After sitting at the slightly greasy lunch table for awhile, I finally realized I had classes to go to. Don't want to get detention on the first day? Mom would definitely not like that.

Pushing open the cafeteria doors, I rushed to my locker. I already checked what I had next, Social Studies. Let's just hope THIS teacher isn't as bad as my old one. She would basically freak out if no one had the answer. Such GOOD times, yes. That was sarcasm.

Once all my supplies for Social Studies were piled into my arms, I slammed my locker shut. The noise echoed through the whole almost empty middle school hallway. The room number.. 578. I realized I was standing right in front of it. Nice going.

About to enter the classroom, I was stopped by a sudden force. It made me jump backwards and almost dropping all my things at my feet. That could of hurt, because I'm holding a stapler. Let's get a view at my unexpected 'attacker'.

The janitor.

However, he wasn't wearing the usual janitor attire. He had on a yellow jumpsuit with a matching helmet over his head.

He exclaimed, gripping tightly on his huge trusty net, "Sorry!"

As he spoke, I noticed fog started to appear on the plastic protecting his face. The sight overall was ridiculous. I made a note in the back of my mind to laugh about it later, for I am almost late for class!

Nodding in return, I hurried into the classroom and took a seat in the front. Thankfully no one seemed to notice for everyone was engaging in casual conversation.

I relaxed after seeing people still coming in. At least I wasn't the last one in. Theory, being late for a classroom, total embarrassment. If I make it through this day, I'll have to write that in my notebook.

My thoughts became distracted after a rather old man stood up in front of the class,

"Hello class." He said in a raspy voice.

From scary middle old aged woman to a senior citizen. He kinda reminds me of my grandpa.

I finally noticed the get up he was wearing. Dressed up in some kind of roman armor, a gladiator helmet planted on his head. The class stared at him bored. Seems like he does this often.

He raised his rather fake sword, "We will be learning about the Spartans today!"

Really? I learned about the Spartans in sixth grade. This class is going to be easy as cake......wait. How can cake be easy?

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The rest of the class period went by quickly. Mr. Pal, my new social studies teacher started rambling about how the Spartans were great warriors. Things that I have already learned about. Yet, I didn't quite answer all the questions for then I'd look like the history nerd.

Well. Who are we kidding? I am one.

The bell rung, (as it always does) for the next period. Before I left the classroom, I checked my schedule yet again. Now I have an elective. Yay for electives! It always seems like you can do whatever you want in those classes for they're not academic.

I threw my things in my locker and made my way to Music. Room 398...

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My music teacher, Mr. Combover is actually really cool. I told him that I used to play band back at my old school and he hooked me up with a cello. It was a bit dusty for no one has used it in a awhile, however, I felt right at home in that class room.

You know the saying, 'Music is life'? Well. It's true.

I noticed Cookie sitting on a stool in the corner, playing the triangle. Dragging the cello over, I sat down next to him.

"Nice instrument?"

Cookie looked up from his triangle, "Yeah.. I basically sucked at any other and Mr. Cowdover won't let me use my computer as a instrument."

Computer....as a instrument. Totally a beat boxer.

Whipping the remaining dusk off the cello's strings, I started to play a little song I had to memorize at my old school.

Cookie asked, "You're good. But isn't that a little heavy to carry?"

He gestured to my slightly petite body.

I shrugged, abruptly stopping the music, "Yeah. However, having to carry a cello to school and back, got me used to the weight."

Mr. Cowdover started to strum on the guitar in front of the class, man he's good. He could be a pretty great rockstar...

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I returned to my locker. I only have three periods left before school is over. English:Writing, Spanish then English: Reading. Why can't they just put both writing and reading together? It would save a lot of time.

Moze appeared by my side, "Hey Sadie, what period do you have next?"

"Writing." I replied.

"Cool! I have that too!"

I smiled and we both walked to writing class. What caught my attention as Moze and I sat next to each other in the middle row, was the teacher.

The teacher... was a computer.

Moze sensed my utter confusion and interest, "Yeah. She teaches from a webcam."

On the monitor, displayed a a stern looking woman wearing dress clothes. Yeah, this is going to be great.

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I sighed in relief after leaving the classroom. The lady is INSANE! She's all bright sunshine daisy one minute, then she totally pulls my old social studies teacher act and scares the pants off everyone. Having writing and reading with her is going to be swell.

My old writing/reading teacher wasn't that bad compared to this...computer teacher. Yes. That is what I shall call her from now on.

Next up Spanish. I really hate Spanish. I mean, I have been learning it for 7 years so far. How much more can it go on? I clutched onto my red binder that was scribbled 'Sadie's Spanish Binder' on it. Yeah, sharpies do wonders. I walked through the busy halls, trying to avoid bumping into people.

"Sadie!"

My attention was turned to Coconut Head who was smiling and waving madly at me.

I returned the smile and waved back. Suddenly, Coconut Head's face was filled with horror and surprise. What happened?

Before I knew it, I bumped into someone wearing a leathery jacket. Ouch. I rubbed my nose slightly and looked up.

Loomer. The bully. Staring down at me with his fierce blue eyes. I feel like the red cape dangling to my doom while Loomer is the bull, ready to charge me down. Now I understand why Coconut Head looked so panicked. He saw it coming, however, didn't yell at me to 'watch out'.

That could have saved me some embarrassment and an awkward staring contest. It's obvious that I failed at avoiding bumping into people.

A/N: Don't we all love awkward staring contests?