The School of Rock!, chapter 2
"So," Billie Joe muttered, "you must be Michaela?"
I nod my head in response.
"Here is your schedule for your everyday school day. Since we only have one teacher instead of doing periods of class, your room is 216. He'll show you around the school, where music, art, special, I mean phys. ed, and health. You will follow your classmates to lunch. So, uh, yeah, I've told you evereything you need to know so if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Now have a nice day!"
"You too Mr. Armstrong."
Wow, Mr. Armstrong. Makes Billie Joe sound so...sophisticated.
Well, I soon found class and knocked on the door. When the door was opened, I saw a tallish man, soft eyes, and brownish hair. Holy shit.
"Hi, my name is Mr. Prittchard, and you must be the new student, Michaela. Class, say hello."
A bored class murmured back an answer.
"I believe you can sit in between Dylan and Courtnee in the back row."
So I walked over and settled down in my desk. After I caught up with the rest of the class, I glanced to each side. Looking to the right, I saw Dylan. He wore brown tight pants up past his belly button and styled it with a black belt with a chunky buckle. His hair was slicked back with firm hold gel, a little stain of it on his plaid shirt. Judging by the case on the floor, he played tuba. And what I noticed the most was that this kid Dylan would stick his finger so far up his nose, I was scared he'd get it stuck up there. On my left, I might as well congradulated her as Miss Priss 2006. She had on long fake nails on painted cherry red with gems on them. She hid about 5 pounds of lip gloss in her desk and she wore tons of light blue eye shadow. She had on tight pants and a designer shirt on with a diamond necklace with a bracelet to match. So from my point of view, I was stuck in the middle of Woody Allen and Ashlee Simpson. Just perfect.
We did algebra for math, the study of excerise for science, and ancient civilizations for social studies before lunch. When I when to go in line, I saw that we had lasagna today. I stuck my finger in it to taste it after getting an apple, milk, and chips and found that it was delicious. But that was not the big suprise. As I get out my money to pay for the food, I glance up at the cashier. And there is Tre in hairnet, a picture that would have a lot more than a 1,000 words. When I'm out of the line, I sat at a table by myself. Suddenly, a friendly girl walked up to me. She was the most like me out of all the students I had seen so far. She was wearing an Element skate shirt.
"Ummm....can I sit here?"
"Sure, whatever floats raci boat. Much better then sitting by myself anyways, or I might not have been trusted."
She laughed and then took a drink of chocolate milk.
"What's your name. Mine is Michaela."
"Oh, I'm Traci, and just wanted to know more about you, you know, since as a first year may seem like quite of a shocker."
I told her I was from New York but born in Florida. I was talkking about when I broke both my legs when I was little when I was distracted by a guy walking past the table. He had black hair, had a skater body and was wearing a H.I.M. t-shirt.
"Damn Traci, who is that?!"
"Him? Oh, he's Zach...he's in our class, too."
Well, lunch soon ended and Traci and I walked together to the room 216. When we came in, our assignment was to right about what enjoys us the most. As an automatic response, I wrote about listen to music because without music, life for me would be almost purposeless. After many more explanations, it was time for health. And who would have known Tre would walk in. In a few seconds, it would make complete sense.
"Ok, you kids are getting to the age where you think it is cool to have sex, and have to say, I don't blame you one god damn bit. But you must practice safe sex. This is because you could get diseases such as Hipititas C and HIV/AIDS. This is why we wear condoms. Now, this is how you put one on."
He grabbed a large sausage out of his pocket and slid the protecter on.
"Now class, always remember: the best ones are flavored and colored!"
Then the bell rang and Traci told me to come over to her desk. She gave me her number and I put her in my contacts on my cell phone.
"See ya tomorrow Traci!" I yelled through the hallway.
"Bye!"
I was outside sitting on the grass when my Mom's shitbox pulled up to get me. I hopped in.
"So how was your first day?" she asked me.
