After stepping foot onto the bus, every head turned to my direction. Do I look weird..? Oh yeah, new girl. I completely forgotten about that. I started to walk down the ally, looking for a empty place to sit. Every one seemed to be full! Suddenly a seat caught my eye, the only person who was in it was looking out the window, oblivious to what was about to happen next.
I plopped down next to him and uttered a 'hello'. I noticed everyone else seemed to lose internet in me and return to their own business.
The boy turned to me, probably startled by my actions, "Hi."
I finally took in his appearance. Brown chocolate eyes, tan skin....and an unusual haircut. He had dark hair, the style itself reminded me of a monk. I tried not to stare, it's rude if you do.
So, instead, I stared at the bus seats ahead of me, "So.....what's your name?"
The boy replied back, "You can just call me Coconut Head. Everyone else does."
"You don't look like a coconut to me."
I couldn't help notice the boy's face lit up, "Really?"
Glancing at him, I laughed, "Yes. I'm Sadie McGee by the way."
I pulled out my hand and gestured for him to shake it. Coconut Head just stared at it, thinking it was some sort of trick. However, I kept my hand up and after a while, he shook it.
He changed the subject, "You're new here?"
Smiling slightly, I gripped my backpack tighter to my body, "Yeah. So how's this school? I heard there were bullies."
Coconut muttered, "Big time. There's Loomer and his gang."
Loomer. That sounds like a tough biker name. Since he's a boy....he won't pick on girls right? Most bullies you see in kid's shows only pick on the boys and leave the girls alone. If they did it any differently, I reckon the show would be canceled, for there is that common sense rule saying never hurt a girl. As you can see, I'm very thankful for that rule.
Hesitating, I asked, "This...gang...---."
Coconut laughed, interrupting me, "No. They don't pick on girls. They do however slam my head into a locker a few times..."
He winced at the memory and touched his head slightly. Locker plus head? Not a good combination.
I joked, "Wear a helmet and you won't get any brain damage."
"Hey...maybe that could work! Loomer and his gang are kinda...--"
I smirked, "Idiotic?"
"Oh yeah."
For the remainder of the bus ride, I talked to Coconut Head. So far my impression of him is that he's nice but gets bullied a lot for his haircut. I really don't understand, it's just a haircut. What if a girl came walking in the school bald? Sure people would make fun of her, then stop afterwards they find out that she has cancer. Maybe I can help Coconut Head make up a story about how his hair got that way. For example, pushing a little girl out of the way of a raging lawn mower and it shaved off have his hair.
The bus came to an erupt stop. Students started to pile out. I pointed out the window,
"That's James K. Polk?"
Coconut nodded as we both stood up, "Yeah why?"
"I just expected it to look....different."
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I walked all the way to the front doors with Coconut Head. People yet again stared at me as I passed. I'm just a new student, not an alien from outer space! On second thought.....I take that back because the tests didn't come in yet. As we ventured inside, I turned to Coconut Head quickly,
"Hey, can you show me where the main office is?"
His reply was "Of course."
He lead me down the hall way and stopped right in front of the room that had shades on the windows. I thanked Coconut Head, and he went off to his locker. Taking in a deep breath, I entered the main office. What I saw I didn't expect. Inside, adults were running around busily, some wanting to fax papers, others on the phone chatting up a storm.
What caught my eye was the janitor pacing around near the corner shouting about a weasel. Yay for strange people! They make life interesting. I walked over to the front desk and tapped on the bell lightly.
A woman with messy red hair that was in a bun, popped out from under the front desk. My eyes widen slightly, what was she doing under there?
Her sharp reply was, "What."
"Oh, UH-I'm new here....Sadie McGee and I was wondering if I can get my locker and classes schedule."
The woman at the front desk nearly exploded, "How can I do that? I'm only the LIBRARIAN!"
I was about to say, 'Then can you get me someone who is in charge of the front desk', however she never gave me the chance to even open my mouth. The librarian started to go off about how important the library was and how you could find any answer in there. A janitor obsessed with weasels and a crazy librarian. I think I seen it all.
Suddenly a african american man pushed the ranting librarian aside and stared down at me with a stern look. Am I in trouble? I haven't been in this school for more than twenty minutes!
"How may I help you?"
This must be the Principal. His aura is giving away a lot power and respect, "I'm Sadie McGee...new here." Again, that's old news.
The Principal straightened his suit jacket slightly and slid some papers further to me on the marble high table, "Oh yes! Your parents enrolled you here at Polk a few days ago. Here's your locker number, combination and schedule. I'm Principal Wright and I'm sure you'll have a very good year here at James K. Polk."
I smiled kindly, "Thank you."
Hastily grabbing my papers, I flew out of the main office. That was slightly uncomfortable and nerve-racking. Sue me, but I'm not used to red headed librarians scaring the wits out of me and then having a new principal shoot down his, 'don't do anything bad' gaze. Can you tell I never liked principals? Some are just so....serious.
I found myself in the crowded hallway again. Kids rushing in and out of rooms. It reminded me of the amazing race. Where everyone was either teamed up with someone or left on their own to get where they need to go. I stared down at my paper, Locker 455. Well, here it goes. I pushed my way through the mass of my new fellow peers.
452.....453.......454.....455! Bingo! I rushed to to quickly and started to spin my combination. I kept messing up, so every second I was glancing down at the white paper. Lockers were never my strong point. Finally, my new locker sprung open and the smell of dust and pencil shavings shot back at me. I wonder who used this locker last. Before shoving my backpack into the locker, I glanced down at my classes. After homeroom I have science. YUCK! That has SCIENCE books written all over it!
Grumbling I gathered all the things I would need for science in my arms, finally shoved my lighter backpack into my locker and slammed the door. Let's see.... Homeroom 244....the same room number as the science class. Well at least I won't have to go anywhere for the first period.
"Hey Sadie!"
I turned my attention to the person who had called me. Moze. She was standing outside of her...wooden locker. Did she do that herself? It's cool! I smiled and walked up to her, maybe I should make small talk?
"Hi."
Moze tossed the last thing in her locker and closed it, "What do you think of Polk so far?"
"Well.... I met a janitor obsessed with weasels and a crazy librarian, is there any more?"
Her answer didn't shock me. "You haven't seen anything yet."
The bell rung in the distance, Moze jumped up startled by it and started to walk in the other direction, "I'll see you at lunch!"
Well. Okay.
After finding my homeroom quite quickly, I walked in and took a seat near the window. No one seemed to notice me yet. In front a man with grey hair was sitting at his desk, looking skeptically down at a paper. Okay name...name...usually the desk will reveal the name. Aha! I stared at the small black name tag that was leaning against a pencil case. Mr. Sweeney...
Like Sweeney Todd?!
A/N: Again, feedback would be nice...
