Chapter 3
Amelia's mom's car smells so good! You know that new car smell, kind of like the smell of new paper and an appliance store? You just can't get enough, so you keep smelling and smelling and smelling. It's like a drug. That's what I'm smelling right now. Ah! Refreshing from that stuffy apartment. Amelia's mom gets buckled and drives off to school.
"So Olivia, are you excited about middle school? Amelia is, she hasn't been able to sleep all week," Amelia's mom, Amber, asks me.
"Um," I stutter, "Yeah, sure." She looks at me concerned. Then smiles, "You nervous?"
"Yeah kind of." I look out the window. It's raining, raining on the first day of middle school.
I look at Amelia. She is sort of like me, her dad died around the age of two and knew nothing about him. No pictures no nothing, but her mom is still here. Amelia catches me looking at her.
"Wow, we're finally out of baby school," she says. I nod. She's wearing her necklace that her mother gave her, it has a white heart attached, kind of like my black one. It has a picture of her mother in it, like mine, but no dad. Our moms were friends from birth and had known each other all their lives. They said our Dad's were great friends too, almost like brothers. Amelia has blond hair and shocking electric blue eyes, like my grandparents. She seems really nervous about school.
We pull into the school drop off area and get out. Amber waves at us and says, "Bye, stay safe!" Why would she tell us to stay safe? The school is full of teachers, policeman, you name it.
Amelia and I walk through the doors. Whoosh! That middle school air floods through me. I smell sweaty football players, see old teachers, cheerleaders wearing skirts totally breaking the dress code, and nerdy kids being shoved into lockers by the sweaty guys.
We get our schedule and find our class. Neat we have the same classes. We're just outside the door when Amelia freezes, like when your computer freezes and you can't do anything for a while.
"Amelia, what's wrong?" I ask her. She seems to be looking at a certain boy in the classroom, maybe she's crushing on him. I don't know he's kind of needs some work done.
"Oh, nothing. Let's go inside, class is already starting. It's math, and you know how important that is." Oh gosh, I hate math. Worse subject ever invented. I know, I know It'll help me one day. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
When we walk inside the boy Amelia was looking at looks up and smiles. The one who is obviously the teacher walks over to us and asks us our names.
"I'm Amelia and that's Olivia," Amelia answers.
"Oh how nice," She says in a sort of way you say to someone slow. Hey, we're are in middle school lady. "I'm Mrs. Lobelia." L.O.L. all three of our names have an 'ia' at the end.
"Please have a seat," Mrs. Lobelia says, still talking in that baby voice. When we sit down I notice that boy Amelia was staring at, staring at me. He looked kind of like a weirdo; had purple and red hair with his right eye blue and his left eye brown, which is sort of creepy. And to top that off he has a lazy eye. Ew!
"Okay class, welcome to homeroom, I will also be your math teacher. This is your first day of middle school. You want to do your very best so you can get ready for high school. First I have a few rules; no yelling, raise your hand before you speak, no horseplay, no bad language, keep your hands to yourself..." Yeah, yeah I know, the same old rules as always. I zoned out for a few minutes, I do that when I get bored.
"...So class, what does 45+x-6 equal?"
"What! How long have I been asleep?" I whisper to Amelia.
"Um, all class period, only ten minutes left." Dang!
"Okay class, tomorrow you will have a quiz on what we learned today!" Mrs. Lobelia announced. What! a quiz on the second day of school? At least we don't get any homework.
"Okay class, one of you come and pass out tonight's homework." I spoke too soon.
This is not turning out to be a good first day of school.