Honestly, I don't really mind being called a nerd.
You could call me geek, smartass, whatever. But do NOT call me a dork! I don't know why, but the term 'dork' really irritates me. The last time someone called me dork, I think they ended up in the hospital. But I swear, it was nothing illegal! Cross my heart and hope to die!
Today, my best friend Mika and I were hanging out at my locker. "I heard a cute new boy just transferred here!" Mika says dreamily, clutching her books. "Oh yeah, Vanessa was talking about him nonstop during Science. 'He's so hot!' 'I think he likes me!' 'I bet he's SUPER rich!'" I try to imitate Vanessa's girly-bossy voice. "She may be popular, but I bet she couldn't go one day without makeup. Probably not even an hour!" I laugh. "Nerd much?" I hear a voice behind me. "Vanessa." Mika mutters. "That's right, Japanese girl. By the way, did you guys look in the mirror this morning? You look like animals!" The rest of her team snickers. "Yes. Peacocks." I shot back. Mika fist bumps me from behind. Troy, one of the guys in the Snooty Six -aka popular babes- says, "Well we would be Flamingos plus ten, because our outfits and style is ON POINT!" Mason, another dude from the team, hi-fives Troy. I roll my eyes at the level of stupidity in that statement, and also the fact that Selena was kissing her teddy bear. "We would love to stick around more, but we gotta get to our classes. Unlike SOME people, who show up ten minutes late!" Mika grabs my arm and drags me to our next class, Music. We go into the Instrument room and I grab Clarinet 4 and Mika gets Flute 11. "Oh great, Miss Kiss-The-Teddy-Bear is here." Mika nods her head to the entrance of Selena, who's carrying two more stuffed animals. I have to admit, Selena is probably the nicest one out of all the six. She's never really been mean to us, except maybe that one time I got annoyed and stole her stuffed elephant. Yeah, it's best if you don't know. "Students, please put your instruments back. We will be doing something different today. Except for trumpets and clarinets, they can stay." The music teacher, Mr. Daniels ordered. "The people who don't have an instrument, please form a line at the front of the room." We just stay here while the rest go to the front of the room. "What are we doing, Mr. Daniels?" A girl who plays the piano asks. "We'll be singing today!" He claps his hands in excitement. The boy beside me, Noah muttered, "Second grade wants its activities back," "Girls will be soprano, and Boys will be alto." Mr. Daniels continues. He hands the student at the front of the line a piece of paper. "The rest of you, play Can you Feel the Love Tonight from The Lion King." We just shrug and start playing. Mika is probably doing the best so far, because she's totally hitting those high notes. When we finished, they harmonized pretty well! Mr. Daniels must've thought so too, because he started clapping his hands off. "Bravo! Bravo!" Suddenly, Mr. Daniels tensed up. His face turned pale, and he was breathing heavily. Red spots started to appear. "Someone call 911!" Piano girl screams. Then, he collapsed to the ground. "I got this." Parker says, whipping out a cell phone. Five minutes later, an ambulance appeared outside. A paramedic bursts in the door. "What happened?" "Our music teacher started getting really weird and stuff, and then he just fell to the ground!" Noah explains. They carry Mr. Daniels onto the stretcher. "What is the meaning of this?!" Our principal, Mrs. Alia, came running into the room. The paramedics explain to her. While they are talking, Selena whispers to me, "I think Mr. Daniels had an allergy or something." "Wait, didn't he say he was allergic to spiders at the beginning of the year?" Drummer boy Danny points out. Just then, I spotted a spider. On Mika's back.
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RomanceWill Jessie make it through eighth grade being the biggest dork in middle school? Is oh-so-popular Vanessa Silvers going to win the crown for Prom the third time in a row? Find out in this dramatic, funny story. Contains mature language.