Next part. (suppose to be connected but chap 2 but then again chap 2 was suppose to be with chap 1 so... ^_^)
It takes forever to get over writer's block AND getting my computer fixed.
DANG! a DOUBLE WHAMMY!
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Mum packed my lunch in my Rolling Stones lunch box. A banana, a juice box, a peanut butter and fluff sandwich (hold the peanut butter), a huge slice of mum's famous sugar cake and a few chocolate cookies. She was a little nervous since I hadn't had any proper friends before so. She bakes when she's nervous. A few days before, I begged her to take me shopping for school. I had to make sure I looked good. She loved it almost as much as I do now, if that's possible.
I peeked out the crack of the front door, to where the bus would stop. Only a few more minutes til it would come. I closed the door but before i turned completely, I ran into my dad. He glared down at me, tired and annoyed.
"Sorry, sir," I whispered, reopening the door. "Have a nice day at work."
He left without a word, like every morning.
I grabbed my school bag, and walked outside and waited. The bus came around the corner only minutes later when I noticed my lunch was missing. To think I'd forget about the sugar cake!
The bus stopped a few feet in front of me, just before I could turn for the house.
"Darn. No lunch today," I sighed and kicked a pebble.
"Wait!" Someone called from behind me. I turned. It was my mum: head half-covered in Curlers, one slipper, her robe half open with my lunchbox in hand.
I glimpsed up at the giggling kids. Mum hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Bye Vincey love. Have a nice say at school, right?"
I nodded and climbed the bus stairs. When the door closed I waved and made my way to the back of the bus.
The kids snickered and pointed as I walked pass them. Others gave dirty looks. Lucky for me, I found an empty seat all the way in the back.
As soon as I sat, the bus took off. I set my lunch box next to me and laid my head against the cool glass. Ignoring the bumping of the bus that caused my head to hit the window, I fell asleep.
I awoke when the bus screeched to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my lunchbox slide of the seat and my banana, sandwich and juice fall out. The tall older boy stepped out from his seat. I hid behind my seat when I heard a squish and splat. He swore.
"Those were me new shoes!" He said angrily, wiping them on the side of the seat. He saw my sandwich and picked it up.
"Well, you wrecked my shoes, I get your lunch. Seems fair to me," he sneered as he left the bus.
I picked up my nearly empty lunchbox to see if anything survived. I sniffed. Mashed cake with crumbled cookies. I sniffed again.
M'not gonna cry. M'not gonna cry.
I stood with my bag and walked down the aisle.
This ain't gonna ruin my day. It can't.
I rubbed away the stray tears and laughed. "Cookies and cake together. It could work."
I strode into classroom, looking at all the groups of kids. It was a big class. I think about 30?
As I passed the biggest desk in the class, I heard, "Well aren't you cute?" I looked back at her and smiled a little.
"But there's only suppose to be 12 girls in my class. What's your name sweetie?"
I sighed, but, really, thinking of all the times it's happened to me, at least she didn't call me ugly. But that's the price of fashion, yeah?
"Um, it's Vince."
"Oh, dear. Oh, I apologize, Vince," She said, embarrassed.
"It's okay." I shrugged and gripped my pant leg.
"You can sit right over there, alright?" She pointed at the desk a few feet away from her own.
I sat down the desk averting my eyes from hers again. I said it was fine, the twat.
A side from the bus ride, the morning was not entirely horrible. And the fact that everyone had someone to sit with.
Every now and then I'd glace up and see some of the girls giggling with each other, and pointing in my direction. Eventually, one came over, saying she liked my hair.
"Thanks. I like yours too," I said truthfully.
She giggled and we started talking about our favorite shops, favorite bands and favorite sweets, which were very similar.
After a few minutes, the teacher started clapping her hands.
"Alright, class. Settle in. Back to your seats. Go on," She said as she straightened out some of the empty desks.
All of the kids scrambled to their seats.
"See you later, Vince," She, I learned her name was Pamii later on, waved and sat next to her giggling friends. She also became one of my closest friends.
I was alone again.
"Hello, little ones. I'm Miss...Nor...bury," she said as she she wrote her name on the chalkboard. She turned and smiled a kind, genuine smile at the class."Now, I call your name, please raise your hand."
But before she could the first name, there was a knock at the door. She opened the door and there stood a boy. He had beige. corduroy pants with a white button-up shirt and short, brown hair. He stepped into the classroom and Miss Norbury shut the door.
"Sorry for being tardy. Wrong classroom," He said with an unfamiliar accent and a book under his arm.
She walked back behind her desk. "It's alright for today, Mr..."
"...Moon," He finished for her. "Howard Moon."
That's a nice name. Moon. The moon is well brilliant too. All milky white and what not, I thought as I looked him over.
"Mr. Moon. Let's not make a habit of it." He nodded in agreement.
"You can sit next to Miss..."
I ruffled my hair, annoyed. Not showing it in my voice, I said, "Vince. Vince Noir."
The class snickered, but it wasn't the first time was it?
"Oops. Sorry," She whispered. "You can sit next to Mr. Noir, here."
He nodded again and walked passed my desk. I looked up at him at the same time he looked down. We looked away at the same time too.
What was that?
He sat and class began.
Horrible, I know. Rush jobs do that. Reviews for continue? 2hrs and 29mins (9:31 on Dec 24) til Christmas!
