"NOOOOOOO!"
It was too late. The first day of school and April had ALREADY missed the bus. What kind of impression would she put on at this rate? It wasn't her fault that her mom had to make a super big breakfast that she was forced to eat.
"Shoot." With a furrow in her dark brows, April kicked the ground, making particles of sand fly everywhere. Her extremely dark brown almost black hair (with a few spiral curls in it, thanks to her brand new CONAIR curling iron) reached her back and danced with the fluttering wind, making...tangles. She blinked her medium sized almond shaped eyes and her pouty glossed lips rubbed together nervously. "If I had only spent LESS time trying to make my stupid eyelashes CURL UP!" She pouted angrily. It had only taken a couple minutes...err, more like fifteen.
There was no more time for pouting. She had to get to school one way or another. So why not walk?
As the summer air lingered, a few birds chirped cheerfully as April plodded one foot in front of the other, thinking about what her new school would be like. She had been so loved at her old school, with dozens and dozens of friends to hang out with, a cute boy that she had liked and that liked her back, and teachers that loved her academic performance and good behavior. But all of that was going to change thanks to her dad's new job transfer. Why was life so utterly unfair? She hated being the new kid. And today she was going to be the new kid.
Suddenly April felt a quick whoosh of air and a dash of white fly by her cheek. Or was it? Was she just too tired? "I could have sworn I heard someone talking." She thought. "Well, maybe it was my imagination." Probably was. It was too early.
After twenty minutes April finally reached her new school. "Casper High School." She read, squinting into the hot sun. "What a ghetto name. Well, at least I'm still on time." She exhaled and took another deep breath. "Here goes nothing." She muttered.
As she opened the heavy doors she was instantly greeted by the cool, sweet air conditioned air...and several pairs of weird-new-kid stares. April sighed and continued to walk. She saw the normal labels – jocks, cheerleaders, brains, airheads, drama queens, punks, etc. And then there was this pretty girl with red hair who gave her a SUPER weird look. When April returned the look she just stuck her nose up in the air and walked off. She saw an African American kid with a palm pilot in his hand blabbing and blabbing to not amused Goth girl who constantly kept rolling her eyes. With a small laugh to herself she began to think differently of Casper. "Hey, maybe some people are actually gonna be nice here."
"APRIL LEE." The booming voice came from a man who had a goatee and shining bald head. "Coming from San Francisco, California?"
"Y-yes sir." April said, her eyes wider than saucers and filled with fear.
"Well young lady, I'll give ya the rules here." He said sternly. "Come into my office at once."
April turned her head and discovered a jock with blonde hair and blue eyes snickering with his friends. He winked at her and wore a letter jacket. Tons of cute girls surrounded him. TONS.
"After you." The man said, holding the door open for her and gesturing her to go inside. April did so.
"Sit down." He pointed to the seat. She sat.
"My name is Mr. Lancer, your principle for this school." April said nothing. "I will not tolerate rule breaking anywhere in the halls, school rooms, cafeteria or whatever. If you break the rules, you're outta here."
"Yes sir." April replied quietly.
"Rule NUMBER ONE." He said, clearing his throat and putting on a pair of spectacles. "No running in the halls. Rule number TWO. No chewing gum at any time. Rule number THREE..."
It seemed to go on for hours. April found herself daydreaming and looking around his office and out the window while he talked. She saw the talking boy and Goth girl again, but this time they were with another guy. He had black hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a white T-shirt with red marks on it. The Goth girl seemed to turn slightly red around him and kept giggling...or that's what it seemed like she was doing. For some strange reason there was something about the other guy...it wasn't necessarily his looks, but something made April stare at him in awe for a long time.
"Rule number 572..."
She couldn't help it. April yawned. Mr. Lancer seemed to take the hint. "Ok, I'll let you go now. You'll be assigned to home room 213, which is Mrs. Greenwood's class. Be good now. I don't want to see you in here again."
"Ok." April said. She gathered up her books and walked out the door as quickly as possible.
"Hey, I heard there's a new kid." Danny Fenton said. He was a 14-year old freshman at Casper High with blue eyes and jet black hair. His friends, Tucker and Sam stared at him.
"I mean, it's already all around the school." Sam said as she climbed onto a desk and sat on the surface. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"I hope it's a girl." Tucker said. "A really hot girl."
"If it's a hot girl, she'll be mine." Dash snorted at Tucker. "She'll fall for me in no time."
"Well we're about to find out." Danny said as he eyed a shadow getting closer to the door.
With a swing the door opened. A Chinese girl with black semi curled hair and bright brown eyes stepped in, holding her books to her chest. She wasn't hot at all...more of a mix of pretty and cute. She flashed a shy smile to the class.
"Class, this is April Lee, the new student from California." Mrs. Greenwood said cheerfully. "I'm Mrs. Greenwood dear, the Geography teacher for this grade."
