The story of year eight, chapter 2
My new science teacher, Mr Jones, stepped out into the hallway. He was wearing a really ugly brown and yellow jacket with huge buttons, which reminded me of puke. I made a mental note to tell that to Tom later on. Tom and I, who were leaning against the wall, were told to stand up and listen.
"You two don't want to start off this year on a bad note," Mr. Jones said, for some reason snapping his fingers twice. "If you don't stop getting into trouble, and this year is a repeat of last year, then you're suspended. Got that?"
We didn't say anything. He cleared his throat.
"Yes sir," I finally gave in. Tom and I shared smirks.
It was at that point that Frankito coughed and Mr Jones finally acknowleged his presence.
"You must be Frankito," Mr Jones said. "Hopefully you wont be as much trouble as these two." I gave him a look that said 'Eat dirt and die!'
We were all in the classroom five seconds later. Tom and I were told not to sit together, so we stood up. Mr Jones glared at us and put Frankito between us.
Halfway through a boring lecture in Rocks and Minerals and the wonders or science, (Wonders... hah.) a note was slipped into my hand.
'You were right. I should have just turned around and ran!
I chuckled to myself and wrote back,
Yeah well. We warned you, but they never listen.
I heard Frankito laugh to himself.
Can I hang out with you at lunch?
Go ahead. It's better than the alternative tables.
And what are the alternatives?
The anorexic cheerleader preppy bitchy you name it table... although I have to admit, cheerleading does take practise and stuff... their idea of lunch is a glass of water. Then there's the table where all the smart/handsome/athletic/asshole guys sit. And then there's us. :P
I dont know. The cheerleaders sound tempting.
I was about to write something else when the note was snatched from my desk. Mr Jones read it, and sent me and Frankito out in the hall.
"Wow. Touchy, eh?"
We talked and stuff for the rest of science, and when lunch came I introduced him to Natalie, Emily, Racha, Carlos, Sharmeen and everyone. Turns out he was actually a pretty cool kid, and he invited us all over to his house after school.
The rest of the day went by pretty slow, considering the teachers sat me next to the evil kids in my class once they found out I was having FUN near my friends.
Finally, school ended. Luckily, Racha had a cell phone, so we called our parents and asked for permission.
"Shouldn't you call your dad or mom or whatever?" Natalie asked Frankito.
"Nah, dad doesnt care."
"Know what? You look kinda like Tre Cool. And you have the same last name as him. That's freakin creepy..." Emily said, eyeing Frankito.
I jumped on Carlos's back and demanded he carry me the rest of the way.
"Oh yeah, sure, make me into the work horse."
"That's right, slave!" I said. "Onward!"
Frankito seemed a bit nervous. He was sweating a bit, and didnt really talk as if he was all there.
"Yo Frankito, you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just uh...I didnt tell you..."
We turned the corner and into the richer street. The houses were bigger than any other houses in our town.
"Wow. Your parents rich?" Racha asked.
"Yeah, dad is. He moved us to Canada because his business is movin' around, around here. Moved me here 'cause he wanted to be able to hang around with me while he worked. He asked my sister to come, but she didnt want to."
We came to the end of the street, and Frankito opened the door. He brought out some pop and chips and stuff, and an X-box, which was enough to keep any of us happy for five days. At least.
"Dad should be home soon. I think you guys'll like him. He's..."
But before he could finish what he was saying, the door slammed open.
"I'm ho-ome!" A cheery, familiar voice called.
"Hey dad, I have some friends over, that's okay right?"
"Friends already?"
When his dad came up the stairs, we nearly fell off the couch. Yeah, he was Tre Cool. Okay, so all the hints were there. I guess we just thought...you know. Nah... Right?
"Wow."
"You didnt tell them?" Tre asked.
"No... I didnt want to start a commotion."
"Okay then."
After we all introduced ourselves, and hung out for a while, Emily and Nat and I realized we still had band practise. Yeah, I didn't mention. We're in a band. Emily plays drums, Nat plays guitar, I do piano, bass, and vocals. We don't have a name yet though...
"We have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys!" I shouted, before leaving.
"Hey, Kris, do you guys wanna hang out tomorrow too?" Frankito called after us.
