Is Home Really Where The Heart Is?, chapter 6
I continued walking down the halls to random classrooms with Sydney. Although I didn't remember any of the places that we went to already. So she (she being Sydney) decided to strike up a conversation. "You know if you don't like punk music, I won't hang out with you anymore and I will avoid you at all costs."
"I love punk music! Do you know how hard it is to find it in Pennsylvania?!"
"Pennsylvania? Is that where you moved from?!"
"Noooo..." I said sarcastically. "I'm really from Texas. What do think I just said a random state?!"
"I just thought that it was kind of a far away place to move from. So, do you like California so far?"
"I've always loved California."
"This isn't the first time you've been here?" She gave me a surprised look.
"No. My dad's a truck driver so I've been coming out to CA since I was seven."
"Seven?!"
"Must you question my every word? Yes seven!" I yelled and she twitched a little. "He'd take me out every summer."
"Wow. The only place I go on summer vacation is to the beach." She looked around a thought about something.
"Not me, you name the state and I have most likely been there."
"Nebraska?"
"Yes."
"Ohio?"
"Yup.
"Uhh...Kentucky?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ummm...Denver?!"
"That's not a state, it's a city in Colorado."
"So, have you been there or not?"
"Yes."
"Whoa, that's awesome."
"I know rad huh?
"'Rad'?" She gave me yet another odd look.
"Stop that!"
We made jokes and had very weird conversations for the next 20 minutes. Once we got back to the office, we made sure that we had classes together and I told her that she was now my official first, best friend in California. I walked through that familiar door once again to be greeted by Dr. Casserella.
"I hope Miss Overman has helped you find all of your classrooms?"
"Oh yes! She was a great help!" I lied. Ohhh!!! You lie! Oh well.
"Good to know. Now for the rest of your time...I must have you fill out these papers and give us all of your information."
"OK." This is going to be so boring.
For about the next 2 hours, I filled out a ton of paper work with stuff like name, address, date of birth, and so on and so forth. Then the bell rang. Except it didn't sound like a bell, I'm not sure what it sounded like actually. That's when Dr. Casserella, I wonder if he can do surgery?...he is a doctor...if a plastic knife accidentally slid across my big toe or the back of my knee, would he be able to fix it?...meh, whatever, came in.
"Carlie, if you'd like, you can come with me and I'll show you where the cafeteria is."
"Oh, no thanks. I mean, do you know how much fun it is filling out all these papers!?" I said sarcastically. I like using sarcasm. It's fun. Then he started laughing at me and walked out the door. I followed him to a noisy lunch room.
"There are four lines. The last one is always the same. Do you have any money? Lunch is $1.65."
"I have some money. Thanks though." I cautiously walked up to the second line with the sign saying 'Pizza Bagel' on it. Good enough. I got my lunch and walked over to an empty table. Looks like this school might mot be much different lunch room wise.
"Carlie!" Or is it? I looked around seeing no one at first. Then someone touched my shoulder giving me what seemed like a mini heart attack. I turned around and was met by Sydney's forehead. I looked down a bit and noticed the rest of her face.
"Come Carlie, you are sitting with us." Us? Who's 'us'?
"Uh, ok, whatever." She grabbed my wrist and led me to a table filled with people dressed in dark colors.
"Carlie, this is Cheyenne, Amanda, Brittany, Delilah, and Ed, but we just ignore Ed. Oh and George."
"Who's George?" I looked around and I only saw one boy, whom I'm guessing was Ed. I hope. Ha ha, Hope...that's my middle name...anyway.
"The table... duh," she informed me.
"Oh yes, that makes perfect sense to name your table."
"I know. It was my idea to name the table," she stated proudly.
"No it wasn't! I thought of it, you ferk!" Ed yelled.
"Ferk?'" I asked nobody in particular.
"You didn't ignore me! I love you!" Ed said. Ha ha...that rhymed.
"It's how we say freak...inside joke if you want to think of it that way," Cheyenne said.
"I see...you're defiantly an interesting bunch."
"We appreciate any comments, good or bad. But we like good better," Amanda said smiling. At least, I think it was Amanda.
"You're Amanda right?" I asked
"Yes." She looked at me in a weird way.
"I used to know an Amanda. She was tall and I called her 'Tall Amanda'. 'Cause she was tall."
"You just repeated yourself," Brittany piped up.
"I know...I tend to repeat myself. Repeat myself I tend to do."
"I heard that story twice so far!" Sydney said. I sat down...finally. And took one bite of my pizza bagel as they called it, then spit it back out.
"That's disgusting! How do you eat this food?!"
"You get used to it after a while," Sydney said.