"Hey Cali girl." Dash called out. A bunch of his friends cracked up near by.
"She's going to need some help around the school." Mrs. Greenwood said, ignoring Dash's remark. "Say, Danny, why don't you show her around after school?"
"Sure, Mrs. Greenwood."
"Why don't you go sit next to Samantha, there's an empty seat over there."
April nodded her head and quietly stepped toward the empty seat. As she sat next to Samantha, the Goth girl she had seen before, she didn't seem to know how she felt about her. Samantha seemed to be giving her an evil eye, but April wasn't sure.
"Now today we're going to learn about the history of Iceland..."
"Psst."
April's head flinched a bit, but she didn't turn around.
"PSST. HEY, new girl!"
April turned her head to find herself eye to eye with the Goth girl. She had dark purple eyes and dyed black hair. "Yeah?" April said.
"So, how do you like it here?"
"Well, I can't say anything really."
"Why?"
"I don't know anyone yet."
"You know me now, don't you?"
"Samantha, April, please." Mrs. Greenwood cut in.
April slouched down into her chair. Already she had given a bad impression on her first day. Mrs. Greenwood turned around.
"Psst."
April tried to ignore her.
"PSST."
"What?" April whispered, slightly aggravated.
"Be prepared."
"For what?"
"For this year. It's gonna be a harsh one."
"Um...thanks, I'll be sure to remember that."
"Samantha, April, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Mrs. Greenwood turned around again, looking annoyed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Greenwood." April apologized, turning a tomato red. Mrs. Greenwood eyed her suspiciously, then turned around and faced the black board again.
"Just great." April murmured to herself. She turned to find the African American guy smiling so she smiled back, but when she turned back to Samantha, she was glaring at her. April turned herself to take a look at the black hair blue eyed guy. He turned and saw her for a second before she thrust her head to the floor quickly. "I'm Danny." He whispered with a grin.
April smiled, looking up again and she could feel her cheeks burning."Hi." "April!" Mrs. Greenwood snapped. "This is your third and final warning, do you understand?" April could hear the class laughing at her. "Yes, Mrs. Greenwood." She said under her breath. She turned around once again. "Now, the mountains of Iceland..."
"Don't worry; she's always in a bad mood." Danny laughed, turning around to face her again. "I'll show you around after school. Just meet me in front of Mr. Lancer's office." April nodded. "Great." With a final smile, he turned back around to pay attention to the lecture on the history of Iceland.
It was too late. The first day of school and April had ALREADY missed the bus. What kind of impression would she put on at this rate? It wasn't her fault that her mom had to make a super big breakfast that she was forced to eat.
"Shoot." With a furrow in her dark brows, April kicked the ground, making particles of sand fly everywhere. Her extremely dark brown almost black hair (with a few spiral curls in it, thanks to her brand new CONAIR curling iron) reached her back and danced with the fluttering wind, making...tangles. She blinked her medium sized almond shaped eyes and her pouty glossed lips rubbed together nervously. "If I had only spent LESS time trying to make my stupid eyelashes CURL UP!" She pouted angrily. It had only taken a couple minutes...err, more like fifteen.
There was no more time for pouting. She had to get to school one way or another. So why not walk?
As the summer air lingered, a few birds chirped cheerfully as April plodded one foot in front of the other, thinking about what her new school would be like. She had been so loved at her old school, with dozens and dozens of friends to hang out with, a cute boy that she had liked and that liked her back, and teachers that loved her academic performance and good behavior. But all of that was going to change thanks to her dad's new job transfer. Why was life so utterly unfair? She hated being the new kid. And today she was going to be the new kid.
Suddenly April felt a quick whoosh of air and a dash of white fly by her cheek. Or was it? Was she just too tired? "I could have sworn I heard someone talking." She thought. "Well, maybe it was my imagination." Probably was. It was too early.
After twenty minutes April finally reached her new school. "Casper High School." She read, squinting into the hot sun. "What a ghetto name. Well, at least I'm still on time." She exhaled and took another deep breath. "Here goes nothing." She muttered.
As she opened the heavy doors she was instantly greeted by the cool, sweet air conditioned air...and several pairs of weird-new-kid stares. April sighed and continued to walk. She saw the normal labels – jocks, cheerleaders, brains, airheads, drama queens, punks, etc. And then there was this pretty girl with red hair who gave her a SUPER weird look. When April returned the look she just stuck her nose up in the air and walked off. She saw an African American kid with a palm pilot in his hand blabbing and blabbing to not amused Goth girl who constantly kept rolling her eyes. With a small laugh to herself she began to think differently of Casper. "Hey, maybe some people are actually gonna be nice here."
"APRIL LEE." The booming voice came from a man who had a goatee and shining bald head. "Coming from San Francisco, California?"
"Y-yes sir." April said, her eyes wider than saucers and filled with fear.
