After a restless nights sleep, I awoke with a start. Looking at my alarm clock, I saw I forgot to set it the night before and it was already 8:45! Damn jetlag! I had just enough time to put on my clothes and grab my bag. Mr. Delas told me to see him so he could hand me my schedule and show me to my first class.
I ran down the steps and out of my dorm building. Fixing my hair, I ran into the principal's office. "You're late, Miss Lucas." Mr. Delas simply stated. Trying to catch my breath, I quickly told him "Sorry sir, I forgot to set my alarm clock and -" He cut me off short. "I do not tolerate excuses Miss Lucas. Now if you will please follow me, I will guide you to your classroom"
My first class was History and the teacher put me in the back next to this girl named Monica. She seemed nice, but a little spacey. She was humming while the teacher was giving a lecture! But besides that, nothing really exciting happened.
After History I had Physics with Mrs. Hertz. It was a pretty big class from what I glanced a quickly, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Mrs. Hertz ushered me away from the doorframe where I stood frozen. So many faces looking at me! I was not a good public speaker and I didn't like being the center of attention.
"Class, this is Jamila Lucas. She's an exchange student from America! So Jamila, tell the class a little about yourself." Oh great, now you want me to talk in front of this group? Oy vey… I started to blush from embarrassment. "Um, hi. I'm Jamila but you can call me Jamie. Uh… I like to draw I guess… and.. Um…" See? I told you I wasn't I public speaker!
I must have been taking too long because Mrs. Hertz cut me off before I could say any more (like I wanted to). "Okay! That's very nice to know. Now you sit back there with Yumi Ishiyama. Yumi, please raise your hand!" The girl names Yumi raised her hand slightly. She was the Japanese girl I saw with "Purple Boy." She smiled at me as I sat down. I gave her a small smile back and waved. Yumi looked pretty cool and easy to get along with. Maybe this class might not be so bad.
The rest of my classes seem to pass by as a blur, because the next thing I knew it was lunchtime and I was starving! I had a few classes with Purple Boy and his friends. I should really learn that guys name. I think the teacher called him "Odd" but I think she was just stating a fact and not his name, but I really wasn't paying attention.
Quickly gathering my lunch at the cafeteria, I tried to find a table to sit at. I saw Yumi, the girl from my Physics class, but I didn't want to interrupt her and her friends. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and from what I overheard something was happening to a girl named Allie or Alex. I couldn't really hear the lunchroom was so noisy.
I quickly found an empty table near the window. Okay, now don't start feeling sorry for me because I have no one to sit with at lunch. But sitting by myself is find with me. I wouldn't want a bunch of strangers watching me eat anyway. I was sitting down eating my broccoli when a girl came up to me with two other boys that needed some fashion tips. The girl had long black hair and pretty much an all pink outfit on. She was holding her lunch tray and looking at me like she wanted me to say something. After getting the idea I didn't feel like talking, she said "Move. This is my table. Were you asked to sit here? I don't think so. So why don't you just pick yourself up and move somewhere else, okay? Buh-bye then." She waited for me to move. "What are you deaf or something? I said move!" By now, pretty much the whole lunch hall was looking at us.
I put my fork down. "You know, normally I would say no, but I just finished eating. It seems I lost my appetite when I saw your outfit blinding me in the eye." Hey, is she can be a bitch, so could I. The whole room didn't make a sound as I dumped out my tray and walked out of the building. I heard that girl say something about me to one of those boys she was with, but I ignored it.
The air felt cool and crisp, just how I like it. I ran up to my room and grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil and sat under a tree. The ground was a bit damp from the slight rainfall the night before, but I was unfazed by it. Flipping in my book to find a clean page, I drew the first thing that came into my mind: Alex.
