A/N - Ok, here's a much longer chapter. I didn't ask for reviews on the
last two chapters because they were pathetically short. But now I'd really
love some reviews, no flames please! Hope you enjoy this!
Anne - Chapter 3
My first class of the day is chemistry with Dr. Brooks. I walk in and hand him a note. While he reads it I look out at the classroom full of kids staring at me.
I notice right away that there's a definite division in the way the kids are sitting. To my left, the kids are dressed like me; the girls in skirts and nice shirts while the guys are wearing slacks and letterman jackets. To my right, the girls are wearing Capri's and pants, their shirts showing an inch or two of stomach - and they're wearing way too much make-up. The boys were wearing jeans and white tee-shirts, some had leather jackets over them; their hair was on the long side and greased back.
"Well class, this is Anne. She just moved here from Massachusetts. Say hello, class."
"Hello Anne." The whole class said in a mocking tone.
"Well, Anne, why don't you take a seat..." he trailed off, looking around for an empty seat. "There with Sodapop. Sodapop, raise you hand please."
A nice looking young man sitting to the right raised his hand and smiled at me. And it was a gorgeous smile. A few of the guys sitting near him smirked as I took the empty seat at his lab table.
He turned and smiled at me again. God, he was good looking.
"Mr. Curtis, you have a new lab partner. Catch her up and get on with today's lab." Dr. Brooks then began reading a book that had been open on his desk when I had come in.
Soda turned to smile at me again. "Hi, Anne. I'm Sodapop Curtis, but you can just call me Soda." Not only was he cute but he seemed nice enough despite the fact that I was still slightly intimidated by the people sitting around me.
Soda quickly got on explaining the lab and we were soon done. The fact that I had already done this lab back home may have helped just a little.
"So, Anne," he said when we had finished cleaning up, "Tell me about yourself." As I opened my mouth to speak the bell rang. Soda grinned that grin which I was beginning to realize was his trademark, picked up his books and left the room.
I made it through two more classes with less luck then I had the first. People didn't seem too friendly and scrutinized me as soon as I walked into the room. Finally, the bell rang for lunch and I headed to the cafeteria hoping for a bit of normalcy, but not really expecting any.
After finally finding the café I grabbed a salad and milk and looked around for an empty seat. The division of the café was just the same as it had been in all my classes - well-dressed kids to the left and the tough looking kids to the right.
Three girls came up to me and looked me up and down. "She looks like one of us," a tall, black haired girl whispered to the other two. I really wasn't sure what they meant, but I did look like them with my knee length black skirt and baby pink sweater.
"You can sit with us." A blonde girl said as she took me by the arm and led me over to a table. "I'm Marcie, this is Brenda." She pointed to the black haired girl. "And this is Fay." She pointed to a petite brunette.
"I'm Anne." I said smiling through my nerves.
"Yes, you're in our chem class. I'm sorry you had to sit with the Curtis boy, you shouldn't have to too often though."
"Oh? Why?" I asked.
"He works at the DX station on the west side; he only comes to school when he isn't working."
"That's too bad," I said. I really meant it to. He seemed so nice. Marcie simply shrugged like it didn't really matter.
"They're not like us, just stick with us and you'll get along fine here." I could tell the conversation was over when they all started eating. I spent the rest of the afternoon finding my classes and wondering exactly what they had meant by "like us". When the final bell rang I was beyond relieved to get home.
Anne - Chapter 3
My first class of the day is chemistry with Dr. Brooks. I walk in and hand him a note. While he reads it I look out at the classroom full of kids staring at me.
I notice right away that there's a definite division in the way the kids are sitting. To my left, the kids are dressed like me; the girls in skirts and nice shirts while the guys are wearing slacks and letterman jackets. To my right, the girls are wearing Capri's and pants, their shirts showing an inch or two of stomach - and they're wearing way too much make-up. The boys were wearing jeans and white tee-shirts, some had leather jackets over them; their hair was on the long side and greased back.
"Well class, this is Anne. She just moved here from Massachusetts. Say hello, class."
"Hello Anne." The whole class said in a mocking tone.
"Well, Anne, why don't you take a seat..." he trailed off, looking around for an empty seat. "There with Sodapop. Sodapop, raise you hand please."
A nice looking young man sitting to the right raised his hand and smiled at me. And it was a gorgeous smile. A few of the guys sitting near him smirked as I took the empty seat at his lab table.
He turned and smiled at me again. God, he was good looking.
"Mr. Curtis, you have a new lab partner. Catch her up and get on with today's lab." Dr. Brooks then began reading a book that had been open on his desk when I had come in.
Soda turned to smile at me again. "Hi, Anne. I'm Sodapop Curtis, but you can just call me Soda." Not only was he cute but he seemed nice enough despite the fact that I was still slightly intimidated by the people sitting around me.
Soda quickly got on explaining the lab and we were soon done. The fact that I had already done this lab back home may have helped just a little.
"So, Anne," he said when we had finished cleaning up, "Tell me about yourself." As I opened my mouth to speak the bell rang. Soda grinned that grin which I was beginning to realize was his trademark, picked up his books and left the room.
I made it through two more classes with less luck then I had the first. People didn't seem too friendly and scrutinized me as soon as I walked into the room. Finally, the bell rang for lunch and I headed to the cafeteria hoping for a bit of normalcy, but not really expecting any.
After finally finding the café I grabbed a salad and milk and looked around for an empty seat. The division of the café was just the same as it had been in all my classes - well-dressed kids to the left and the tough looking kids to the right.
Three girls came up to me and looked me up and down. "She looks like one of us," a tall, black haired girl whispered to the other two. I really wasn't sure what they meant, but I did look like them with my knee length black skirt and baby pink sweater.
"You can sit with us." A blonde girl said as she took me by the arm and led me over to a table. "I'm Marcie, this is Brenda." She pointed to the black haired girl. "And this is Fay." She pointed to a petite brunette.
"I'm Anne." I said smiling through my nerves.
"Yes, you're in our chem class. I'm sorry you had to sit with the Curtis boy, you shouldn't have to too often though."
"Oh? Why?" I asked.
"He works at the DX station on the west side; he only comes to school when he isn't working."
"That's too bad," I said. I really meant it to. He seemed so nice. Marcie simply shrugged like it didn't really matter.
"They're not like us, just stick with us and you'll get along fine here." I could tell the conversation was over when they all started eating. I spent the rest of the afternoon finding my classes and wondering exactly what they had meant by "like us". When the final bell rang I was beyond relieved to get home.