"Perfect," I responded.
And it was.
I nod my head in response.
"Here is your schedule for your everyday school day. Since we only have one teacher instead of doing periods of class, your room is 216. He'll show you around the school, where music, art, special, I mean phys. ed, and health. You will follow your classmates to lunch. So, uh, yeah, I've told you evereything you need to know so if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Now have a nice day!"
"You too Mr. Armstrong."
Wow, Mr. Armstrong. Makes Billie Joe sound so...sophisticated.
Well, I soon found class and knocked on the door. When the door was opened, I saw a tallish man, soft eyes, and brownish hair. Holy shit.
"Hi, my name is Mr. Prittchard, and you must be the new student, Michaela. Class, say hello."
A bored class murmured back an answer.
"I believe you can sit in between Dylan and Courtnee in the back row."
So I walked over and settled down in my desk. After I caught up with the rest of the class, I glanced to each side. Looking to the right, I saw Dylan. He wore brown tight pants up past his belly button and styled it with a black belt with a chunky buckle. His hair was slicked back with firm hold gel, a little stain of it on his plaid shirt. Judging by the case on the floor, he played tuba. And what I noticed the most was that this kid Dylan would stick his finger so far up his nose, I was scared he'd get it stuck up there. On my left, I might as well congradulated her as Miss Priss 2006. She had on long fake nails on painted cherry red with gems on them. She hid about 5 pounds of lip gloss in her desk and she wore tons of light blue eye shadow. She had on tight pants and a designer shirt on with a diamond necklace with a bracelet to match. So from my point of view, I was stuck in the middle of Woody Allen and Ashlee Simpson. Just perfect.
We did algebra for math, the study of excerise for science, and ancient civilizations for social studies before lunch. When I when to go in line, I saw that we had lasagna today. I stuck my finger in it to taste it after getting an apple, milk, and chips and found that it was delicious. But that was not the big suprise. As I get out my money to pay for the food, I glance up at the cashier. And there is Tre in hairnet, a picture that would have a lot more than a 1,000 words. When I'm out of the line, I sat at a table by myself. Suddenly, a friendly girl walked up to me. She was the most like me out of all the students I had seen so far. She was wearing an Element skate shirt.
"Ummm....can I sit here?"
"Sure, whatever floats raci boat. Much better then sitting by myself anyways, or I might not have been trusted."
She laughed and then took a drink of chocolate milk.
"What's your name. Mine is Michaela."
"Oh, I'm Traci, and just wanted to know more about you, you know, since as a first year may seem like quite of a shocker."
I told her I was from New York but born in Florida. I was talkking about when I broke both my legs when I was little when I was distracted by a guy walking past the table. He had black hair, had a skater body and was wearing a H.I.M. t-shirt.
"Damn Traci, who is that?!"
"Him? Oh, he's Zach...he's in our class, too."
Well, lunch soon ended and Traci and I walked together to the room 216. When we came in, our assignment was to right about what enjoys us the most. As an automatic response, I wrote about listen to music because without music, life for me would be almost purposeless. After many more explanations, it was time for health. And who would have known Tre would walk in. In a few seconds, it would make complete sense.
"Ok, you kids are getting to the age where you think it is cool to have sex, and have to say, I don't blame you one god damn bit. But you must practice safe sex. This is because you could get diseases such as Hipititas C and HIV/AIDS. This is why we wear condoms. Now, this is how you put one on."
He grabbed a large sausage out of his pocket and slid the protecter on.
"Now class, always remember: the best ones are flavored and colored!"
Then the bell rang and Traci told me to come over to her desk. She gave me her number and I put her in my contacts on my cell phone.
"See ya tomorrow Traci!" I yelled through the hallway.
"Bye!"
I was outside sitting on the grass when my Mom's shitbox pulled up to get me. I hopped in.
"So how was your first day?" she asked me.
"Perfect," I responded.
And it was.
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