Time just flies by, doesn’t it?, chapter 1
Great, my first day of school, aren't they always the best? I asked myself. I was getting ready for the day, getting into a pair of new black jeans with a plain black t-shirt. My black converse were torn and worn, so my mom had taken me to the store to get a new pair. They were all black this time. I decided I would wear the old ones today, I don't know why, maybe because there were already too many changes. I ran down the hallway to the kitchen where mom was making pancakes.
"Emily, are you going to eat before you leave, I made extra if you are." She asked me
"No, I'll eat at school." I lied.
I never eat breakfast. That's why I bring such a big lunch; it's never a healthy one though. That's why mom always got mad, she says that she buys the big bag of fruits so that I will take some, but whatever, I'm not a healthy eater, most of the time. My lunch was only sweets today: candy, a cupcake from my dad's birthday, and a small thing of cheese crackers. I grabbed my lunch bag and backpack and headed out the door. The first thing I felt when I got out side was the air. It was freezing. I ran back to my room and got my plain black sweater. I tried to be Goth, but it wasn't working. I was always being beat up, as were my friends at my old school. This time I ran back outside and walked to school, not being bothered by the fact that it was still cold and people were being loud.
When I got to the school I walked in through the double doors, going to the office for my schedule. When I got it I looked to see what I had.
1.Math RM 203
2.Science RM 131
3.Art RM 120
4.P.E. Main Gym
5.Band RM 212
Lunch RM Commons
6. Health RM 227
7. Reading RM 225
8. Social Studies RM 225
9. Computers. RM 204
Oh man, nine periods this year. Last year I only had seven, but it was a different school. I wasn't the one who wanted to come to this school, but my dad had passed away last year, so my mom decided that we needed to move on, and literally, we moved on. As I was walking I remembered I still didn't know what locker I had. I took the sheet of paper and read it over. "Okay, locker number 221, and my combo is 9-15-45." I found my way to my locker and put the combination in. it opened and I realized someone else's stuff was in it. "Who's my locker partner?" just as I asked this another girl came over to me.
"So, you must be Emily Jenson? Well, it is your pleasure to meet me,
Marissa Norway. One of the richest people in this school." She said in a preppy way.
"Um, I don't have a pleasure of meeting a prep, I just got through with five of them." I said referring to some of the girls at my old school in Oregon.
"We people here take it very rudely to be called "preps", now if you don't mind, I think you're in my locker." She said while pushing me away.
"Um, actually, this is my locker too." I said, but stood back while she got in it.
"Well if I have to share this with you, then you shall do WHATEVER I say. Understood?" she asked me, or pretty much told me.
"Whatever." I said, not wanting to get into any fights so early in the year. She looked shocked.
"Whatever." She said back. She looked at me and stepped away from the locker. "Your stuff, it will go right here," she said while pointing at a hook in the corner of the locker, "and, I don't want you touching any of my things." She warned before walking away. I looked in the locker and noticed she had pictures of people all over her locker. I looked at them. On one picture it was of a boy with dark black hair and shinny green eyes. They were quite nice. He was in good shape from the looks of him. I wondered who he was, but glared when I noticed a small piece of paper taped next to it.
"Billie Joe. He is my life long love. He doesn't know that I love him yet, but I shall make sure no one gets him. That girlfriend of his, I will make sure she is out of his life soon!" it said.
I wonder who he is, I asked myself. As I put my bag in the locker I took out my binder and books that I had got in the mail. This wasn't like my other school where you had to get your books from the library, you had to order them, so you had your own. After I shut the locker I started off to room 203, math. That was my worst subject; I never got the hang of it. I was told that I did well in it, but I knew I didn't. I walked down the hall and bumped into someone, knocking mine and their stuff all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" I said quickly. The person picked everything up and handed me my things before I could help.
"It's okay. Here." He said handing them to me. When I stood up and thanked him he smiled, "you're goanna be late. What class do you have?"
"Um, I have math, room203." I told him. He was cute.
"Really, I can take you there, I have the same class."
"Okay. Thanks." I said walking beside him. We walked to the room and got inside just as the bell rang.
"You were almost late Mr. Wright." He looked up to the teacher and smiled.
"As usual, Mr. Perkins." He said as he sat down. There were no other open seats so I sat next to him. About a minute after the bell rang another boy came in. he had black hair, and was wearing all black. I hadn't seen his face. He walked up to the teacher and handed him a note, then turned around and walked back out the door.
