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Post by Hannah on Aug 12, 2006 20:56:46 GMT
Im sitting on the backseat of a kinda new car, on my way to school. As soon as the car is parked, I get out, mumble something to the guy who drove the car and put the bag on my back.
As always I am wearing baggy pants and some kinda tight shirt and some old all stars.
On my way towards the building I push some people out of my way, ignore the stupid comments I get of some of the 'popular' girls.. I dont like them; they dont like me.. and once a week I am sitting in the principals office because of getting in some kinda fight, being late for class.. or saying stuff I shouldnt say to teachers.
I make my way through the croweded hallway over to my locker. I can be happy Dom is driving me each morning, he lived a few houses away.. otherwise I'd be late all the time..
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:08:41 GMT
"Your scedual says you have biology the first hour." Margaret notices, looking at the copy of Jack's scedual. It took her a whole lot of effort to get Jack to let her *have* a copy, and for good reason. "...Which is in five minutes."
"Yup." I confirm, poking around in my bowl of suger-o's without much enthusiasm.
"Jack! You're gonna be late on your first day of school!"
"Yup." I confirm again. I push the bowl away and get up to find my shoes. I really don't want to be going. I hate being the new kid. I hate school even more, so why would I even bother?
"George, talk to your son." Jacks mother urges her husband, obviously at the last of her wits.
"Mom..." I sound annoyed.
"You promised to make an effort this time, honey!" Margaret says, "You *promised* to get your grades up."
I sigh and swing my bag over my shoulder, leaving the house without saying another word.
I hate first days.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 12, 2006 21:10:58 GMT
As soon as the bell rings, I grab my books and make my way (pushing some more people aside) to the classroom.
As soon as the class opens, I walk to a table on the back of the room, throw my stuff on it and sit down, looking out of the window. I .. dislike school.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:15:16 GMT
As I arrive at the highschool building the last kids are hurrying of to their classes. I look at the paper on which I scribbled my scedual. I'm supposed to be in classroom 2.05, wherever that may be. I ask a janitor about it and he tells me that it's on the second floor, fifth classroom from the stairs. Easy as that.
Since I don't have a locker yet I can't dump my coat anywhere, and I just climb up the stairs to the second floor. Nearly ten minutes late, I open the classroom door and walk inside, trying to slip into a vacant seat unnoticedly.
Which of course, doesn't work. Being the new guy and all.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 12, 2006 21:16:38 GMT
Ms. Pomeroy: *looks at the door when it opens* May we help you?
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:19:47 GMT
"Eh.." I feel at least a dozen of stares on me. I look around to see whether it could be anyone else she's talking to, but no, everyone's looking at me still. "..Eh, yeah." I gesture at the blackboard, "Follikel things." I recognize the sketch from what I learnt on my previous school, "I'm desperate to learn about 'em. My attention is all yours." I assure the teacher. There's chuckling mumbles, but I keep looking serious as can be at the woman in front of the class.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 12, 2006 21:23:32 GMT
Smirks at the boy who just entered. "Jack Sparrow?" she asks him and looks around in the room, there are several free seats...
She looks back at Jack with a small grin, playing around her lips. "Sit next to the girl you think is the cutest. Boys, get up."
The whole class begins to freak out. The guys all get out of their seats... eating this up, wanting to know how the newbie will handle this.
"Quiet! Let him choose."
Some of the girls start to put on make up, fix their hair..
I looked at the new one for a second and look out of the window again.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:31:48 GMT
I look at the teacher with a unimpressed smirk on my features. Oh yeah. I know these kind of teachers who are glad to make the newbies embaressed up to their heads just to get them under their control at the very beginning. Been there, done that. Though I must say she has an original approach.
I refuse to let her get to me that easily though.
I lean back in my chair and look around for a second. It's obvious, like on any other school, that there are the popular girls aka cheerleaders (the ones now suddenly minding about their hair and make-up), the nerds (the ones who are shoving their faces in their books, hoping I'm not picking them), the outcasts (who have various approaches) and a small group of actual identities.
I look back to the teacher and speak up again "Yknow, once I made my choice will I be taking her out on your expenses too?"
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Post by Hannah on Aug 12, 2006 21:33:52 GMT
"You can take her to the cafitaria and I will give you 2 dollar for a coke. Now make your choice please" I tell him with a small smirk "I want to continue the class"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:39:05 GMT
I shrug and pick up my bag again, getting up from my seat and walking over to another one next to any random girl. She has a dark skin, and looks utterly uninterested. Not in the slightest 'cute', in fact.
"Oh you don't want to be sitting with her." One of the popular girls, a blonde bimbo with bouncing curls, smiles at Jack. "She's a freak."
"So is the teacher, but I'm attending to her class, right?"
This sends a laughing fit through the class, though I was wise enough to keep my voice down so the only one not hearing it is, in fact, the teacher herself.
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