Alex was a boy from my old school in Virginia. We started talking about a year ago after I heard a rumor that he liked me and we instantly clicked. As the months went on, I started to develop feelings for Alex and I got to know him better. Alex and I knew almost everything about each other. We would talk about everything from music to school to past regrets we both had. I don't think there was one thing I didn't know about this boy. So now I bet you are thinking 'well if they liked each other so much, why didn't they go out?' To tell you the truth, I have no idea. Believe me, there were may chances when we both asked each other to hang out, but we both kept saying no. But one thing came as a shock to me. Before I left for France, Alex didn't even tell me he was seeing some girl named Sam a grade below me. Needless to say me heart was broken. But I would never tell him that.
I sat there under my tree sketching the lines I remember so well about that face so vivid in my mind. After about 20 minutes of peace and quiet, my concentration was disturbed. Not because of my fellow classmates around me were noisy, but because my sketchbook was ripped out from my hands. I looked up to find that girl who told me off at lunch.
"Well, well what is the 'Foreign Freak' dong?" The girl asked. I stood up. She was flipping the pages of my book looking at my artwork. "What is this crap! These are the worst drawings I have ever seen! Ugh!" I clenched my fists and glared at her. No one touches or looks at my drawings besides me. To me, drawing is like a way to drop everything and just be a part of the paper in your lap and the pencil in your hand and your soul goes into that drawing. No one I know has ever understood that. Not even my parents. I did have one friend who was also an artist, but we lost touch over the years when she moved to Texas. And I don't want people to see my drawings. To me they are personal, like a diary. You wouldn't want someone reading your diary would you? That is like me with people seeing my drawings.
"Give that back it isn't yours." I said calmly. She stopped looking at the pictures and stared at me.
"Who do you think you are telling me what to do huh? I run this school. I'm the principal's daughter! Anything you say to me and I could tell my father and you would get expelled. You better learn the rules girl, because I won't have it. Got that?" By now she was so close to my face that I could see her smeared lipstick on her face.
"So you're Sissi, eh? Well I've heard some things about you, you know. Like how you're the class bitch and no one likes you. People seem to repel from you like flies. I bet that boy over there can't even stand to be near you!" I turned to look at the boy wearing green and he had brown hair, on of Purple Boys friends. He, along with the rest of that group, was watching Sissi and I with great interest upon their faces. Seeing how far they were from us, I must have been talking pretty loudly. "Oh wait, no one told me all that stuff, I found out on my own. Just now." I whispered to Sissi. If looks could kill, I would have been murdered right on the spot.
"Why you stupid little freak!" Wow, what a comeback. But right then I could have cared less about what Sissi was calling me. She still had my sketchbook in her hand. Staring at me in fury, she started ripping my pictures, page my page. That did it. I swung my fist at her face as hard as I could. It made contact with her nose and I heard a sickening crack. I was pissed.
Sissi obviously didn't see it coming because she dropped my now empty book and screamed. Holding her nose she screamed "You beast!" and ran away crying. I cradled my hand. I had never punched someone before and that hurt!
I bent down to see what damage that whore had done. Almost every picture was torn except my latest one of Alex that wasn't even completed. I started to pick up the paper when I saw a bunch of feet crowd around me. Great, now it looks like my artwork is on display, my hand is killing me, and right now I didn't feel like talking to anyone, let alone a group of people.
"You are my HERO! Even I wouldn't have the guts to clobber that witch like that! You have some guts there, Red!" I looked up. Purple Boy had a huge grin on his face. Yumi and the two other boys had a look of awe on their faces. I had to smile. The blonde one with glasses spoke to me first.
"Yu do know you are going to get in trouble by the principal right? He is her father." He said. Yumi nodded. I shrugged.
"Yeah but Sissi started it. Red here was just provoked," said Purple Boy. What is his name! I sighed. "First off, my name is Jamie. Second, I have no idea what your names are besides Yumi's. So could you introduce yourselves?" "Well, I'm Ulrich, the one with the glasses is Jeremie, and that's Odd." So Odd was his name!
"It's nice to meet you all, but sadly, I have to go. I need ice for my hand because it is hurting like hell, and I now need a new sketchbook thanks to Miss Conceited over there. So I will see you around." I waved goodbye and started walking up to my dorm, a smile on my face the whole way.
