Lost in School

Chapter 1: Get back here!

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"Get back here Jaquavion! You thief!" I yelled at my little brother.

"Come and get me, Tamika!" He yelled back at me.

"Give me my diary, you little piece of caca! Uhhh! I HATE YOU!" I gasped, the word "Hate" isn't allowed in my house. "Uhh I mean don't like you!" I tried to save myself but it was too late.

My 6-year-old brother started to tear up. "Mama! Tamika used the word on me!"

"Tamika can't you take care of your brother. I'm stressed. You know I'm expecting!" My mom said.

"But mama, he stole my diary! He's gonna read it out loud!" I whined.

"Oh, so you're keeping secrets from us now! Quavion read her diary!" My mama ordered.

"Ok, mama," Quavion said. He started reading my diary in a high-pitched voice, nothing what I sound like(He has a high voice). "Dear Diary, It was the first day of my 8th grade school year. I go to Don Valley Middle School. I met a really funny, nice, and cute boy named Andre (Dre). I knew right when I saw him I liked him. He had a fade, with some waves going along with it. He was black. He has deep, brown eyes. I also met my friend Abayomi, and these 4 other girls named Madysen, Nia, Aiko, and Valeria. You probably guessed they're the popular girls. People call them "The Group." All the girls want to be friends with them. All the guys like them. It's crazy! That's all I have for today, Diary bye! September 9th." Quavion deviously looked at me.

I covered my face in shame and I ran up to my room, opened my window, and I jumped out onto the roof. It was cold, so I went back to my room to look for my sweater. It wasn't there.

Then I remembered that I had left it at school. I was just lying on the floor, for nearly an hour straight, when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and I opened the door. There, standing in front of me, was Dre. "Hi D-Dre," I said, stuttering. I could feel my face getting hot.

"Hey, Tamika," Dre said. "You forgot your sweater at school, so I brought it to you."

"Th-thanks, Dre," I said.

"Are you okay? You keep stuttering?" Dre implied.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered.

"Before I leave, can I get your number? I think you're cool." Dre asked.

"Sure!" I said, not trying to sound too anxious and excited. I took my iPhone out of my pocket. I told Dre my number and Dre told me his.

"Well, see you at school." He said.

"You too!" I responded.

Then Dre closed the door and walked away. I spun around in excitement and I put my sweater on and walked back to my room. I then opened the window and climbed onto the roof.

I couldn't believe that Dre Johnson, the most adorable(and fine with a capital "F") guy in all of the 8th grade has talked to me. It feels like a dream. Why would anyone talk to shy, insecure, ugly, nerdy, glasses-wearing, sensitive, but feisty, me? I have no idea. All I hope is that this isn't too good to be true.

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"RRrrrrrRrrRrrRrRRrrrRrRRrrRrrRRRRrrrRRrrrRRriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinNnnnNNnnNnNnnnNnNNnnnGgGgggGgGggGGggGgggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The bell sang.

The second day of school. I rushed down the stairs, and through the hallway to my next class. I checked on my schedule, "MATH PERIOD 3 - 8TH GRADE" It read. I rushed down the hallway to my class, and for some reason, I couldn't find my classroom.

"Room 128, Room 128!" I thought to myself. All the clanging of the lockers and chattering of students and faculty members was just too much. TOO MUCH.

I was lost! The class started at 10:00. I checked my Apple Watch. 10:04! I finally found the class and rushed in. When the door slammed behind me, everyone immediately looked up at me with a look. They sneered. Do you know that look where people look at you in disappointment? That was the look. Everyone went back to work. My teacher, Ms. Simmons, said, "Well, now that Ms. Davis is here, we can all start!" with a pang of disappointment and sarcasm in her voice. I slunk down in my seat. This day was bad already.

"Okay students, now, what is 18x - 9x-(12+6)9?" Everyone's mouth dropped on the floor.

"9x -162 is the answer! Or 9x-18!" I blurted out. Everyone snickered. I regretted what I did. Why do I have to make it seem like I like school and I'm the biggest nerd there is? Ugh!!!

"Woooooooooow, look at that," Madysen sneered, sarcastically clapping. "Tamika is so smart!" I felt really bad and felt the tears coming to my eyes. "Ms. Simmons, may I go to the bathroom?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Look at that, she even says, 'May I go to the bathroom?' !" Madysen exclaimed.

"Yes, you may go to the bathroom, Tamika," Ms. Simmons tirelessly replied. "And Madysen, focus on your work instead of others." Madysen shut up at that.

I quickly rushed out, to the nearest bathroom I could find. I sat in there and started crying. I was ugly crying in the stalls while blaming myself. "If only I was popular!" I screamed in my head. Suddenly, the door opened and closed. I peeked out but no one was there. I went to wash my hands and before I knew it, Madysen and Valeria had spilled water on my shirt and groin area.

They stormed out in laughter. I looked in the mirror. I would have to get back in class in at least 2 - 3 minutes, or the teacher would get suspicious. I knew I couldn't fix this, so I wiped all I could off my shirt and groin, with the bathroom paper towels, and put on a jacket to cover myself.

"If only I was cool," I pondered. "This never would happen, and maybe, just maybe, I could have a chance with Andre." I had had enough.

"TODAY, I WILL TRANSFORM MYSELF, AND BE A NEW, COOLER, AND BETTER, Tamika!!!!"

"CreakkKkkkkkkKkkkkKkkkKkKKkkKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Goes a stall door

"I don't know what all that talk was about, but, yOu Go, gIrL!!!! HaTeRs gOnnA HaTe!!!!!!" Says some second/second year (7th grader) named Julie. Then she walked out.

Anyways, TONIGHT, I WILL TRANSFORM MYSELF, AND BE A NEW, COOLER, AND BETTER, Tamika!!!!