"Or you learn to bring your own lunch," Ed stated plainly.
"Look! It's the exorcist watch!" Delilah yelled out.
"What?!"
"And I died inside the coconut," someone said in a British accent. I'm so confused...I'll look around to see if I could tell who said that. I looked around and noticed that Ed had a bowl filled with brownie mix in front of him which he was stirring. I want a brownie!
"Ed?" Sydney asked.
"Yes?"
"Didn't the lunch lady tell you stop making and selling your brownies during lunch?"
"Noooooo..." He hesitated for a minute. "Ok, she did, but I love baking brownies! I can't help it if it's my first true love to bake!"
"That was a very random outburst," I said wide-eyed at what he had said. "So can I have one?"
"NO! They're my brownies! And no one else's! Stay away!" He hugged the bowl with a death grip. That's when his head was whacked forward resulting in his head landing in the batter.
"Give her one!" I heard Sydney shout after hitting his head. So she hit his head into the brownie mix...interesting...
"I don't think I want one now. Thanks though." I was then sent into a fit of hysterical giggles. Ed then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face off. He came back and had his hair soaking wet.
"Why are you all wet? I thought you were just going to wash the batter off," I asked.
"Well, I was. But when I turned on the faucet, nothing came out. So I went to the next sink. And that one was broken too. And so were all the rest...so I had to resort to the girl's bathroom. I went in and they attacked me with their designer purses and heels. It was very traumatic. So then, because I'm so weak, they dunked my head in the toilet and gave me a swirly...three times. They ran out and left me there to pull my hair out of the toilet. But I did manage to get all of the batter off!" He tried sounding happy at the end.
"Ed, how many times do we have to tell you. Don't go in the bathroom alone. That's why girls tend to go together," Brittany told him.
"So you mean girls always get hit in the head resulting in batter on their face so they have to go wash it off and end up going into the wrong bathroom only to be beaten up by the opposite sex?"
"Well, no. But it would help in your situation."
That's when I noticed Mike and Billie Joe sit down next to me. Well actually, I noticed them sit there before, but I just felt like saying it now.
"Hey Carlie, how was your day?"
"Well, besides meeting Sydney and then seeing Ed come out of the bathroom after being beaten up by a bunch of girls...boring."
"You noticed Ed? We always ignore him."
"STOP INGNORING ME!" Ed yelled. So what did we do? We ignored him.
"Wait, Ed why is your hair all wet?" Ed replied with a groan.
"I want to tell the story! Pick me! Story time! Story time! Story time!" Sydney jumped up and waved her arms around.
"Did you have chocolate again?" Billie Joe asked.
"NO...it was soda!"
"Caffeine free?" he asked hopefully.
"HA! You wish! Now can I tell the story!?"
"Sure why not?" Mike said and leaned back in his chair.
"Mike, don't lean on your chair, You're gonna tip over."
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not gonna tip over."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm nnnnnoooootttttttt! AHH!" He fell out of his chair.
"I told you so," Sydney started up again.
"You tipped me over!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Ok, I did."
"I hate you."
"Why thank you!"
"Story?" Billie Joe interrupted.
"Oh yeah! The story! Ok so, I was talking and I saw Ed mixing his brownies. So I asked if the lunch lady told him to stop selling the brownies at lunch and he was all 'I can't help it if I love to bake!' so the Carlie was all 'that was random so can I have one'. And Ed was like 'NO! my brownies! Not your's' and then I hit him in the head and for some odd reason he put his head in the brownies mix." She got cut off by Ed.
"You practically pushed my head into the batter!"
"Shut-up! I'm talking now!" Sydney then hit him a lot. After she was done hitting him, she started talking again.
"So then he went to the bathroom and then he came back. Then we were all 'Ed why are you wet?' and he was all 'well I tried the first sink, and it didn't work. And I tried the next sink, and it didn't work either. So none of the sinks worked and I went to the girls bathroom. Then the girls attacked me with purses and heels and I ended up getting three swirlies'. So we're all 'you gotta go to the bathroom with other people, that's why girls do' and he's like 'so girls always go through this?' and I'm all 'no but it could help you!' then we made fun of him a little. Then you came and asked why his head was wet and then Mike leaned back on the chair. And I'm like 'don't lean on the chair' and -"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I swear she said it all in 2 seconds flat!
"I will not be silenced!" she yelled.
"Nor will you ever have anything containing sugar again," Billie Joe said shaking his head as he leaned on his hand.
"MEAN!" she yelled. By now almost the entire cafeteria was looking at this table.
