Time just flies by, doesn’t it?, chapter 2
What a waste of time this was goanna be...
Again, throughout the whole lesson I didn't listen. Boy I was getting good at blocking school out of my mind. I kept looking at the clock and watching Tre' fiddle with his "pencil", as he so called it. He was strange, I think we were goanna get along pretty well... and no, I don't mean like that. The teacher was walking back and fourth across the front of the room, showing students pictures of other artwork. It was pretty crappy art to be serious. I began to get bored so I took out a piece of paper and started writing some things down. It looked like a poem by the time I was done:
Here comes the bride...
Big fat and wide...
Throwing away all her pride,
Here comes the ring barrier...
Saying his prayer...
Taking absolutely not care,
Here comes the priest...
With a four foot waist...
Hurrying with haste,
Here comes the groom...
Letting everything bloom...
He's turned into a cocoon,
Here comes the best man...
Starting out with his plan...
Which is using a huge fan,
Here comes the maid...
All dressed in plaid...
She'll never be paid,
Here comes your kid...
Wearing a wig...
Dressed in only a twig.
I couldn't think of anything else, and the bell was just about to ring so I put it away. It was horrible, but I was bored, so what can you expect? When the bell rang I walked off to my locker and put my binder in my backpack. I shut the door and walked to P.E. I hated that class most of all. There was never anyone nice or good looking, and if they were good looking they wouldn't talk to you.
I walked into the locker room and got a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt for $14. This is because of the stupid dress code, but you always had to wear this kind of stuff at my other schools. I walked over to a locker that wasn't taken and put my lock on it, putting the small piece of tape with the combo it my pants pocket. I went into the bathroom and changed into my gym clothes, put my normal ones in the locker, locked it, and went out into the hall to wait for everyone else.
While I was standing against the wall people started coming out of the boys and girls locker room. One person caught my attention. I turned my head and looked at the boy that was standing five people away from me. We were all standing in a line. There were three lines; each line was for a different class. The person that I was looking at was in my line, right behind me. I turned and stared at him, until he turned and looked at me. I remembered the guy that had walked into my first period class; he had the same body shape. I looked at him again. He had green eyes and black hair, his hair was the same as the person's who gave the note to that teacher. I looked away when he turned around, but quickly looked back when he turned his back to me. He was HOT! I thought, and I am NOT a teenie, I hate them peoples! He was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts that went to his knees. He had a black watch. When he turned back around I realized he had black eye liner on.
"Yes?" he asked me. I hadn't realized that I was still staring at him. He was the guy in those pictures, he was Billie Joe.
"Uh, nothing... " I said, turning red. He looked straight in front the line; he was looking well over my head because he was much taller than me. A couple minutes later we were being shoved into the largest gym. Most of the people were running laps like, they were listening to the teacher, but I just walked around. While I was walking I noticed two boys were coming up behind me. I didn't think anything of it so I kept walking. Soon I felt a hand go around my waist and another on my butt. I quickly jumped and moved forward away form them, turning to see them. I looked around and glared at them and they smiled even more.
"What's wrong?" one of them laughed. I ignored him, only to have another hand placed on my butt. He pushed it away and kept walking. "Please, just leave me alone." I said slowly.
"Oh man, I can't just leave you alone, you look to pretty." He said. I began to feel uncomfortable. I looked around the gym and spotted Billie. He was all the way across the room, great. I couldn't even try to talk to him. The thing was, he wasn't talking to anyone. He wasn't near anyone else. I started to walk faster. Today we had two classes in the large gym; these two guys were in the other one. I looked back to Billie and couldn't help but laugh when he tripped over his own foot. The two boys behind me laughed too.
"Did you see her butt?" one asked.
"Would you shut up about my butt?!" I yelled. Everyone heard me, everyone was looking at me. Oh great... but Billie, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the two boys, glaring. They got red and walked away. When I continued walking I ran into Billie.
"Sorry." He said.
"For what?" I asked him.
"For running into you... " he said looking at me as if I was weird.
"Oh, I'm used to it." I said. Looking at him made me wanna just grab him and kiss him.
