A/N-sorry it took me so long to get this next one up. The funny thing is
that I have had it written for like weeks already but I just never got
around to typing it up. Plus, there was school and the band trip(which was
hella fun! We went to Atlanta, nice place...). I loved you'se guys reviews!
The was you were all so supportive of her choice...and you guys have
convinced me(more like guilted me) into doing a CC. So, this is a short
chapter, in third person(don't worry, the next one, except for a little,
and the rest of the story go back to Lexi's POV). Alright, CC:
NAME
NICKNAME
REASON FOR NICKNAME
AGE/GRADE
DESCRIPTION(INCLUDE CLOTHES)
PERSONALITY
PERSONAL HISTORY/FAMILY LIFE
NEWSIE(PICK UP TO THREE)
ANOTHER INTERESTING/VITAL STATS
Now, the story!
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CHAPTER 3
"I haven't had this feeling lately
I want to get up and go
It's like I'm thinking crazy thoughts
Sometimes I just don't know
Don't make me start without you
Cause I got nowhere to go"
-Goldfinger-"I Believe"
Medda Larkson looked down at her class, in a loving way of course, analyzing the expressions on her face, determining the right way to inform her beloved students of the coming situation. They were good kids, and would understand, she hoped, but she knew, and expected, some not so enthusiastic or friendly comments. She sighed before putting on a slightly forced smile.
"Class" she began in her southern accent, brushing some of her bright red, curly hair out of her face. "In a week, we will be joined by a new student."
"Woohoo" replied Francis Sullivan, who was known as Jack to practically everyone, in a sarcastic and far from excited tone. "Why are you telling us this Miss Larkson?"
"Now Jack" she said, the small smile becoming a real one at his remark. "I'm informing y'all because I was phoned ahead. Now, our new student just recently lost her mother to a dreadful car crash. I expect y'all to be nice to her, and understanding of her situation. It's tough enough that she has to deal with losing her mother, but she is also dealing with moving and I want to be sure that y'all will be polite and helpful."
"Where are they from?" Ivan "Dutchy" Kales asked.
"Hartford, Connecticut"
"Hahtfohd, Connecticut?!?" Benjamin "Spot" Conlon exclaimed in a very poor imitation of a northerners accent. "Great, just what we need" he scoffed, pushing back in his chair so the chair was resting only on its two back legs. "A Yankee."
"Don't discriminate her just because she's from the North" Medda said, glaring at Spot who quickly set his chair back on all four legs. "As I have already informed y'all, she's going through something extremely difficult and I expect y'all to be nice and respectful to her..." Medda then gave Spot a small smile. "...Yankee or not."
"C'mon Spot" Kevin "Kid Blink" Parker said, a grin across his face. "Who knows, she could be HOTT" the rest of the guys, including Spot and Blink, laughed and a few crude comments were uttered, only to be replied with, from the girls in the classroom, sighs and names such as "Pigs" "Chauvinists" and "Jerks".
"Class!" Medda said loudly in attempt to quiet them down. "Not in my classroom" she shook her head in an exhausted manner. "I don't care if she's a Yankee, hott..." at this she gave Blink a scrutinizing look, and he sunk down in his chair sheepishly. "Or whatever else she could be. You will treat her with kindness. Understood" Medda said this firmly and the class responded with "yes ma'am", causing Medda to smile. "Alright then. Now, please turn to page 523 in your books. Today we start hyperbolas!"
"Only you Miss Larkson" Jack said with a laugh. "Would be excited about starting hyperbolas."
"I'm excited Jack" Jonathan "Racetrack" Higgins cut in. "The curves, the equations" he clapped his hands together mockingly. "Such fun!"
"Shut up Race" Spot said, chucking an eraser across the room and hitting him squarely on the head.
"Boys, settle down" she sighed. "Race, why don't you start reading at the top of the page, because you are so excited about starting this next unit."
"But...but..." Race stuttered but once he was the look of seriousness in Medda's eyes and sighed. "Yes ma'am." He cleared his throat importantly, getting a lot of groans from the rest of the class. "A rational function is..."
NAME
NICKNAME
REASON FOR NICKNAME
AGE/GRADE
DESCRIPTION(INCLUDE CLOTHES)
PERSONALITY
PERSONAL HISTORY/FAMILY LIFE
NEWSIE(PICK UP TO THREE)
ANOTHER INTERESTING/VITAL STATS
Now, the story!
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CHAPTER 3
"I haven't had this feeling lately
I want to get up and go
It's like I'm thinking crazy thoughts
Sometimes I just don't know
Don't make me start without you
Cause I got nowhere to go"
-Goldfinger-"I Believe"
Medda Larkson looked down at her class, in a loving way of course, analyzing the expressions on her face, determining the right way to inform her beloved students of the coming situation. They were good kids, and would understand, she hoped, but she knew, and expected, some not so enthusiastic or friendly comments. She sighed before putting on a slightly forced smile.
"Class" she began in her southern accent, brushing some of her bright red, curly hair out of her face. "In a week, we will be joined by a new student."
"Woohoo" replied Francis Sullivan, who was known as Jack to practically everyone, in a sarcastic and far from excited tone. "Why are you telling us this Miss Larkson?"
"Now Jack" she said, the small smile becoming a real one at his remark. "I'm informing y'all because I was phoned ahead. Now, our new student just recently lost her mother to a dreadful car crash. I expect y'all to be nice to her, and understanding of her situation. It's tough enough that she has to deal with losing her mother, but she is also dealing with moving and I want to be sure that y'all will be polite and helpful."
"Where are they from?" Ivan "Dutchy" Kales asked.
"Hartford, Connecticut"
"Hahtfohd, Connecticut?!?" Benjamin "Spot" Conlon exclaimed in a very poor imitation of a northerners accent. "Great, just what we need" he scoffed, pushing back in his chair so the chair was resting only on its two back legs. "A Yankee."
"Don't discriminate her just because she's from the North" Medda said, glaring at Spot who quickly set his chair back on all four legs. "As I have already informed y'all, she's going through something extremely difficult and I expect y'all to be nice and respectful to her..." Medda then gave Spot a small smile. "...Yankee or not."
"C'mon Spot" Kevin "Kid Blink" Parker said, a grin across his face. "Who knows, she could be HOTT" the rest of the guys, including Spot and Blink, laughed and a few crude comments were uttered, only to be replied with, from the girls in the classroom, sighs and names such as "Pigs" "Chauvinists" and "Jerks".
"Class!" Medda said loudly in attempt to quiet them down. "Not in my classroom" she shook her head in an exhausted manner. "I don't care if she's a Yankee, hott..." at this she gave Blink a scrutinizing look, and he sunk down in his chair sheepishly. "Or whatever else she could be. You will treat her with kindness. Understood" Medda said this firmly and the class responded with "yes ma'am", causing Medda to smile. "Alright then. Now, please turn to page 523 in your books. Today we start hyperbolas!"
"Only you Miss Larkson" Jack said with a laugh. "Would be excited about starting hyperbolas."
"I'm excited Jack" Jonathan "Racetrack" Higgins cut in. "The curves, the equations" he clapped his hands together mockingly. "Such fun!"
"Shut up Race" Spot said, chucking an eraser across the room and hitting him squarely on the head.
"Boys, settle down" she sighed. "Race, why don't you start reading at the top of the page, because you are so excited about starting this next unit."
"But...but..." Race stuttered but once he was the look of seriousness in Medda's eyes and sighed. "Yes ma'am." He cleared his throat importantly, getting a lot of groans from the rest of the class. "A rational function is..."