Mean Girls

Chapter 1

        "This is your lunch, ok? And I put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that." Thats my dad, as he is telling me about lunch at my new school he's holding the brown sack that holds my sandwich and money.

        "Remember your phone number? Well, I wrote it down for you just in case. Put it in your pocket, I don't want you to lose it." That's my mom, she's standing right next to my dad looking down on me like a six year old. My mom was beaming at me with wide, love-filled eyes.

       "Are you ready?" she asked with one of her over the top smiles. I replied with the same big grin and said, "I think so." 

        "It's Cady's big day!" said my dad as he pulled out a camera and snapped a quick photo of me and mom. I guess it's natural for parents to cry on their kid's first day of school, but this usually happens when the kid is five. Im 16 and until today, I was homeschooled. I know what you're thinking, 'homeschooled kids are freaks.' Or that we're weirdly religious or something. But my family's totaly normal. Except for the fact that both my parents are research zoologists, and we spent the last 12 years in Africa. I had a great life, but then my mom got offered a 10 year at Northbrook University. So it was goodbye Africa and hello highschool.

        We are all standing right across the street from the school now and my parents are waving wildly at me, smiling their goofy smiles. But the minute I turn around, I nearly get hit by one of the yellow school busses. A bus?! Highschool is gonna be harder than I thought.

        As I walk to the main enterence of the school I realize that everyone is in their own segragated groups, staring at me. I keep walking and get crowded and bumped into a lot. A football flies past my head and nearly hits me in the face but I stumble backwards in time. After regaining my balance, I continue walking past the crowds of people. Most students give me dirty looks or laugh at me. I quickly walk up the steps of the building and try my hardest not to be noticed and find my way around the school.

        I step into my first class and walk up to the most non-deadly person I see and say in cautious voice, "Hi, I don't know if anyone told you about me. I'm a new student here and my name is Cady Heron." She looked at my with a puzzled and disgusted look and said very rudely, "Talk to me again, and I'll kick your ass."

        Ok! So the first experience with making friends didn't go so well. Some kids laugh at me and I glare at them and start walking to one of the available desks, but a girl with messy jet-black hair stops me.

        "You don't want to sit there, Kristen Hadley's boyfriend is gonna sit there." And as if right on cue a scrawny, nerdy boy with super curly hair sits down at the desk I had planned on sitting at and immediately starts making out, front row, with the girl I attempted to talk to earlier. I give them both a disgusted look and walk to the next open desk. This time the chubby kid behind the black-haired girl motions 'no' with his hands and the the girl whispers to me, "He farts a lot!" She was talking about the boy right in front of the desk I almost sat and and tooted right then and gave me an innocent look. Yet again another grossed out expression appeared on my face. I'm feeling desperate by now and the way the two spectators are looking at me, doesn't really help.

        I keep walking blankly around the room looking for a place to sit, when suddenly I bump right into my teacher, Ms. Norbury. Who loses all control of the donuts she was carrying and spills her coffee all over her baby blue cardigan and glasses. I try my best to help her clean up and say, "I'm so sorry!" While the classroom is laughing in hysterics.

        "It's not you, I'm bad luck." She states in a fairly calm tone. which I'm very surprised by. I was expecting her to kill me right on the spot! She starts wiping off her shirt but shortly gives up and tries to pull it off, right as our principal is coming in the classroom. Sadly, the next thing that happens is life scarring, yet Ms. Norbury still keeps calm.

        "Ms. Norbury?" Mr. Duval asks in quite a shocked voice.

        "My t-shirt is stuck to my sweater, isn't it?" I look at my teacher who, at this point has her hands stuck in her shirt over her head showing only her bra. I help her pull down her t-shirt while she mutters "fantastic" in a tone of voice that is just dripping in sarcasm that I never would have expected a teacher to use.

        Mr. Duval eventually breaks the silence by talking to the class. "Well I just wanted to let you all know that we have a new student joining us, she just moved here all the way from Africa." I knew he was talking about me, and I was standing right in front of the class, but for some reason, everyone turned their heads to the black girl in the Bahamian outfit in the middle of the class.

        "Welcome!" Exclaimed Ms. Norbury to the now confused girl. She was looking around the class for the new student but when she realized everyone was looking at her she said, "I'm from Michigan" in a puzzled voice. "Great!" Ms. Norbury added with sarcasm yet again. Mr. Duval pulled out a piece of paper and said, "Her name is Cady, Cady Heron." And looked around the room. Of course he pronounced it that way. Everyone does. It's supposed to be pronounced like Katy with a 'k.'

        "Where are you Cady?" He said it again, the same annoying way.  "Thats me" I said with a smile. "It's pronounced like Katy."

I said a little too happily. "My apologies." Said Mr. Duval.

        "Well welcome Cady, and thank you Mr. Duval." Said Ms. Norbury, obviously uncomfortable in her coffee drenched clothes. "Good day everybody." Said our principal as he left the classroom to go back to his office.