Last, we had to go meet the head of the school. His name is Principal and he rules us.
Principal is bald.
He talked to us for a while. He told us that we only needed to come see him if we were being bad. Or if we beat people up at recess. There goes my plan about Charlie.
Then London talked again. "Mr. Principal Guy? Just so you know, those glasses went out with the hippies! Oh, and that shirt…that doesn't go with your pants! And don't even get me started about your shoes…" I put my hand over her mouth.
I looked at Principal. "Don't mind this girl, here." Principal rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. I looked up there too, but I didn't see anything. Except a dead fly stuck to a piece of bubble gum.
We said bye to Principal and went back to the room. We weren't supposed to talk, but London and me talked anyways.
"My Daddy is rich," she said. "He gets me anything I want."
"Wow. My Mommy and Daddy are rich too, except they don't really want to waste money, which is the silliest thing I've ever heard of!" It was true. Mommy said that Daddy and her used to do movies together.
"I got a pony for my birthday," London continues. I gaped my mouth at that news!
"Really, London? Do you really have a pony for real?" I asked, very excited. She nodded her head yes.
"Being rich is heaven on earth." I nodded. Then we reached our room again. Mrs. Laura handed out paper and crayons for us to color with. That is called Coloring on Your Own Time.
I drawed a picture of my family. Plus also, me riding a horse. Only too bad for me, 'cause my pony looked like a wiener dog.
Then I noticed London's fingernails! They were painted pink. I asked her about them.
"The shade of pink is called Watermelon Rush," London said, holding out her hands in front of my eyes. "The manicure lady said it goes very well with my complexion."
"My Mommy only let's me paint mine clear. Clear is the boringest color in the world."
"I hate clear," London said.
"I know it. I hate clear too." We colored some more. Just then, a girl came up to me and London. She had wavy brown hair pulled into two pigtails. And she stood behind us very shy.
She looked at us. "H-hi. I'm Corrie…Can I…can I borrow your pink crayon? Mine got broken." She weared a white shirt and a black velvety skirt. I handed the crayon to her.
"Thank you," she said. She was about to turn back around when I decided to ask her something.
"Wait a second, Corrie! I'm Maddie, and this is London," I pointed to London. She waved. "Wanna be friends?"
Corrie smiled at us, which showed that she lost one of her top teeth already. "Okay." She went back to her seat.
That Matt talked. "Hey, didja know that on the bus ride home, big kids pour chocolate milk on the Kindergartener's heads? My big brother's in fifth grade! He knows it's true," he smirked at me. "So beware of the ride home." I suddenly felt butterflies in my tummy again.
"Okay, class! You can get your backpacks now and put your pictures in them! Take them home," Mrs. Laura announced. "And you can put the crayons back in the supply tray." She pointed to a white tray in the back of the room. "Everyone taking the bus home follow me, and the rest of you wait by the playground!" Uh oh, I thinked. I couldn't go on the bus!