I ran down the steps and out of my dorm building. Fixing my hair, I ran into the principal's office. "You're late, Miss Lucas." Mr. Delas simply stated. Trying to catch my breath, I quickly told him "Sorry sir, I forgot to set my alarm clock and -" He cut me off short. "I do not tolerate excuses Miss Lucas. Now if you will please follow me, I will guide you to your classroom"
My first class was History and the teacher put me in the back next to this girl named Monica. She seemed nice, but a little spacey. She was humming while the teacher was giving a lecture! But besides that, nothing really exciting happened.
After History I had Physics with Mrs. Hertz. It was a pretty big class from what I glanced a quickly, trying not to look anyone in the eye. Mrs. Hertz ushered me away from the doorframe where I stood frozen. So many faces looking at me! I was not a good public speaker and I didn't like being the center of attention.
"Class, this is Jamila Lucas. She's an exchange student from America! So Jamila, tell the class a little about yourself." Oh great, now you want me to talk in front of this group? Oy vey… I started to blush from embarrassment. "Um, hi. I'm Jamila but you can call me Jamie. Uh… I like to draw I guess… and.. Um…" See? I told you I wasn't I public speaker!
I must have been taking too long because Mrs. Hertz cut me off before I could say any more (like I wanted to). "Okay! That's very nice to know. Now you sit back there with Yumi Ishiyama. Yumi, please raise your hand!" The girl names Yumi raised her hand slightly. She was the Japanese girl I saw with "Purple Boy." She smiled at me as I sat down. I gave her a small smile back and waved. Yumi looked pretty cool and easy to get along with. Maybe this class might not be so bad.
The rest of my classes seem to pass by as a blur, because the next thing I knew it was lunchtime and I was starving! I had a few classes with Purple Boy and his friends. I should really learn that guys name. I think the teacher called him "Odd" but I think she was just stating a fact and not his name, but I really wasn't paying attention.
Quickly gathering my lunch at the cafeteria, I tried to find a table to sit at. I saw Yumi, the girl from my Physics class, but I didn't want to interrupt her and her friends. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and from what I overheard something was happening to a girl named Allie or Alex. I couldn't really hear the lunchroom was so noisy.
I quickly found an empty table near the window. Okay, now don't start feeling sorry for me because I have no one to sit with at lunch. But sitting by myself is find with me. I wouldn't want a bunch of strangers watching me eat anyway. I was sitting down eating my broccoli when a girl came up to me with two other boys that needed some fashion tips. The girl had long black hair and pretty much an all pink outfit on. She was holding her lunch tray and looking at me like she wanted me to say something. After getting the idea I didn't feel like talking, she said "Move. This is my table. Were you asked to sit here? I don't think so. So why don't you just pick yourself up and move somewhere else, okay? Buh-bye then." She waited for me to move. "What are you deaf or something? I said move!" By now, pretty much the whole lunch hall was looking at us.
I put my fork down. "You know, normally I would say no, but I just finished eating. It seems I lost my appetite when I saw your outfit blinding me in the eye." Hey, is she can be a bitch, so could I. The whole room didn't make a sound as I dumped out my tray and walked out of the building. I heard that girl say something about me to one of those boys she was with, but I ignored it.
The air felt cool and crisp, just how I like it. I ran up to my room and grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil and sat under a tree. The ground was a bit damp from the slight rainfall the night before, but I was unfazed by it. Flipping in my book to find a clean page, I drew the first thing that came into my mind: Alex.
Alex was a boy from my old school in Virginia. We started talking about a year ago after I heard a rumor that he liked me and we instantly clicked. As the months went on, I started to develop feelings for Alex and I got to know him better. Alex and I knew almost everything about each other. We would talk about everything from music to school to past regrets we both had. I don't think there was one thing I didn't know about this boy. So now I bet you are thinking 'well if they liked each other so much, why didn't they go out?' To tell you the truth, I have no idea. Believe me, there were may chances when we both asked each other to hang out, but we both kept saying no. But one thing came as a shock to me. Before I left for France, Alex didn't even tell me he was seeing some girl named Sam a grade below me. Needless to say me heart was broken. But I would never tell him that.