"Frank, you have lunch detention, again." The teacher said.
"Please, call me Tre', Tre' Cool. It means "Very Cool" in French."
"I know what it means Frank, now please, sit down." Frank sat down as the class laughed.
"Your name is Frank Wright?" I asked him
"Actually, it is Frank Edwin Wright the third, but I would prefer Tre' Cool." He smiled as he looked at me.
"You must think you're cool then?" I laughed.
"Very." He said before an eraser hit him in the head.
"Mr. Wright, I said Be Quiet!"
"If you would call me by my real name maybe I would." He smirked as the class giggled.
"Fine, Mr. Tre' Cool, would you please be quiet?" he sighed.
"I guess Mr. Perkins." He sighed back. The class went by very slowly. Because of this being my first day here, and everyone else's fifth day, we weren't getting any real work. All that was going on was explaining how the year would be spent. I ignored all of this and sat back in my chair. Finally the bell rang and we all got up and walked out the door with our binders. "You know you don't have to take all those books with you?" Tre' asked me.
"Oh, I don't?" I asked him back.
"Nope. Only your binder for the next couple of weeks, or until they ask you to bring a certain book. They usually don't ask you to though, so I really don't know why they make us order them, besides a waste of money." I laughed and said bye, then turned down the hall to my locker, opening it and putting my books inside. I just sat them on the floor, not thinking that it would hurt anything. I walked down the hall to room 131, science. Boy, this is a stupid school. My other school gave you pretty much a choice of what you wanted to do, and science, it wasn't one of the choices I would have picked. I suck at science, more than I do math, yes. I turned a corner and walked into the science room. The room wasn't quite full, but I waited until everyone else got seated so that I wasn't setting in someone's spot. There were four empty chairs, I chose to sit in one next to a tall blond.
"Hey." I said as soon as I sat down.
"Yeah." She said, nit looking at me, but to a boy that sat across from her. I felt someone kick me from under the table; I guess it was the boy across from her.
"Sorry." He quickly said. I think they were playing "footsie". I hate it when people do that. There was a girl across from me writing a note to someone. I couldn't read it, she wrote too small. She had curly black hair with red streaks and brown yes with a tint of blue in them. She was wearing a black shirt out lined in red and black and red checkered pants, they looked like pajama bottoms.
"What?" she asked when she noticed I was watching her.
"Oh, nothing, I just like your shirt." She smiled. She had black and red braces.
"Huh, you're the first to say that, besides my boyfriend. I hate it."
"Oh." I said. Okay, this was already goanna be a hard year, I could tell. The bell rang again, announcing that everyone should be in their classes.
"Okay class, we aren't going to be doing anything very much consisting of work, but that is because it is the beginning of the school year." I didn't think the teacher knew exactly what he was talking about, and he had worse grammar then me. I noticed the girl across from me had a small piece of paper I her hand, she gave it to me. I read it.
What's your name? My name is Lilly. W/B!
I read the letter and wrote back: my name is Emily Jenson.
I pushed the letter across the table, but the blond beside me got it first.
"Mr. Anderson, Lilly and the new girl are passing love notes." She said, smirking at us.
"We are not! I was just asking her what her name was, read the letter, Mr. Anderson!" Lilly said, glaring at the girl.
"Let me see it, Claire." He said taking the note from her. "This is the beginning of the year, and there is nothing on this letter to get them in trouble, but if you write anymore letters during class, you may just get a citation." He said. She smiled at Claire and looked to the front of the class. The rest of the period was spent with people sleeping. I was one of the only ones that was awake, I was thinking of the poor guy that my locker partner liked. What would she do to try and get him? He did look pretty cute, but I still have no clue how he acts, whether he's nice, or a real arse like her. I looked at the clock on the wall; only two, nope, one minute left. The time went by fast now, and we were put the door. I headed to my locker and opened it. I had to see what he looked like again. This time I looked at the other pictures. They were all of him... he was hot. In one he was standing up with a skateboard, looked like he was getting ready to leave, in another he was leaning up against a tree with his shirt off, he had his arm around someone, but Marissa had cut that persons head out of the picture. He had a nice body, he had a tattoo, but I couldn't quite tell what it was. In the biggest picture he was standing on the school stage with a guitar. He looked good, but who is his girlfriend? I would even wanna take him from her. I got ready to close the locker but noticed a letter at the bottom of the locker with my name written in big letters. I picked it up and read it:
Dear Emily,
I warned you, the next time you leave your stuff out like that I will just put it on the floor, or the garbage. I am keeping MY locker clean, and I don't need you garbage all over it. Keep it picked up, or else.