"Stop staring at us! You'd swear you never heard someone yell before! Go back to your lunches!" Everyone still stared at Sydney. "Now!" Amazingly, right then and there, everyone lost interest in us. Oh well. Easy come easy go.
"I love punk music! Do you know how hard it is to find it in Pennsylvania?!"
"Pennsylvania? Is that where you moved from?!"
"Noooo..." I said sarcastically. "I'm really from Texas. What do think I just said a random state?!"
"I just thought that it was kind of a far away place to move from. So, do you like California so far?"
"I've always loved California."
"This isn't the first time you've been here?" She gave me a surprised look.
"No. My dad's a truck driver so I've been coming out to CA since I was seven."
"Seven?!"
"Must you question my every word? Yes seven!" I yelled and she twitched a little. "He'd take me out every summer."
"Wow. The only place I go on summer vacation is to the beach." She looked around a thought about something.
"Not me, you name the state and I have most likely been there."
"Nebraska?"
"Yes."
"Ohio?"
"Yup.
"Uhh...Kentucky?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ummm...Denver?!"
"That's not a state, it's a city in Colorado."
"So, have you been there or not?"
"Yes."
"Whoa, that's awesome."
"I know rad huh?
"'Rad'?" She gave me yet another odd look.
"Stop that!"
We made jokes and had very weird conversations for the next 20 minutes. Once we got back to the office, we made sure that we had classes together and I told her that she was now my official first, best friend in California. I walked through that familiar door once again to be greeted by Dr. Casserella.
"I hope Miss Overman has helped you find all of your classrooms?"
"Oh yes! She was a great help!" I lied. Ohhh!!! You lie! Oh well.
"Good to know. Now for the rest of your time...I must have you fill out these papers and give us all of your information."
"OK." This is going to be so boring.
For about the next 2 hours, I filled out a ton of paper work with stuff like name, address, date of birth, and so on and so forth. Then the bell rang. Except it didn't sound like a bell, I'm not sure what it sounded like actually. That's when Dr. Casserella, I wonder if he can do surgery?...he is a doctor...if a plastic knife accidentally slid across my big toe or the back of my knee, would he be able to fix it?...meh, whatever, came in.
"Carlie, if you'd like, you can come with me and I'll show you where the cafeteria is."
"Oh, no thanks. I mean, do you know how much fun it is filling out all these papers!?" I said sarcastically. I like using sarcasm. It's fun. Then he started laughing at me and walked out the door. I followed him to a noisy lunch room.
"There are four lines. The last one is always the same. Do you have any money? Lunch is $1.65."
"I have some money. Thanks though." I cautiously walked up to the second line with the sign saying 'Pizza Bagel' on it. Good enough. I got my lunch and walked over to an empty table. Looks like this school might mot be much different lunch room wise.
"Carlie!" Or is it? I looked around seeing no one at first. Then someone touched my shoulder giving me what seemed like a mini heart attack. I turned around and was met by Sydney's forehead. I looked down a bit and noticed the rest of her face.
"Come Carlie, you are sitting with us." Us? Who's 'us'?
"Uh, ok, whatever." She grabbed my wrist and led me to a table filled with people dressed in dark colors.
"Carlie, this is Cheyenne, Amanda, Brittany, Delilah, and Ed, but we just ignore Ed. Oh and George."
"Who's George?" I looked around and I only saw one boy, whom I'm guessing was Ed. I hope. Ha ha, Hope...that's my middle name...anyway.
"The table... duh," she informed me.
"Oh yes, that makes perfect sense to name your table."
"I know. It was my idea to name the table," she stated proudly.
"No it wasn't! I thought of it, you ferk!" Ed yelled.
"Ferk?'" I asked nobody in particular.
"You didn't ignore me! I love you!" Ed said. Ha ha...that rhymed.
"It's how we say freak...inside joke if you want to think of it that way," Cheyenne said.
"I see...you're defiantly an interesting bunch."
"We appreciate any comments, good or bad. But we like good better," Amanda said smiling. At least, I think it was Amanda.
"You're Amanda right?" I asked
"Yes." She looked at me in a weird way.
"I used to know an Amanda. She was tall and I called her 'Tall Amanda'. 'Cause she was tall."
"You just repeated yourself," Brittany piped up.
"I know...I tend to repeat myself. Repeat myself I tend to do."
"I heard that story twice so far!" Sydney said. I sat down...finally. And took one bite of my pizza bagel as they called it, then spit it back out.
"That's disgusting! How do you eat this food?!"
"You get used to it after a while," Sydney said.
"Or you learn to bring your own lunch," Ed stated plainly.
"Look! It's the exorcist watch!" Delilah yelled out.
"What?!"