I sat there under my tree sketching the lines I remember so well about that face so vivid in my mind. After about 20 minutes of peace and quiet, my concentration was disturbed. Not because of my fellow classmates around me were noisy, but because my sketchbook was ripped out from my hands. I looked up to find that girl who told me off at lunch.
"Well, well what is the 'Foreign Freak' dong?" The girl asked. I stood up. She was flipping the pages of my book looking at my artwork. "What is this crap! These are the worst drawings I have ever seen! Ugh!" I clenched my fists and glared at her. No one touches or looks at my drawings besides me. To me, drawing is like a way to drop everything and just be a part of the paper in your lap and the pencil in your hand and your soul goes into that drawing. No one I know has ever understood that. Not even my parents. I did have one friend who was also an artist, but we lost touch over the years when she moved to Texas. And I don't want people to see my drawings. To me they are personal, like a diary. You wouldn't want someone reading your diary would you? That is like me with people seeing my drawings.
"Give that back it isn't yours." I said calmly. She stopped looking at the pictures and stared at me.
"Who do you think you are telling me what to do huh? I run this school. I'm the principal's daughter! Anything you say to me and I could tell my father and you would get expelled. You better learn the rules girl, because I won't have it. Got that?" By now she was so close to my face that I could see her smeared lipstick on her face.
"So you're Sissi, eh? Well I've heard some things about you, you know. Like how you're the class bitch and no one likes you. People seem to repel from you like flies. I bet that boy over there can't even stand to be near you!" I turned to look at the boy wearing green and he had brown hair, on of Purple Boys friends. He, along with the rest of that group, was watching Sissi and I with great interest upon their faces. Seeing how far they were from us, I must have been talking pretty loudly. "Oh wait, no one told me all that stuff, I found out on my own. Just now." I whispered to Sissi. If looks could kill, I would have been murdered right on the spot.
"Why you stupid little freak!" Wow, what a comeback. But right then I could have cared less about what Sissi was calling me. She still had my sketchbook in her hand. Staring at me in fury, she started ripping my pictures, page my page. That did it. I swung my fist at her face as hard as I could. It made contact with her nose and I heard a sickening crack. I was pissed.
Sissi obviously didn't see it coming because she dropped my now empty book and screamed. Holding her nose she screamed "You beast!" and ran away crying. I cradled my hand. I had never punched someone before and that hurt!
I bent down to see what damage that whore had done. Almost every picture was torn except my latest one of Alex that wasn't even completed. I started to pick up the paper when I saw a bunch of feet crowd around me. Great, now it looks like my artwork is on display, my hand is killing me, and right now I didn't feel like talking to anyone, let alone a group of people.
"You are my HERO! Even I wouldn't have the guts to clobber that witch like that! You have some guts there, Red!" I looked up. Purple Boy had a huge grin on his face. Yumi and the two other boys had a look of awe on their faces. I had to smile. The blonde one with glasses spoke to me first.
"Yu do know you are going to get in trouble by the principal right? He is her father." He said. Yumi nodded. I shrugged.
"Yeah but Sissi started it. Red here was just provoked," said Purple Boy. What is his name! I sighed. "First off, my name is Jamie. Second, I have no idea what your names are besides Yumi's. So could you introduce yourselves?" "Well, I'm Ulrich, the one with the glasses is Jeremie, and that's Odd." So Odd was his name!
"It's nice to meet you all, but sadly, I have to go. I need ice for my hand because it is hurting like hell, and I now need a new sketchbook thanks to Miss Conceited over there. So I will see you around." I waved goodbye and started walking up to my dorm, a smile on my face the whole way.