I put the letter in my pocket and put my books in my backpack. After shutting the door I walked down the hall to art. As I walked I heard someone talking behind me. It sounded like Tre'. I turned and looked at him.
"Oh, hey." He said hurrying up to me. "What do you have next?" he asked.
"I have art in room-"
"There's only one art room, room 120. I have it too. Maybe you can set by me, I have a desk empty." He asked.
"Um, I'd be fine with that."
"Okay. Follow me, again." We walked off to the class with people running to their own behind, in front, and beside us.
"Geeze, this is louder than my old school."
"What school did you go to?"
"North High, horrible school. Hated it so much!" I said.
"Never been to another high school besides here." He said to me as he held the door open.
"Lucky you, that means you've had the same friends almost all your high school years. I have moved so many times, I haven't ever gone to school with a friend for more than a month."
"Well, hopefully you stay longer this time." He told me.
"I will be, my mom says she's tired of moving, and now that my dad passed away we wont be moving all that much."
"Your dad died? I'm sorry." He said while looking down.
"Oh don't be, I hated him anyway. He was a drug addict, died of a failing heart. I was sad at first, but my mom is looking for someone else right now. She met this one guy, he is really nice from what she says, I haven't met him, but I am looking forward to it." I told him.
"By the way, I don't think you've told me your name." he said to me.
"Oh yeah, my name's Emily, Emily Jenson." I looked at the room as we sat down. It was fairly big, white walls, two of the four walls had students art work all over them. There was another room next to this, but it was still an art room. It had a lot of art easels. There was a bookshelf in that room with different types of paint on it, and four large shelves with more. It was painters' paradise. But I wasn't a painter or drawer, so it was nothing to me. I looked up to a man that entered the room.
"Hello class. How is your day so far?" he asked. He had a French accent. He wore a small artist's cap and overalls. He had little hair, and what amount he had was combed like a clown's, and it was gray. Everyone responded with a "good" or "bad" to his question.
"Today we will be looking at some pictures of artwork done by many artists. Did you know that one day you could all be an artist? Well, if you work hard now that time may come!" he said. He was talking to us like we were all five year olds!
"Emily, are you going to eat before you leave, I made extra if you are." She asked me
"No, I'll eat at school." I lied.
I never eat breakfast. That's why I bring such a big lunch; it's never a healthy one though. That's why mom always got mad, she says that she buys the big bag of fruits so that I will take some, but whatever, I'm not a healthy eater, most of the time. My lunch was only sweets today: candy, a cupcake from my dad's birthday, and a small thing of cheese crackers. I grabbed my lunch bag and backpack and headed out the door. The first thing I felt when I got out side was the air. It was freezing. I ran back to my room and got my plain black sweater. I tried to be Goth, but it wasn't working. I was always being beat up, as were my friends at my old school. This time I ran back outside and walked to school, not being bothered by the fact that it was still cold and people were being loud.
When I got to the school I walked in through the double doors, going to the office for my schedule. When I got it I looked to see what I had.
1.Math RM 203
2.Science RM 131
3.Art RM 120
4.P.E. Main Gym
5.Band RM 212
Lunch RM Commons
6. Health RM 227
7. Reading RM 225
8. Social Studies RM 225
9. Computers. RM 204
Oh man, nine periods this year. Last year I only had seven, but it was a different school. I wasn't the one who wanted to come to this school, but my dad had passed away last year, so my mom decided that we needed to move on, and literally, we moved on. As I was walking I remembered I still didn't know what locker I had. I took the sheet of paper and read it over. "Okay, locker number 221, and my combo is 9-15-45." I found my way to my locker and put the combination in. it opened and I realized someone else's stuff was in it. "Who's my locker partner?" just as I asked this another girl came over to me.
"So, you must be Emily Jenson? Well, it is your pleasure to meet me,
Marissa Norway. One of the richest people in this school." She said in a preppy way.
"Um, I don't have a pleasure of meeting a prep, I just got through with five of them." I said referring to some of the girls at my old school in Oregon.
"We people here take it very rudely to be called "preps", now if you don't mind, I think you're in my locker." She said while pushing me away.
