Billie, its either 1988 or 2006, chapter 1
"Already Monday?" Chelsea said, hitting her alarm off of her alarm clock. She hated the noise that it made, she intended on getting a new one. She drug herself into the bathroom, seems how the only thing that gets her ready every morning is her conscious. She did her usual routine: Brushed her teeth and threw back her curly hair. She didn't need make-up, she was naturally beautiful. Everybody at school repeatedly told her that she would be much better off with being preppy and that she would be more popular at school instead of being almost invisable, but all that did was make her more proud and more sure of who she was, and who she was growing up to be. She walked into school with a negative attitude as usual. She wanted to drop out of school and manage to become something without it, but she knew that wasn't possible of happening unless she magically married a rockstar or somebody with alot of dough.
"Hey, whats up Ella?" Ella was her only friend. She was just like Chelsea, wanting to do her own thing and thinking that school was a waste also.
"I'm fine, here and there you know?"
"Your not hurting yourself anymore are you Ell?"
"Chels, you know that I'm fully over that."
Chelsea had been Ella's best friend since they were little kids. Now they are all grown up in High School trying to get over the bumps in life. Chelsea could see the pain in Ella's eyes, but didn't want to make things worse so she just let it go. She wasn't sure if she was being a good friend or not, but she wansn't sure of alot of things. Chelsea ran upstairs before she was late again. She didn't want another detention.
The bell rang as soon as Chelsea entered the room. She shut the door with her back to the class, then turned around hoping that the teacher would spare her a penilty. "I'm sorry for being late Mrs......" Chelsea looked around the dull quiet boring room. She couldn't beleive her eyes. Everything was black and white and all the students were diffrent people. Chelsea put her hand back on the knob, hoping that no one would notice her escape.
"Mrs. Fender, take a seat, you are in this class."
I re-heard the name in my head over and over again. Chelsea Fender. "That is me, but how can I get stuck in a class like this?"
"Take a seat next to Mr. Armstrong. Billie, raise your hand so that Chelsea can know where to sit." I looked around for the raised hand, but no one put their hand up. "It's in the far left corner all the way in the back Chelsea."
I walked over without any books, seems how I would be really late if I attempted to get them. At this rate, I wouldn't even know if I had the right book!
I sat down next to a guy with 80's hair, a fitted lether jacket on, and converse for shoes. He looked like he really didn't want to be here either. Just then he put his hand in the air.
"Do you have a question Mr. Armstrong?"
"Nope, just showing the new girl here who I am."
God, this can't get any worse. I'm in a weird class room full of people that I don't know, and now I'm sitting next to an ass.
"Class, get out your Agendas and write down your assignment for tomorrow. I took out a loose sheet of paper to write it down.
"Mrs. Buchs, what is the date?"
"It is November 11th 1988."
I wrote down the date and laughed to myself as I erased the year.
"I think you have the date wrong Mrs. Buchs, it's 2006."
The whole call filled with laughter, but Billie Joe studyed me like he believed me.
"Hun, 2006 is 18 years away."
What is happening? I need to get out of here!
"Hey, whats up Ella?" Ella was her only friend. She was just like Chelsea, wanting to do her own thing and thinking that school was a waste also.
"I'm fine, here and there you know?"
"Your not hurting yourself anymore are you Ell?"
"Chels, you know that I'm fully over that."
Chelsea had been Ella's best friend since they were little kids. Now they are all grown up in High School trying to get over the bumps in life. Chelsea could see the pain in Ella's eyes, but didn't want to make things worse so she just let it go. She wasn't sure if she was being a good friend or not, but she wansn't sure of alot of things. Chelsea ran upstairs before she was late again. She didn't want another detention.
The bell rang as soon as Chelsea entered the room. She shut the door with her back to the class, then turned around hoping that the teacher would spare her a penilty. "I'm sorry for being late Mrs......" Chelsea looked around the dull quiet boring room. She couldn't beleive her eyes. Everything was black and white and all the students were diffrent people. Chelsea put her hand back on the knob, hoping that no one would notice her escape.
"Mrs. Fender, take a seat, you are in this class."
I re-heard the name in my head over and over again. Chelsea Fender. "That is me, but how can I get stuck in a class like this?"
"Take a seat next to Mr. Armstrong. Billie, raise your hand so that Chelsea can know where to sit." I looked around for the raised hand, but no one put their hand up. "It's in the far left corner all the way in the back Chelsea."
I walked over without any books, seems how I would be really late if I attempted to get them. At this rate, I wouldn't even know if I had the right book!
I sat down next to a guy with 80's hair, a fitted lether jacket on, and converse for shoes. He looked like he really didn't want to be here either. Just then he put his hand in the air.
"Do you have a question Mr. Armstrong?"
"Nope, just showing the new girl here who I am."
God, this can't get any worse. I'm in a weird class room full of people that I don't know, and now I'm sitting next to an ass.
"Class, get out your Agendas and write down your assignment for tomorrow. I took out a loose sheet of paper to write it down.
"Mrs. Buchs, what is the date?"
"It is November 11th 1988."
I wrote down the date and laughed to myself as I erased the year.
"I think you have the date wrong Mrs. Buchs, it's 2006."
The whole call filled with laughter, but Billie Joe studyed me like he believed me.
"Hun, 2006 is 18 years away."
What is happening? I need to get out of here!
