Singer's City (Original text)

Gym and Social Studies

Next I had PhysEd, which I dreaded. It's not that I wasn't in shape, or wasn't strong. It's that people acted like it was the Olympics. Like, chill, ok? Mr. Coma, as he called himself (what an assuring name), had a black bandanna around his head, matching the rest of his black outfit. It was basically the same as always, however few times I'd seen it.
"Line it up, you beech nuts. Getting our resting seats and then 20 push-ups with you." Everyone silently lined up by the stage which was one end of the gym. We were each assigned a seat on the floor.
Suddenly, he laughed. I looked around. Everyone had a comically sober expression. I cracked a grin. "Did you really think I'm that cruel? Nah, that comes later. Free time for the time being." Everyone cheered and started running around and causing general havoc as music familiar to me made the floor vibrate slightly, mixing with the pounding footsteps of the other students. I walked up to the teacher.
"So should I call you Mr. Coma, Mr. Mora, or Chris?" I asked, jokingly. He punched my shoulder, smiling.
"Mr. Mora or Mr. Coma, whatever. No one needs to know about Jinxxey bein my friend." He winked. Jinxx was the headmaster at my orphanage.
The bell rang. Next, we had Social Studies, where I knew the teacher, too.

The same music as was playing in gym was here, too. Mr. Biersack, or Sack o' Beer, as I insistently called him, sat behind his desk with a smile that could ruin a girl. Sometimes he would sing or scream to the music, being that it was his. I had had no idea that they had recorded so much.
"SIT YOUR BUTTS DOWN," He yelled at us. We sat our butts down. He rubbed his temple. "Sorry, the last class got me pissed- Oh holy crap. So we have Epril. DON'T YOU DARE-"
"Ok, Mr. Sack o' Beer." I grinned maliciously. He let out an exaggerated "Nooooo!" Everyone laughed. Some idiot cackled like a hyena. Everyone stared at him.
"Well then, that's more to get used to. At least I've met Eppy a few times. Now..." He shuffled through papers. "I don't think you've met each other." Everyone shook their heads.
He made us line up on two sides of a line of masking tape on the floor. He would ask us a series of questions, and if it applied to us, we were to step on the line.
"Who here has a pet?" Most people stepped on the line. So did I. I had a little brother, didn't I? Mr. Biersack raised his eyebrows. "OTHER than a little brother." I stepped back. We went through a few more.
"Who doesn't live with both birth parents?" I stepped onto the line, along with about 7 other people.
"No birth parents?" He choked out. I was the only one remaining on the line. A hush fell over the room. My legs trembled slightly. I tried to raise my chin, but my neck felt stuck in place. A tear got past my barriers and got about halfway down my cheek.
Despite my tough girl act, I really did miss my parents. How my mom used to cook, the way my dad could always make me laugh. My brother had been a much happier baby. Strangers scared him.
Just then, the bell rang. There were a few whispers, but i couldn't comprehend. My vision was blurry and everything was like in a dream as I hugged my stuff to my chest. Luckily, next was lunch. I ran to my locker and unloaded. I took the meager lunch I had packed to myself that morning and walked to the lunchroom.