"Well young lady, I'll give ya the rules here." He said sternly. "Come into my office at once."
April turned her head and discovered a jock with blonde hair and blue eyes snickering with his friends. He winked at her and wore a letter jacket. Tons of cute girls surrounded him. TONS.
"After you." The man said, holding the door open for her and gesturing her to go inside. April did so.
"Sit down." He pointed to the seat. She sat.
"My name is Mr. Lancer, your principle for this school." April said nothing. "I will not tolerate rule breaking anywhere in the halls, school rooms, cafeteria or whatever. If you break the rules, you're outta here."
"Yes sir." April replied quietly.
"Rule NUMBER ONE." He said, clearing his throat and putting on a pair of spectacles. "No running in the halls. Rule number TWO. No chewing gum at any time. Rule number THREE..."
It seemed to go on for hours. April found herself daydreaming and looking around his office and out the window while he talked. She saw the talking boy and Goth girl again, but this time they were with another guy. He had black hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a white T-shirt with red marks on it. The Goth girl seemed to turn slightly red around him and kept giggling...or that's what it seemed like she was doing. For some strange reason there was something about the other guy...it wasn't necessarily his looks, but something made April stare at him in awe for a long time.
"Rule number 572..."
She couldn't help it. April yawned. Mr. Lancer seemed to take the hint. "Ok, I'll let you go now. You'll be assigned to home room 213, which is Mrs. Greenwood's class. Be good now. I don't want to see you in here again."
"Ok." April said. She gathered up her books and walked out the door as quickly as possible.
"Hey, I heard there's a new kid." Danny Fenton said. He was a 14-year old freshman at Casper High with blue eyes and jet black hair. His friends, Tucker and Sam stared at him.
"I mean, it's already all around the school." Sam said as she climbed onto a desk and sat on the surface. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"I hope it's a girl." Tucker said. "A really hot girl."
"If it's a hot girl, she'll be mine." Dash snorted at Tucker. "She'll fall for me in no time."
"Well we're about to find out." Danny said as he eyed a shadow getting closer to the door.
With a swing the door opened. A Chinese girl with black semi curled hair and bright brown eyes stepped in, holding her books to her chest. She wasn't hot at all...more of a mix of pretty and cute. She flashed a shy smile to the class.
"Class, this is April Lee, the new student from California." Mrs. Greenwood said cheerfully. "I'm Mrs. Greenwood dear, the Geography teacher for this grade."
"Hey Cali girl." Dash called out. A bunch of his friends cracked up near by.
"She's going to need some help around the school." Mrs. Greenwood said, ignoring Dash's remark. "Say, Danny, why don't you show her around after school?"
"Sure, Mrs. Greenwood."
"Why don't you go sit next to Samantha, there's an empty seat over there."
April nodded her head and quietly stepped toward the empty seat. As she sat next to Samantha, the Goth girl she had seen before, she didn't seem to know how she felt about her. Samantha seemed to be giving her an evil eye, but April wasn't sure.
"Now today we're going to learn about the history of Iceland..."
"Psst."
April's head flinched a bit, but she didn't turn around.
"PSST. HEY, new girl!"
April turned her head to find herself eye to eye with the Goth girl. She had dark purple eyes and dyed black hair. "Yeah?" April said.
"So, how do you like it here?"
"Well, I can't say anything really."
"Why?"
"I don't know anyone yet."
"You know me now, don't you?"
"Samantha, April, please." Mrs. Greenwood cut in.
April slouched down into her chair. Already she had given a bad impression on her first day. Mrs. Greenwood turned around.
"Psst."
April tried to ignore her.
"PSST."
"What?" April whispered, slightly aggravated.
"Be prepared."
"For what?"
"For this year. It's gonna be a harsh one."
"Um...thanks, I'll be sure to remember that."
"Samantha, April, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Mrs. Greenwood turned around again, looking annoyed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Greenwood." April apologized, turning a tomato red. Mrs. Greenwood eyed her suspiciously, then turned around and faced the black board again.
"Just great." April murmured to herself. She turned to find the African American guy smiling so she smiled back, but when she turned back to Samantha, she was glaring at her. April turned herself to take a look at the black hair blue eyed guy. He turned and saw her for a second before she thrust her head to the floor quickly. "I'm Danny." He whispered with a grin.
April smiled, looking up again and she could feel her cheeks burning."Hi." "April!" Mrs. Greenwood snapped. "This is your third and final warning, do you understand?" April could hear the class laughing at her. "Yes, Mrs. Greenwood." She said under her breath. She turned around once again. "Now, the mountains of Iceland..."
"Don't worry; she's always in a bad mood." Danny laughed, turning around to face her again. "I'll show you around after school. Just meet me in front of Mr. Lancer's office." April nodded. "Great." With a final smile, he turned back around to pay attention to the lecture on the history of Iceland.