Again, throughout the whole lesson I didn't listen. Boy I was getting good at blocking school out of my mind. I kept looking at the clock and watching Tre' fiddle with his "pencil", as he so called it. He was strange, I think we were goanna get along pretty well... and no, I don't mean like that. The teacher was walking back and fourth across the front of the room, showing students pictures of other artwork. It was pretty crappy art to be serious. I began to get bored so I took out a piece of paper and started writing some things down. It looked like a poem by the time I was done:
Here comes the bride...
Big fat and wide...
Throwing away all her pride,
Here comes the ring barrier...
Saying his prayer...
Taking absolutely not care,
Here comes the priest...
With a four foot waist...
Hurrying with haste,
Here comes the groom...
Letting everything bloom...
He's turned into a cocoon,
Here comes the best man...
Starting out with his plan...
Which is using a huge fan,
Here comes the maid...
All dressed in plaid...
She'll never be paid,
Here comes your kid...
Wearing a wig...
Dressed in only a twig.
I couldn't think of anything else, and the bell was just about to ring so I put it away. It was horrible, but I was bored, so what can you expect? When the bell rang I walked off to my locker and put my binder in my backpack. I shut the door and walked to P.E. I hated that class most of all. There was never anyone nice or good looking, and if they were good looking they wouldn't talk to you.
I walked into the locker room and got a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt for $14. This is because of the stupid dress code, but you always had to wear this kind of stuff at my other schools. I walked over to a locker that wasn't taken and put my lock on it, putting the small piece of tape with the combo it my pants pocket. I went into the bathroom and changed into my gym clothes, put my normal ones in the locker, locked it, and went out into the hall to wait for everyone else.
While I was standing against the wall people started coming out of the boys and girls locker room. One person caught my attention. I turned my head and looked at the boy that was standing five people away from me. We were all standing in a line. There were three lines; each line was for a different class. The person that I was looking at was in my line, right behind me. I turned and stared at him, until he turned and looked at me. I remembered the guy that had walked into my first period class; he had the same body shape. I looked at him again. He had green eyes and black hair, his hair was the same as the person's who gave the note to that teacher. I looked away when he turned around, but quickly looked back when he turned his back to me. He was HOT! I thought, and I am NOT a teenie, I hate them peoples! He was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts that went to his knees. He had a black watch. When he turned back around I realized he had black eye liner on.
"Yes?" he asked me. I hadn't realized that I was still staring at him. He was the guy in those pictures, he was Billie Joe.
"Uh, nothing... " I said, turning red. He looked straight in front the line; he was looking well over my head because he was much taller than me. A couple minutes later we were being shoved into the largest gym. Most of the people were running laps like, they were listening to the teacher, but I just walked around. While I was walking I noticed two boys were coming up behind me. I didn't think anything of it so I kept walking. Soon I felt a hand go around my waist and another on my butt. I quickly jumped and moved forward away form them, turning to see them. I looked around and glared at them and they smiled even more.
"What's wrong?" one of them laughed. I ignored him, only to have another hand placed on my butt. He pushed it away and kept walking. "Please, just leave me alone." I said slowly.
"Oh man, I can't just leave you alone, you look to pretty." He said. I began to feel uncomfortable. I looked around the gym and spotted Billie. He was all the way across the room, great. I couldn't even try to talk to him. The thing was, he wasn't talking to anyone. He wasn't near anyone else. I started to walk faster. Today we had two classes in the large gym; these two guys were in the other one. I looked back to Billie and couldn't help but laugh when he tripped over his own foot. The two boys behind me laughed too.
"Did you see her butt?" one asked.
"Would you shut up about my butt?!" I yelled. Everyone heard me, everyone was looking at me. Oh great... but Billie, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the two boys, glaring. They got red and walked away. When I continued walking I ran into Billie.
"Sorry." He said.
"For what?" I asked him.
"For running into you... " he said looking at me as if I was weird.
"Oh, I'm used to it." I said. Looking at him made me wanna just grab him and kiss him.
