Okay, Here's chapter two. It's slow, but good, I guarentee. Read, review, suggestions are welcome.
Chapter Two: The First Day of The Rest of Your Life
They took seats in the back, not where Melody would have liked to sit, but what choice did she have. She quickly got out her notebook and began taking notes on what she would need for the class, the rules, and more. She would tell Haley the list of things to send her. Certain books, or journals, etc.
"This class is not a joke," the teacher began. "I am Miss Muller and welcome to the eighth grade."
Melody wrote that down, English class is no joke, teacher is Miss Muller.
"For this class you will need a two inch notebook, only for this class." Melody wrote down Supplies Needed for English: Two Inch Notebook only for English. "The notebook will need seven dividers labeled: homework, class work, vocabulary, writing in progress, warm-ups, tests and quizzes, and lastly clean paper which should start with fifty sheets. They should be labeled and papers should be filed accordingly." Seven Dividers: Homework, Class Work, Vocabulary, Writing In Progress, Warm-ups, and Tests and Quizzes, and paper (fifty sheets) (papers must be filed accordingly. "You will need to get the following books and read one a month and turn in a book report, at least two pages, typed, double spaced, standard font size twelve, black ink, Times New Roman font." Books for monthly book report, typed, two pages, font twelve, double spaced, black ink, Times New Roman font. Books: "The books you should acquire before the next class for my approval are listed on my website which is up and running, and its at there is a link for a list of books and you should choose eleven for the eleven months you are in my class." (book list, pick eleven and get before next class)
Miss Muller walked around as she talked and saw Melody writing.
"And what are we writing Miss…"
"Miss James-Scott and I'm writing everything you say so I will be sure to get everything I need when it is needed and I won't forget how to type book reports or which books or what kind of notebook for this class."
"Really? Let me see." Melody handed Miss Muller the notebook. She read it. "You are right, why are the rest of you not writing everything out?" Miss Muller looked around the room. "Well if you don't have everything by next class I'll know why." She turned and looked directly at Bridgett, she had headphones in and was chewing gum. "Excuse me Miss…"
"It's Miss James-Scott and what do you want, this is a great song."
"What!" She turned and looked at Melody.
"I thought you were Miss James-Scott."
"I am, Melody Jersey James-Scott, she's my fraternal twin from L.A. Bridgett Star James-Scott, I'm from N.Y.C."
"Well then, I can tell, Miss Bridgett James-Scott, turn off the music, spit out the gum and by next class I expect you to be in full uniform like the rest of us, understood and if I see you like this again I will send you directly to the headmaster."
"Got it lady, I didn't know it was against the rules, my bad okay, I'm new, I didn't know, L.A. I could do that."
"I am Miss Muller, not lady.
"Got it, righting it down," she picked up a pen and rolled up her sleeve, Devil in Eng. Is Ms. Miller. and showed it to her, Miss Muller turned around in disgust.
Melody also was writing No Gum, No Music Players, always wear full uniform in English.
Thank the lord the bell rang. "I will see your darling faces on Thursday," Miss Muller called after all the students. Melody looked at her schedule, Science next, she then looked at Bridgett.
"What were you doing in there, I'm not letting you copy what I wrote, you're not going to see it."
"That's okay, I saw a cute guy in the front scribbling away, I'll ask him."
"Bridgett, no! You don't know him."
"All the more reason to get to know him."
"Fine! I give, you can borrow mine."
"Ha! Dad said you were just like mom, boy was he right, I'll have to call him later and tell him."
"Ugh! I can't believe you."
"And I can't believe you, look how long that skirt is, my golly, we've moved on, we can show our knees."
"But its so long, I'm short, and I wouldn't roll it up."
"I would, boys ain't never going to notice you like that."
"What would I need a boy for, I'm thirteen, in case you forgot."
"How could I forget, I'm thirteen too, remember, we're twins, duh."
"Funny," Melody said unlocking their room, they had over a half hour before Science. She would send her mother and e-mail of the things she needed for English and check out the book list.
"What are you doing?"
"E-mailing mom to get the things I need, she should be able to get it to me by Thursday. I hope, I even sent her the list of books, luckily I found eleven I haven't read."
"OMG, are you sure we're related, I'm totally blowing all of them, and supplies, I'll get a notebook." She flopped down on her unmade bed and smiled. Her dad promised a care package every month and sent her with her first one, which she had yet to open. That's what she was doing now. She ripped open the box. The familiar scent of home arose from the box. It was a surprise from her dad, she didn't pack it. She pulled out a MP3, she'd been begging for it for forever. There was a nave blue belt, it would match her uniform if she wore it, but it also matched her favorite shirt, she'd left him so many hints she wanted it and what size she was. She hugged it. Then threw it on her bed and continued rummaging through the box. Pens, a set of colored body pens. Perfect for fake tattoos. She looked through the box for more. A note from him.
