Chapter 2:
I hurriedly ran across the school, to my 5th period class. I wrenched open the door, and ran to my desk. I was gasping for breath. My teacher, Mrs. Schwartz, stared at me like I was crazy. I plopped down in my desk, panting, and gave her a thumbs up sign.
She shrugged and walked to her desk. The bell rang, and all the others in class filed in and took their seats, except one person I'd never seen or met before. Our writing teacher looked up and smiled.
"Ah, hello, you must be Evan. Welcome to writing!" She stood up and walked over to him,
"Where are you from, my brotha'?
He looked slightly embarrassed.
"I'm from Williamsburg, originally, but I was raised in New York, and Britian. You see, my parents are divorced, and I have to be split between my mother and father and…"
John, the cocky stuck-up jerk stood up, and interrupted him,
"Why do you have such a weird accent?" Mrs. Schwartz looked at him coldly.
"John, shut thy little mouth, or thy will have to listen to me sing to you, and you'll be like: 'No, Mrs. Schwartz, stop! Please don't sing to me!' and you will not like me singing to you." I stifled a laugh. Evans lip twitched a little.
"So, as I was saying, I have a sort of weird mixed accent, sometimes New Yorkey, a lot of the time British. So, I hope I can get use to American accents." He smiled a white sparkly-teethed smile. I heard the door open, and Scarlet and Tyler walked in.
Tyler looked at Evan for a second, and then turned away, and went to his desk. Scarlet hurriedly scampered over to me (her desk is right next to mine) and looked at me questioningly.
"Evan, why don't you take the empty desk next to Scarlet? Or, actually, please sit in the desk next to Tyler." Mrs. Schwartz pointed to Tyler, and motioned Evan to go sit down. I glanced over at Scarlet, as she shrugged.