"Yeah, sure!" Nat cried, answering for all of us.
That night I wrote a song, and even though Em and Nat and I usually made the music together, I sat down at the piano and created something that started it all .
"You two don't want to start off this year on a bad note," Mr. Jones said, for some reason snapping his fingers twice. "If you don't stop getting into trouble, and this year is a repeat of last year, then you're suspended. Got that?"
We didn't say anything. He cleared his throat.
"Yes sir," I finally gave in. Tom and I shared smirks.
It was at that point that Frankito coughed and Mr Jones finally acknowleged his presence.
"You must be Frankito," Mr Jones said. "Hopefully you wont be as much trouble as these two." I gave him a look that said 'Eat dirt and die!'
We were all in the classroom five seconds later. Tom and I were told not to sit together, so we stood up. Mr Jones glared at us and put Frankito between us.
Halfway through a boring lecture in Rocks and Minerals and the wonders or science, (Wonders... hah.) a note was slipped into my hand.
'You were right. I should have just turned around and ran!
I chuckled to myself and wrote back,
Yeah well. We warned you, but they never listen.
I heard Frankito laugh to himself.
Can I hang out with you at lunch?
Go ahead. It's better than the alternative tables.
And what are the alternatives?
The anorexic cheerleader preppy bitchy you name it table... although I have to admit, cheerleading does take practise and stuff... their idea of lunch is a glass of water. Then there's the table where all the smart/handsome/athletic/asshole guys sit. And then there's us. :P
I dont know. The cheerleaders sound tempting.
I was about to write something else when the note was snatched from my desk. Mr Jones read it, and sent me and Frankito out in the hall.
"Wow. Touchy, eh?"
We talked and stuff for the rest of science, and when lunch came I introduced him to Natalie, Emily, Racha, Carlos, Sharmeen and everyone. Turns out he was actually a pretty cool kid, and he invited us all over to his house after school.
The rest of the day went by pretty slow, considering the teachers sat me next to the evil kids in my class once they found out I was having FUN near my friends.
Finally, school ended. Luckily, Racha had a cell phone, so we called our parents and asked for permission.
"Shouldn't you call your dad or mom or whatever?" Natalie asked Frankito.
"Nah, dad doesnt care."
"Know what? You look kinda like Tre Cool. And you have the same last name as him. That's freakin creepy..." Emily said, eyeing Frankito.
I jumped on Carlos's back and demanded he carry me the rest of the way.
"Oh yeah, sure, make me into the work horse."
"That's right, slave!" I said. "Onward!"
Frankito seemed a bit nervous. He was sweating a bit, and didnt really talk as if he was all there.
"Yo Frankito, you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just uh...I didnt tell you..."
We turned the corner and into the richer street. The houses were bigger than any other houses in our town.
"Wow. Your parents rich?" Racha asked.
"Yeah, dad is. He moved us to Canada because his business is movin' around, around here. Moved me here 'cause he wanted to be able to hang around with me while he worked. He asked my sister to come, but she didnt want to."
We came to the end of the street, and Frankito opened the door. He brought out some pop and chips and stuff, and an X-box, which was enough to keep any of us happy for five days. At least.
"Dad should be home soon. I think you guys'll like him. He's..."
But before he could finish what he was saying, the door slammed open.
"I'm ho-ome!" A cheery, familiar voice called.
"Hey dad, I have some friends over, that's okay right?"
"Friends already?"
When his dad came up the stairs, we nearly fell off the couch. Yeah, he was Tre Cool. Okay, so all the hints were there. I guess we just thought...you know. Nah... Right?
"Wow."
"You didnt tell them?" Tre asked.
"No... I didnt want to start a commotion."
"Okay then."
After we all introduced ourselves, and hung out for a while, Emily and Nat and I realized we still had band practise. Yeah, I didn't mention. We're in a band. Emily plays drums, Nat plays guitar, I do piano, bass, and vocals. We don't have a name yet though...
"We have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys!" I shouted, before leaving.
"Hey, Kris, do you guys wanna hang out tomorrow too?" Frankito called after us.
"Yeah, sure!" Nat cried, answering for all of us.
That night I wrote a song, and even though Em and Nat and I usually made the music together, I sat down at the piano and created something that started it all .