"Um, actually, this is my locker too." I said, but stood back while she got in it.
"Well if I have to share this with you, then you shall do WHATEVER I say. Understood?" she asked me, or pretty much told me.
"Whatever." I said, not wanting to get into any fights so early in the year. She looked shocked.
"Whatever." She said back. She looked at me and stepped away from the locker. "Your stuff, it will go right here," she said while pointing at a hook in the corner of the locker, "and, I don't want you touching any of my things." She warned before walking away. I looked in the locker and noticed she had pictures of people all over her locker. I looked at them. On one picture it was of a boy with dark black hair and shinny green eyes. They were quite nice. He was in good shape from the looks of him. I wondered who he was, but glared when I noticed a small piece of paper taped next to it.
"Billie Joe. He is my life long love. He doesn't know that I love him yet, but I shall make sure no one gets him. That girlfriend of his, I will make sure she is out of his life soon!" it said.
I wonder who he is, I asked myself. As I put my bag in the locker I took out my binder and books that I had got in the mail. This wasn't like my other school where you had to get your books from the library, you had to order them, so you had your own. After I shut the locker I started off to room 203, math. That was my worst subject; I never got the hang of it. I was told that I did well in it, but I knew I didn't. I walked down the hall and bumped into someone, knocking mine and their stuff all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" I said quickly. The person picked everything up and handed me my things before I could help.
"It's okay. Here." He said handing them to me. When I stood up and thanked him he smiled, "you're goanna be late. What class do you have?"
"Um, I have math, room203." I told him. He was cute.
"Really, I can take you there, I have the same class."
"Okay. Thanks." I said walking beside him. We walked to the room and got inside just as the bell rang.
"You were almost late Mr. Wright." He looked up to the teacher and smiled.
"As usual, Mr. Perkins." He said as he sat down. There were no other open seats so I sat next to him. About a minute after the bell rang another boy came in. he had black hair, and was wearing all black. I hadn't seen his face. He walked up to the teacher and handed him a note, then turned around and walked back out the door.
"Frank, you have lunch detention, again." The teacher said.
"Please, call me Tre', Tre' Cool. It means "Very Cool" in French."
"I know what it means Frank, now please, sit down." Frank sat down as the class laughed.
"Your name is Frank Wright?" I asked him
"Actually, it is Frank Edwin Wright the third, but I would prefer Tre' Cool." He smiled as he looked at me.
"You must think you're cool then?" I laughed.
"Very." He said before an eraser hit him in the head.
"Mr. Wright, I said Be Quiet!"
"If you would call me by my real name maybe I would." He smirked as the class giggled.
"Fine, Mr. Tre' Cool, would you please be quiet?" he sighed.
"I guess Mr. Perkins." He sighed back. The class went by very slowly. Because of this being my first day here, and everyone else's fifth day, we weren't getting any real work. All that was going on was explaining how the year would be spent. I ignored all of this and sat back in my chair. Finally the bell rang and we all got up and walked out the door with our binders. "You know you don't have to take all those books with you?" Tre' asked me.
"Oh, I don't?" I asked him back.
"Nope. Only your binder for the next couple of weeks, or until they ask you to bring a certain book. They usually don't ask you to though, so I really don't know why they make us order them, besides a waste of money." I laughed and said bye, then turned down the hall to my locker, opening it and putting my books inside. I just sat them on the floor, not thinking that it would hurt anything. I walked down the hall to room 131, science. Boy, this is a stupid school. My other school gave you pretty much a choice of what you wanted to do, and science, it wasn't one of the choices I would have picked. I suck at science, more than I do math, yes. I turned a corner and walked into the science room. The room wasn't quite full, but I waited until everyone else got seated so that I wasn't setting in someone's spot. There were four empty chairs, I chose to sit in one next to a tall blond.
"Hey." I said as soon as I sat down.
"Yeah." She said, nit looking at me, but to a boy that sat across from her. I felt someone kick me from under the table; I guess it was the boy across from her.
"Sorry." He quickly said. I think they were playing "footsie". I hate it when people do that. There was a girl across from me writing a note to someone. I couldn't read it, she wrote too small. She had curly black hair with red streaks and brown yes with a tint of blue in them. She was wearing a black shirt out lined in red and black and red checkered pants, they looked like pajama bottoms.
"What?" she asked when she noticed I was watching her.