Feeling homesick yet? Well its only a matter of time before those crazy people make you want to come home. Trust me, school sucks, D's are great, I love you, -Dad.
She smiled after reading that. He was crazy, but she loved him.
Melody opened her suitcase on the bed. She had some clothes which she put into the trunk on the bottom, since she'd wear the uniform most. Tapes, lots of tapes. Her and Haley had recorded them before she left.
Bridgett saw Melody holding some foreign object.
"What are those?" she asked, referring to the tapes.
"Cassette tapes, me and mom recorded them before I left, they go in a tape player."
"Tapes, girl," she help up the MP3 she just took out of the box, "meet MP3."
"I have those, but we record on tapes, sometimes CDs but mostly tapes. You can listen if you want, I can get my tape player out."
"That's okay, maybe later."
"Okay," she smiled and took her things out of the suitcase, her journal. She wrote songs in there. She was going to be a singer like her mother, or at least a songwriter. She emptied the suitcase and slid it under her bed next to her slippers. She then gathered her toiletries and put them in her basket in the bathroom.
Her bed looked stationary, perfectly made. Army style, you could bounce a quarter off of it. She smiled, like home, neat and orderly. She sat on her bed and looked at her watch, ten minutes till Science, might as well get ready. She grabbed her notebook and placed it back into her bag, and a pen, and her water bottle, she should keep her throat wet all day and she forgot it for English, she wouldn't forget it again.
"Come on BS, its time for Science."
"Fine, but I hate Science."
"You hate everything that has to do with school."
"I know," Bridgett smirked.
"Let's go."
They left the room and headed for Science. They actually arrived on time to that class. Melody took a seat in the front, where she liked to be, and dragged Bridgett up there with her. Melody took out her notebook, Science, Period 2
"Hello and welcome to Science, Period 2, Eighth Grade, I am Mister Henson, and I will be your teacher for the next eleven months." Mister Henson, teacher. "For my class you will need to be knowledgeable of current scientific events and weekly you should summarize a scientific article in a recent science magazine or newspaper." Science Article summary weekly, newspaper or science magazine. "You will need a sturdy binder, one inch, to last the year. It should include nine dividers labeled Vocabulary, Tests and Quizzes, Warm-ups, Homework, Class Work, Science Articles, Notes, Paper, and Laboratory Experiments." Sturdy one inch binder, eight dividers: Vocabulary, Tests and Quizzes, Warm-ups, Homework, Class Work, Science Articles, Notes, Paper, and Laboratory Experiments. "I would like this stuff by Thursday, if you can, if not, by next Tuesday." Need by Thursday. "You will need a pen, pencil, colored pencils, a ruler, college ruled lined paper, and a yellow highlighter." Pen, pencil, colored pencils, ruler, college ruled lined paper and yellow highlighter. "Class will officially begin on Thursday, be on time, in uniform, and attentive." Wear uniform, arrive on time, and be attentive in class. "That is all for this class." The bell rang. That was it for the day. Melody had taken notes in both classes, while Bridgett hasn't taken one. They walked back to their room together.
"I need to send mom an e-mail to tell her about Science. She'll need to get me the supplies and subscriptions to all the major newspapers, The Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, The Washington Post, everything. Plus I need Science Magazines, the books, I sent her a list of about forty classics, most on the book list. So its good. I also found some holes in y music collection, she needs to send me a few tapes, I must have left them in my room, and my dress, she had is specially ordered for me, but it wasn't ready when I left, she can send it in this box. I can't wait."
"Yea, I need to talk to my dad, tell him they don't feed me here, well at least not good food, man we need to get some pizza up in this joint, burgers, fried chicken, McDonalds. Well if he has time, that is, all those girls, and playing ball, its important to him, I can take care of myself. And him. I think maybe after this semester I should go back."
"Don't, okay, you'll learn to love actual food, I love it, and we're from the same gene pool. Fried food isn't good for you. And wow, I never knew your dad was like that, my mom always put me and my needs before her job, which she's married to by the way. He's a big boy, I'm sure her can take care of himself."
"I doubt it, I need to call him. True he will hold this over my head for like the rest of my life, I think its worth going home. I bugged him about coming here and now I'm gonna bug him about coming home, quite ironic."
"How about I call him and talk to him?"
"You?"
"Yea, he's my dad, too."
"Fine, but you have to let me talk to mom."
"Deal."
Okay, how was it, good, bad, ugly?
