Hey you guys! Sorry for the wait. Anyways, I wont answer questions till the end of the story, so it'll be one lil chappie of answered questions and stuff. 'Kay? Kay.
MAXINE
"So, Mr McAuley, Mr Schmitt, Miss Batchelder, do you know why you are here?" The principal, Principal Morrison said. It had only been ten minutes into my first class when I was called to the office. There were two other in there, one a boy my age with orangey hair, and the other looking a year younger, with blonde spiky hair.
"No." I replied, "Would you like to tell me sir?" I made sure to put gallons of sarcasm into this. He seemed to give me a look.
"Let the boys talk first Miss Batchelder." He said sternly.
"I'm not sure sir." Said the orange haired guy. From talking, I could tell he wasn't from here, he had some sort of Irish or Scottish accent.
"Me neither." The blonde said. He had a tint of accent in his voice.
"Well, you all need help in school." Principal Morrison stated, "Mr McAuley-"
"It's James." He muttered.
"James, you have many absences, Benjamin, your learning level is low, and Maxine, you seem to be socially outcasted."
"It's been my second day! What do you expect?!" I yelled. He gave me a look again.
"Yes, but teachers said you haven't spoken to one person so far. And new children usually make friends quickly. Anyways, we're putting you all in a club."
"A club?" Benjamin asked.
"Yes, we contacted your parents, and they agree. It's an art club, and Maxine's father is making the small shack as we know. Due to this, Miss Batchelder will be in charge." He explained.
"When is this?" James asked.
"Every day after school at 3:30 to 5:00 at Maxine's house." Principal Morrison said.
"What's the catch?" I asked suspiciously.
"What? There's no catch." he replied.
"Yes, no man who looks this testosterone-filled voulentarily lets a girl be in charge of an art group." I said. He looked shocked I had figured him out.
"Okay, Lincoln school is joining you." He said. I raised an eyebrow, "It's a colored school." I knew that, my sister Ella(Her real name is Eleanor, but that name seems to much for so I just say Ella) went there.
"I know, and?" I said.
"Well, are you against that?" He asked.
"Obviously not." I said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an English class to get to." I got up and left the office, hoping this club thing would end nicely.
Fang
"Do you know why you all are here?" The african american girl with curly hair next to me and I shook our heads to Principal Pruitt.
It was me and two other girls sitting in the office. The hispanic one didn't speak at all so far, she didn't look like she understood, so Principal Pruitt gave her a sheet of information typed in spanish.
"You all have something going odd with you. Fang, is it?" I nodded, "Seeing you today as well, this is the fifth time you've come home with bruises."
"Its-" I tried to explain, but Principal Pruitt cut me off, "The boys from Washington school. I'm sorry, but there's no prove to show it, so until then, you'll have to do something. Take a different route."
"There's only one." I said dully.
"One what?"
"One route. There's only one route to my home. I live at the reserve, remember?" I spoke quietly.
"Oh. Um, Eleanor here barely knows english."
"Qué?" The girl asked curiously, probably from hearing her name.
"You don't speak mucho español, si?" Principal Pruitt spoke slow and really badly at spanish.
"...Qué?" I sighed in annoyance.
"Hablas inglés?" The african amercan girl said, probably annoyed too.
"Un poco. Sólo los modales básicos." Eleanor replied, glad someone spoke spanish correctly.
"She knows simple things like manners." African amercan girl explained to Principal Pruitt.
"Michelle, you know spanish?"
"My friend is spanish, this is all I really know." Michelle said.
"And you Michelle, you came to school crying, is this correct?" Michelle looked shocked.
"How did you kn-"
"Anyways," he cut off, "Principal Morrison from Washington school and I were talking, and he also has three troubled students. We're putting you guys in an intergrated art club."
"What?!" Michelle and I said. Eleanor kept reading her paper, seeming really engrossed. She was most likely ahead of us.
"Why?" I asked.
"My mom wouldn't let me." Michelle said.
"Well we called her and she surely agreed." Principal Pruitt stated, "The club is every school day at 3:30 to 5:00 at this adress." He handed us each a sheet of paper.
"Mi hermana." Eleanor gasped.
"And our parents agreed?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, they feel it could help you guys. Now get going to class, I have other matters to attend to." And we were sent out of the room like that. I hoped this club thing ended nicely.
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~ DG