"Oh, nothing, I just like your shirt." She smiled. She had black and red braces.
"Huh, you're the first to say that, besides my boyfriend. I hate it."
"Oh." I said. Okay, this was already goanna be a hard year, I could tell. The bell rang again, announcing that everyone should be in their classes.
"Okay class, we aren't going to be doing anything very much consisting of work, but that is because it is the beginning of the school year." I didn't think the teacher knew exactly what he was talking about, and he had worse grammar then me. I noticed the girl across from me had a small piece of paper I her hand, she gave it to me. I read it.
What's your name? My name is Lilly. W/B!
I read the letter and wrote back: my name is Emily Jenson.
I pushed the letter across the table, but the blond beside me got it first.
"Mr. Anderson, Lilly and the new girl are passing love notes." She said, smirking at us.
"We are not! I was just asking her what her name was, read the letter, Mr. Anderson!" Lilly said, glaring at the girl.
"Let me see it, Claire." He said taking the note from her. "This is the beginning of the year, and there is nothing on this letter to get them in trouble, but if you write anymore letters during class, you may just get a citation." He said. She smiled at Claire and looked to the front of the class. The rest of the period was spent with people sleeping. I was one of the only ones that was awake, I was thinking of the poor guy that my locker partner liked. What would she do to try and get him? He did look pretty cute, but I still have no clue how he acts, whether he's nice, or a real arse like her. I looked at the clock on the wall; only two, nope, one minute left. The time went by fast now, and we were put the door. I headed to my locker and opened it. I had to see what he looked like again. This time I looked at the other pictures. They were all of him... he was hot. In one he was standing up with a skateboard, looked like he was getting ready to leave, in another he was leaning up against a tree with his shirt off, he had his arm around someone, but Marissa had cut that persons head out of the picture. He had a nice body, he had a tattoo, but I couldn't quite tell what it was. In the biggest picture he was standing on the school stage with a guitar. He looked good, but who is his girlfriend? I would even wanna take him from her. I got ready to close the locker but noticed a letter at the bottom of the locker with my name written in big letters. I picked it up and read it:
Dear Emily,
I warned you, the next time you leave your stuff out like that I will just put it on the floor, or the garbage. I am keeping MY locker clean, and I don't need you garbage all over it. Keep it picked up, or else.
I put the letter in my pocket and put my books in my backpack. After shutting the door I walked down the hall to art. As I walked I heard someone talking behind me. It sounded like Tre'. I turned and looked at him.
"Oh, hey." He said hurrying up to me. "What do you have next?" he asked.
"I have art in room-"
"There's only one art room, room 120. I have it too. Maybe you can set by me, I have a desk empty." He asked.
"Um, I'd be fine with that."
"Okay. Follow me, again." We walked off to the class with people running to their own behind, in front, and beside us.
"Geeze, this is louder than my old school."
"What school did you go to?"
"North High, horrible school. Hated it so much!" I said.
"Never been to another high school besides here." He said to me as he held the door open.
"Lucky you, that means you've had the same friends almost all your high school years. I have moved so many times, I haven't ever gone to school with a friend for more than a month."
"Well, hopefully you stay longer this time." He told me.
"I will be, my mom says she's tired of moving, and now that my dad passed away we wont be moving all that much."
"Your dad died? I'm sorry." He said while looking down.
"Oh don't be, I hated him anyway. He was a drug addict, died of a failing heart. I was sad at first, but my mom is looking for someone else right now. She met this one guy, he is really nice from what she says, I haven't met him, but I am looking forward to it." I told him.
"By the way, I don't think you've told me your name." he said to me.
"Oh yeah, my name's Emily, Emily Jenson." I looked at the room as we sat down. It was fairly big, white walls, two of the four walls had students art work all over them. There was another room next to this, but it was still an art room. It had a lot of art easels. There was a bookshelf in that room with different types of paint on it, and four large shelves with more. It was painters' paradise. But I wasn't a painter or drawer, so it was nothing to me. I looked up to a man that entered the room.
"Hello class. How is your day so far?" he asked. He had a French accent. He wore a small artist's cap and overalls. He had little hair, and what amount he had was combed like a clown's, and it was gray. Everyone responded with a "good" or "bad" to his question.
"Today we will be looking at some pictures of artwork done by many artists. Did you know that one day you could all be an artist? Well, if you work hard now that time may come!" he said. He was talking to us like we were all five year olds!
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