Guys... I've been builing up courage...and I am actually making a new chapter of this story! School days are much different now, that's why i've changed the charaters around a little bit. But that wouldn't matter to you, would it? Now, I'm still a freak that gets scared from flames, reply to me in constructive criticism if you think it's bad. And if you like it, just leave in a good, nice review! Ok, anyway. Let's get started! BTW, I'm still Bridgette, but told from narrators POV.

"Bridgette! Do you want to play cannonball (1) with us?" Lindsay asked. Bridgette looked at her for a moment. Then said, "sure." "That's great! You can be on our team!"

Thirty minutes later.

'How did this happen to me?' Bridgette asked herself. She was completely alone on her team, and couldn't get anybody on the other team out, and neither could she catch the ball. She could only dodge.

"Can't we just start over? I'm going to get out soon anyway!" Bridgette yelled out. Trent, who was on the other team, shook his head and threw the ball. Bridgette nearly dodged the ball, when the bell rang. Everybody ran back to the classroom, taking off their shoes(2) and jackets. The teacher ssaid that he was going to take a random quiz with them.

"Ok, class. Can anybody translate 'Hello, my name is insert name here' in Japanese?" he asked. Most of the students looked around, seeing if anybody knew the answer to that. Bridgette newvously raised her hand.

"Yes, Bridgette?" the teacher asked.

"Well, Chris (3) it's Konichiwa, watashi no namae wa Bridgette desu (4)

"Very good Bridgette." Chris said, smiling.

Couldn't really find a way to write any more of the day. Here are some things that I have to say. (Look at the bolded numbers in the story, then you'll know what I'm explaining/saying.)

Cannonball is a sport played in Norway. A lot like dodgeball, only that one person has three lives, and is on the other side of the field, called the queen/king based on the gender. You can get back in by having the ball thrown to you when your on the other side of the field, and if you can get out a person on the other team.

In Norway we can't use outside shoes in the classroom, so we use inside shoes, have only socks on, or are barefooted.

In Norway we call the teacher for his/her first name.

I translated that myself from the Japanese classes I have taken. I understand if you don't beileve me. It might be a bit wrong.

Thanks for reading my comeback chapter guys!

I won't beg you to review... I only beg you to not flame.

-TdiBridgette