Chapter Two
Friends
"Jamie…Jamie", please let this be a dream I thought as I opened my eyes. Sun beams came pouring into my bedroom. "Your gonna be late if you don't get up", Jake yelled. Not something I'm use to. Jake up before me. I definitely should have taken this as a sign for a strange year. "Whoa" my light voice let out when my stomach hit the shoulder he just threw me over. Down the stairs he carried me and dropped me on the marble counter top. "Now that you're up, do ya wanna make us some bagels?" Of course the one thing my jock brother wants. Food. I glared at him. "Good" he ignored my grimace, "I'll pour juice." I popped two bagels into the toaster and went to my room in search for a perfect first day of tenth grade outfit. After failing I quickly changed so I could get downstairs before my monster like brother became impatient and ate both of our breakfast.
It was different without Niki but I could deal. Chris and I refused the ride offered by my brother Aeron and chose to walk to school. (If you've seen him drive you would know why.) When we got close enough to Westdale High School I was able run and catch up with my friends. "Who do you have for homeroom", Samantha asked me and our conversation drifted from there.
"Take your seats. Take your seats. Take your seats." Mr. Anderson, my new homeroom teacher and the only teacher who actually prefers to say everything three times, said. "If some of you don't already know I'm Mr. Anderson. That's Anderson. A-n-d-e-r-s-o-n" he spelt for us. He gave us the same speech we get every year but his was three times as long and was cut short by bell. I pulled my too skinny pale too body to my locker and took out books for my next class. I had no idea why I was so tired. I went to bad earlier than usual. Maybe I was getting sick. All my classes blew by quick and easy. The lunch bell sounded and I joined my scrambling peers to the cafeteria. "So I hope we have atleast one class together. I mean how can we go all day only seeing each other at lunch." My insane best friend Tiffany ranted. I tried to listen hoping that my constant nodding I did when she directed a statement at me would please her. "Are you listening to me. I mean we only get to see each other lunch and you don't even listen to me there." Crap it didn't work. Know someone since fourth grade and they apparently know how to read your mind. "Are you sick because I can walk you to the nurse. Did you know they hired another nurse. This could give us a chance to go meet her. Do you think she will sneak us midols like Mrs.…?" "Maybe some other time" I said. Her constant talking carried on until we were out of the lunch line and took our regular seats from last year. It was easy to be friends with her because she talked a lot and I didn't. Soon after sitting Chris ran up "So do you have any money" he asked like he didn't already know the answer. "Here" I said dropping the five dollar bill in front of him. "Thank you. I will so pay you back. Love ya sis". "I still can't believe that is your brother" Casey said watching him carefully. At our table was Casey, Samantha, Jonathan, Cameron, Eric, and Matt. They all have completely different personalities that go together well. The first fifteen years of my life I wondered what I would ever do with out them. Now the only difference is.....
I know