Corray De Lor

Ian Chester

                                                                 Ian

I was sure I set my alarm clock for six o’clock. Instead I woke up ten minutes before class starts. I didn’t even bother to wake up Darcy.

I quickly got dressed into my uniform and rushed downstairs. Clare was already washing dishes. Sadly, I didn’t have time to get any food and there was none left so I ran outside the school house.

I saw Darcy roll out of the house two minutes later. He looked angry and his hair was all over the place. I would’ve enjoyed my first walk to school of the year if I didn’t wake up so late.

Everyone was rushing to class and slamming their lockers shut. I put my books in the locker and went on to English.

Miss Welles scolded me for being late and blah, blah, blah.

“You’re a sophomore now, Mr. Chester. You can at least try to be on time.”

The geeks all sat near each other and stared at me as though I was the sequel to their least favorite comic book.

Then Darcy strolled in but Miss Welles didn’t say anything about his lateness. Totally unfair.

Everyone knows that Miss Welles reads super loud. Like she needs to make sure even the kids in the back can hear perfectly. So it’s the ideal time to send a mass text. I was the first to see Ginny Richardson texting behind her desk while her eyes were on Miss Welles.

Then underneath the piercing voice of the English Teacher, everyone’s phone beeped, rang and buzzed.

I slowly pulled my phone out from my uniform jacket.

Who remembers bong girl? The text read.

I looked across the room at Gwen. Her face was bright red. Everyone started to giggle and look at Gwen. Miss Welles stopped reading and stared at everyone.

“I thought I could trust you all since you’re older.” Miss Welles said picking up a cardboard box.

“But it looks like you’re the same freshmen I taught last year. Everyone, phones please.”

Everyone groaned and put their phones in the box.

Gwen covered her face with her hands.

“Miss Calber, are you not feeling well?” Miss Welles asked. Gwen’s head shot up.

“No, I’m fine.”

Miss Welles started to write on the board. Ginny looked bored without her phone. She finally glanced at me and I gave her a scowl. She rolled her eyes and looked at her fingernails.

I hope as soon as everyone leaves the classroom they’ll forget about the text.

As I walk to my locker I see Alex dragging Ginny Richardson into the bathroom and she looks mad.