Chapter 7: The First Day Of School
The next week goes by quickly. It's now the first day of school.
Jake's alarm clock goes off and he knocks it off his lamp desk.
"Jake get up. You don't want to be late for your first day of high school." Tom told him.
"I'm up, Dude." Jake told him as he rolled back to sleep.
Tom takes the covers off of him.
"Dad." Jake whined to him.
"Now, get up." Tom told him.
Jake gets up and gets dressed. He puts on a white skater shirt, short jeans and black sneakers he looks at his ski cap and puts it on. He goes down stairs and eats breakfast and then leaves. When he walks outside Max is walking to his house.
"Hey Max." Jake said to him.
"Hey." Max said to him.
Sarah is walking with them.
"Hi Sarah." Max said to him.
Sarah doesn't answer him.
"Sarah, Max said 'Hi' to you." Jake said to him.
"I didn't hear him." Sarah replied.
"You were thinking about my cousin again, weren't you?" Max asked her.
"I was not." Sarah told him.
Jake, Max and Sarah continue to walk to Fairfield High School. They walk in and go to their first class. Max and Jake have Social Studies first and Sarah has English with Mark. The late bell rings. Max and Jake are still in the hallway.
"Max, Dude we're going to be late." Jake told him.
"Don't worry. I know the teacher." Max told him.
They walk into the room. The teacher looks at them. He sees Max.
"Great you're in my class." The teacher said to him.
"Hey Marshall, what's up?" max asked him.
"In school it's Mr. Bombay." Marshall told him. (Marshall is Don's nephew and is 6'1" and has medium black hair. He was wearing a dress shirt with jeans on and is wearing black sneakers.)
"I'm sorry Mr. Bombay." Max told him.
"Take a seat you two." Marshall told them.
Jake and Max take a seat next to each other. John and Rob are in their class also.
"Great more jocks are in this class." A student said as Max and Jake walked by him.
"Shut up Frank." Max said to him.
"Why don't you shut up Max." Frank said to him.
Max laughs. And shakes Franks hand.
"How was your summer?" Max asked Frank.
"It was all right. I spent most of the summer in LA visiting my uncle." Frank told him.
"This is Jake Baker he's a skater also." Max told him.
"What's up Dude?" Frank asked Jake. ( Frank is the same height as Jake and has long blonde hair like Jake's. He's wearing a Tampa Bay Lightening shirt with jean shorts and black sneakers on.)
"Nothing much." Jake said to him.
"I'm Frank Belmont." Frank introduced himself.
"Are you good at skateboarding?" jake asked him.
"I'm the best in this school." Frank told him.
"You mean you were the best." Jake corrected him.
"Where you from big shot?" Frank asked him.
"Chicago." Jake replied.
Frank gets a chill.
"What's wrong Frank?" Max asked him.
"I got a chill just thinking about how cold it gets there." Frank told him.
In Mark and Sarahs class, the teacher puts them sitting next to each other.
"That sucks I have to sit next to you this year." Sarah said to Mark.
"You think I like sitting next to you?" Mark asked her.
"I think you do because you like me." Sarah replied.
Mark starts to gag and choke.
"I just got that vomit taste in my mouth." Mark told her.
"Why?" Sarah asked him.
"You thinking I like you." Mark replied.
Sarah scoffs at him. Mark mimicks her and scoffs back.
"Stop it." Sarah told him.
"Stop it." Mark said mimicking her.
"Mark, I'm serious." Sarah told him.
"Mark, I'm serious." Mark said mimicking her.
Sarah gets up and moves to another desk away from Mark.
"Is there a problem with the seating assignment?" The teacher asked Sarah.
"Yes, Mrs. Thomkins. The person you sat me next to is a jerk." Sarah replied.
"I'm not a jerk, she is." Mark said in his defense.
"Mark, shut up." Sarah told him.
"You shut up." Mark then told her.
"I'll settle this right now. Mark move to that side of the room and Sarah move to the other side away from Mark." Mrs. Thomkins told them.
Mark and Sarah move their seats and go where they were told. Mark gives Sarah a dirty look and Sarah gives him one back. Mark sticks his tongue out at Sarah. Sarah gives him an evil smile. Mark now has a confused look on his face.