"And I died inside the coconut," someone said in a British accent. I'm so confused...I'll look around to see if I could tell who said that. I looked around and noticed that Ed had a bowl filled with brownie mix in front of him which he was stirring. I want a brownie!
"Ed?" Sydney asked.
"Yes?"
"Didn't the lunch lady tell you stop making and selling your brownies during lunch?"
"Noooooo..." He hesitated for a minute. "Ok, she did, but I love baking brownies! I can't help it if it's my first true love to bake!"
"That was a very random outburst," I said wide-eyed at what he had said. "So can I have one?"
"NO! They're my brownies! And no one else's! Stay away!" He hugged the bowl with a death grip. That's when his head was whacked forward resulting in his head landing in the batter.
"Give her one!" I heard Sydney shout after hitting his head. So she hit his head into the brownie mix...interesting...
"I don't think I want one now. Thanks though." I was then sent into a fit of hysterical giggles. Ed then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face off. He came back and had his hair soaking wet.
"Why are you all wet? I thought you were just going to wash the batter off," I asked.
"Well, I was. But when I turned on the faucet, nothing came out. So I went to the next sink. And that one was broken too. And so were all the rest...so I had to resort to the girl's bathroom. I went in and they attacked me with their designer purses and heels. It was very traumatic. So then, because I'm so weak, they dunked my head in the toilet and gave me a swirly...three times. They ran out and left me there to pull my hair out of the toilet. But I did manage to get all of the batter off!" He tried sounding happy at the end.
"Ed, how many times do we have to tell you. Don't go in the bathroom alone. That's why girls tend to go together," Brittany told him.
"So you mean girls always get hit in the head resulting in batter on their face so they have to go wash it off and end up going into the wrong bathroom only to be beaten up by the opposite sex?"
"Well, no. But it would help in your situation."
That's when I noticed Mike and Billie Joe sit down next to me. Well actually, I noticed them sit there before, but I just felt like saying it now.
"Hey Carlie, how was your day?"
"Well, besides meeting Sydney and then seeing Ed come out of the bathroom after being beaten up by a bunch of girls...boring."
"You noticed Ed? We always ignore him."
"STOP INGNORING ME!" Ed yelled. So what did we do? We ignored him.
"Wait, Ed why is your hair all wet?" Ed replied with a groan.
"I want to tell the story! Pick me! Story time! Story time! Story time!" Sydney jumped up and waved her arms around.
"Did you have chocolate again?" Billie Joe asked.
"NO...it was soda!"
"Caffeine free?" he asked hopefully.
"HA! You wish! Now can I tell the story!?"
"Sure why not?" Mike said and leaned back in his chair.
"Mike, don't lean on your chair, You're gonna tip over."
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not gonna tip over."
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm nnnnnoooootttttttt! AHH!" He fell out of his chair.
"I told you so," Sydney started up again.
"You tipped me over!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Ok, I did."
"I hate you."
"Why thank you!"
"Story?" Billie Joe interrupted.
"Oh yeah! The story! Ok so, I was talking and I saw Ed mixing his brownies. So I asked if the lunch lady told him to stop selling the brownies at lunch and he was all 'I can't help it if I love to bake!' so the Carlie was all 'that was random so can I have one'. And Ed was like 'NO! my brownies! Not your's' and then I hit him in the head and for some odd reason he put his head in the brownies mix." She got cut off by Ed.
"You practically pushed my head into the batter!"
"Shut-up! I'm talking now!" Sydney then hit him a lot. After she was done hitting him, she started talking again.
"So then he went to the bathroom and then he came back. Then we were all 'Ed why are you wet?' and he was all 'well I tried the first sink, and it didn't work. And I tried the next sink, and it didn't work either. So none of the sinks worked and I went to the girls bathroom. Then the girls attacked me with purses and heels and I ended up getting three swirlies'. So we're all 'you gotta go to the bathroom with other people, that's why girls do' and he's like 'so girls always go through this?' and I'm all 'no but it could help you!' then we made fun of him a little. Then you came and asked why his head was wet and then Mike leaned back on the chair. And I'm like 'don't lean on the chair' and -"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I swear she said it all in 2 seconds flat!
"I will not be silenced!" she yelled.
"Nor will you ever have anything containing sugar again," Billie Joe said shaking his head as he leaned on his hand.
"MEAN!" she yelled. By now almost the entire cafeteria was looking at this table.
"Stop staring at us! You'd swear you never heard someone yell before! Go back to your lunches!" Everyone still stared at Sydney. "Now!" Amazingly, right then and there, everyone lost interest in us. Oh well. Easy come easy go.
