough. "Well this is the price you pay, for hanging out with ducks!" He replied viciously. I could see two other guys standing behind him, snickering. That really annoyed me!! But I guess I wasn't the only person who was annoyed by this. Fulton grabbed the three boys by their collar (yes, He's that tall!), forcing the spiky-haired punk to release me. Fulton was about to aim his fist into the boy's teeth but I stopped him. I am not going to the principal's office on the first week of school. The boys obviously took this chance to flee. Honestly speaking I've never seen a guy run so fast in my life, man they must have been really scared! "Who were those jerks anyway?" I asked Fulton. "Old Varsity hockey team. Still sore with the ducks for beating them I guess" Fulton replied, still keeping a look out for them. You know, if I didn't know any better, I think Fulton wanted those boys to come back and fight.
I was lucky enough to not meet those hockey punks again. But by the time the day was over, the whole ducks family knew about the whole bully thing. I just don't get why they're fussing over it, when I've already forgotten it.
"Come on! Open up! Come on!" I whined as I jiggled at the locker, but it wouldn't budge. I had decided to put my books in my locker since I was done packing all my stuff in my dorm, but to be fair, I did have my room mate Jenna to help me. I felt lucky that I had such a nice roommate, but I still miss my friends back home badly. I continued to jiggle my locker door, more forcefully than before. "You're new here aren't you? Do you need help with your locker?" said a deep voice. I spun around to see who it was. Great.... it was a boy.... You see, I had always gone to an all girls' school, so I never really associated with the opposite sex. I smiled; I did need to get my locker open. "Uhh...yeah, go ahead with the locker...I can't open it" I stuttered. He smiled and through his whole body weight onto the locker. It swung open. I stared at my locker, eyes wide open. "Is that the only way to open it?" I asked. "Yeah, it is", he said giggly "Hi I'm Adam, Adam Banks" "I'm Jean" I replied calmly. Wait! Was I actually calm? I'm usually not this calm around people I don't know, what's wrong with me?
English was my first class. Luckily Adam was in the same class as me. So as he walked me there, we talked. I told him about my hometown and he told me about his life in Minnesota. Once we were in the class, Mr. Escibar told me to sit in the front, his lessons were pretty interesting, so I guess this school wasn't as bad as I thought it to be.
I managed to get without much problem. Time really flew by and soon it was the end of my last class. I went back to my locker to get the books I needed for my homework. When I took out all the books that I needed. I checked my surroundings for anyone looking. When no one was looking, I stuck a picture of my friends on my locker door. I sniffed and wiped away a tear that had rolled onto my cheek. I slammed my locker door shut and walked up to my dorm
I had just finished doing all my homework when I realized it was only 8pm. I open my drawer. A pair of beautiful white skates lay there. There is a rink on school grounds. I bit my lip and grabbed my skates. I ran down to the rink. Thank goodness, no one was there. I pulled on my skates and went on the ice. I could feel the cool breeze against my skin. I love skating. It relaxes me. The more I skated the more I thought, about my hometown, about my friends there, my family I left behind about... Adam? No! What was he doing here? I slammed my hands against my forehead, that's right, he was a hockey player, I tried to slip away, but he spotted me. And he brought his little ducklings along, oh joy! "Jean?" he asked curiously. Busted! "Hi!" I said, faking a smile. "Well, gotta go, seeya" I said quickly and tried to run away. But his little friends surrounded me before I could do anything. I gulped, help!!! "Stop staring at me!" I wanted to yell, but judging by their size, it wouldn't have been such a good idea. "Ducks, I want you to meet Jean. Jean, meet the ducks" I heard Adam say. At least I think it was Adam. I was too scared to care. "H-Hi" I stuttered. I really wanted to go back to my dorm. "Well, I got tons of homework I need to finish, so bye!" I said. So I lied, but it was better than standing among people twice my height (I was never really that tall!). "Hey wait! Have lunch with us tomorrow okay?" Adam asked before I left. I nodded my head and skated off.
It was not until I reached my dorm before I knew what I had just gotten myself into. I buried my head into my pillow, what was I going to do?
I woke up the next morning, hoping that everything that happened last night was a bad dream. But I couldn't lie to myself. I am in Minnesota, I am having lunch with hockey players and I'm going to enjoy it! I groaned. Yeah right, like I can actually have fun with hockey players, their jocks.
I put my books back into my locker. It was time for lunch. I walked into the canteen and saw Adam lift up his hand, signaling me to go over. I took a deep breath and walked over to where the ducks were sitting. I put my tray down and began to eat. I figured the faster I eat, the faster I could leave. But the ducks weren't going to let me off just like that. I could tell they wanted to make me feel right at home and the weird thing was.............its working. They talked a lot about hockey while I talked about figure skating and tennis. Before I knew it, lunch was over and I headed for math.
As I was walking there, a tall big-sized boy who had spiked up his hair pinned me to the wall. "Let me go you creep!" were the only words I could choke out, but it was clear enough. "Well this is the price you pay, for hanging out with ducks!" He replied viciously. I could see two other guys standing behind him, snickering. That really annoyed me!! But I guess I wasn't the only person who was annoyed by this. Fulton grabbed the three boys by their collar (yes, He's that tall!), forcing the spiky-haired punk to release me. Fulton was about to aim his fist into the boy's teeth but I stopped him. I am not going to the principal's office on the first week of school. The boys obviously took this chance to flee. Honestly speaking I've never seen a guy run so fast in my life, man they must have been really scared! "Who were those jerks anyway?" I asked Fulton. "Old Varsity hockey team. Still sore with the ducks for beating them I guess" Fulton replied, still keeping a look out for them. You know, if I didn't know any better, I think Fulton wanted those boys to come back and fight.
I was lucky enough to not meet those hockey punks again. But by the time the day was over, the whole ducks family knew about the whole bully thing. I just don't get why they're fussing over it, when I've already forgotten it.