Well Chapter two. Sooo Excited for this so I'll keep this short K bye. Also this is really how my teachers talk to students.
"U-um-m," I stuttered, "what was that for?"
"Because your blushing," she smiled, "Now show me the way to math class."
"Ok," I replied, still blushing and led her to the math sat next to me and I took out my computer and my homework. She turned and looked at me.
"I didn't get a computer," she said.
"Don't worry," I turned towards her, "they'll probably call you down in a little bit."
I smiled reassuringly.
"Excuse me there will be NO talking," My math teacher yelled at me.
"Oh I was just explaining some things to her since she's new," I turned to the teacher.
"I don't care if she has been here all her life you DON'T talk in my class," She snapped at me, "If she has any questions then you can escort her to the office with her being the only one returning."
"Ok," I replied not caring a bit. Whatever I thought Its not like I haven't been there before.
Class finally finished and I went to my next class, band, and she went to chorus. After that I waited for her at the door to the chorus room and we walked to our next class, ELA.
In the seventh grade wing some punk walked up to us, "Hey Chica you know just because we're adopted doesn't mean we can't date."
"And who might you be?" I asked.
"Foxy," He replied putting his arm around Chica who immediately punched him in the stomach.
"I like them feisty," he said holding his stomach.
"Go away Foxy," Chica said and pushed him back towards the eighth grade wing, "Ugh he's so annoying."
"So you were adopted," I asked.
"Yeah its a long story," Chica said and turned towards me.