• Ch. 2: The New Girl

    I straggled along as the bus reached the destination. School. I was the last one off. I watched as the bus seemed to zoom away, as if it was finally free of its burden. I wish I was.
    I stared at my boots as I trudged along the halls, my rusty hair covering my eyes. I did not look up until I reached the locker I was assigned to. I twirled the combo lock, pulled it open and opened my locker. All the lockers were bright blue, and were those long ones you'd expect in middle school and high school. They were big enough to hold two puffy jackets, a hiker's backpack and 6 textbooks, and maybe have room for a memo pad behind the door under the little mirror. I had one.
    I got out my time table. I groaned. Math, my worst subject was first. I bet I know what you are thinking. If I am in elementary school, why do I have this locker and timetable and different teachers for each class? Well, my school's experiment with different teaching styles, and that includes preparing us for middle school. Last year it was different subject teachers, same room: the teacher comes to teach us. This year it is, we go to the teacher.
    Grabbing my math textbook, I started walking to homeroom. No, my homeroom was not math, it's just that we have 15 min. of homeroom at the start of each day. And I wanted to be prepared.
    "Heeey."
    I turned around, expecting to see one of my many enemies, ready to hurl a tomato in my face or something like that. Instead, I saw this girl my age, whom I have never seen before. She had shoulder length pale brown hair in a slightly crooked ponytail and jade green eyes, and wore slim blue glasses, a simple white teeshirt with a deep red heart on it, black zip up sweater and jeans, and cleanish white sneakers . She was skinny and could probably be easily overlooked, like me, I thought. What does she want?
    "Heyy." She said again. " Uh, where's like the math class room?"
    Just that moment the bell rang, and the girl hastily gathered herself up, uttered a Never mind, and rushed to where she thought the math classroom was. Probably new. I shrugged, gathering myself up and heading to homeroom. who cares? She will end up like all the others. Hating me and stuff.