Kristy's first period class was Spanish I. It was a class she had
looked forward to when she'd first gotten her schedule. Now, she
dreaded it. Kristy was rarely shy, but now she was starting to worry
that the teacher would make her speak in class and she would sound
stupid. What was wrong with her? Kristy never worried about things
like that. It was probably because she always had her friends to back
her up. As that thought crossed her mind, Claudia walked into the
room.
Relief washed over Kristy. Finally, someone she knew. Now she could relax and be herself.
"Hi Claud," Kristy bellowed.
"Kristy. Hey," Claudia said with a smile.
"How's your day been so far,?" Kristy asked.
"Really good. I hooked up with Ashley Wyeth in homeroom. You remember her, right? Well, we're cutting third to go see this art show. I'm so excited, Kris! Its like we're finally real teenagers! Ya know? We can cut class, and party, and do all kinds of things," Claudia gushed. She looked so happy and excited.
"Claudia....are you serious? You're really going to cut the first day,?" Kristy asked.
"Well yeah. Ashley said that nobody would notice though. It isn't like elementary school, Kristy."
"How does Ashley know? She's a freshmen just like us," Kristy muttered.
Claudia sighed. Would Kristy ever be cool?
"Look Claud, she has friends that go here. Senior friends. They know. Trust me, it'll be okay," Claudia said. She rolled her eyes.
"I guess...but its really not a smart thing to do," Kristy informed her.
"Don't call me stupid! God, Kristy, I'm not an idiot. I can take care of myself. Just because I'm not a goody goody like you doesn't mean I'm a bad person," Claudia said so loudly the girl in front of her turned around.
"I didn't call you stupid! I just said it wasn't a smart thing to do. That's all. I don't think you're stupid but....I'm not a goody goody," Kristy shot back.
"Whatever. I don't need you telling me whats smart and what isn't," Claudia said.
She looked like she would have had a lot more to say if the teacher hadn't walked in just then.
As Ms. Garcia rambled on and on about all the things they were going to learn this semester, Claudia seethed. She was so mad at Kristy! She was sick of people always thinking they were smarter than her. She didn't want to stay cooped up in school all day, and just follow the rules like all these boring people.
Kristy was trying to pay attention and fight back tears at the same time. Could this day get any worse? She didn't feel at all like herself. Mary-Anne had practically ignored her, she'd had a fight with Claudia, and Sam didn't want anything to do with her. Kristy had no clue what to do to make herself feel better. Her thoughts wandered to the gallon of ice cream in the refrigerator at home. What she could really use, she thought, was a big bowl of ice cream, some brain-rotting television and a good cry.
looked forward to when she'd first gotten her schedule. Now, she
dreaded it. Kristy was rarely shy, but now she was starting to worry
that the teacher would make her speak in class and she would sound
stupid. What was wrong with her? Kristy never worried about things
like that. It was probably because she always had her friends to back
her up. As that thought crossed her mind, Claudia walked into the
room.
Relief washed over Kristy. Finally, someone she knew. Now she could relax and be herself.
"Hi Claud," Kristy bellowed.
"Kristy. Hey," Claudia said with a smile.
"How's your day been so far,?" Kristy asked.
"Really good. I hooked up with Ashley Wyeth in homeroom. You remember her, right? Well, we're cutting third to go see this art show. I'm so excited, Kris! Its like we're finally real teenagers! Ya know? We can cut class, and party, and do all kinds of things," Claudia gushed. She looked so happy and excited.
"Claudia....are you serious? You're really going to cut the first day,?" Kristy asked.
"Well yeah. Ashley said that nobody would notice though. It isn't like elementary school, Kristy."
"How does Ashley know? She's a freshmen just like us," Kristy muttered.
Claudia sighed. Would Kristy ever be cool?
"Look Claud, she has friends that go here. Senior friends. They know. Trust me, it'll be okay," Claudia said. She rolled her eyes.
"I guess...but its really not a smart thing to do," Kristy informed her.
"Don't call me stupid! God, Kristy, I'm not an idiot. I can take care of myself. Just because I'm not a goody goody like you doesn't mean I'm a bad person," Claudia said so loudly the girl in front of her turned around.
"I didn't call you stupid! I just said it wasn't a smart thing to do. That's all. I don't think you're stupid but....I'm not a goody goody," Kristy shot back.
"Whatever. I don't need you telling me whats smart and what isn't," Claudia said.
She looked like she would have had a lot more to say if the teacher hadn't walked in just then.
As Ms. Garcia rambled on and on about all the things they were going to learn this semester, Claudia seethed. She was so mad at Kristy! She was sick of people always thinking they were smarter than her. She didn't want to stay cooped up in school all day, and just follow the rules like all these boring people.
Kristy was trying to pay attention and fight back tears at the same time. Could this day get any worse? She didn't feel at all like herself. Mary-Anne had practically ignored her, she'd had a fight with Claudia, and Sam didn't want anything to do with her. Kristy had no clue what to do to make herself feel better. Her thoughts wandered to the gallon of ice cream in the refrigerator at home. What she could really use, she thought, was a big bowl of ice cream, some brain-rotting television and a good cry.