The Fruit Speakers

Old School, New Year

Girl Side:

It is another day at Rise Academy Prep, it was the second week of the school year and everyone was settled down. Friends got back together in their little groups, on and off relationships were automatically put back to on and people started to claim their ground. Old enemies reconciled and left the situation at that, except for Kathy and Paisley. I don't think anyone can get them back to being the unbreakable friends that they were. Both state that each other's actions were so horrible that it is unforgiveable, but no one really understands what happened, except for those two.

Anyway I was glad to be back to RAP (Rise Academy Prep), to smell freshly new-carpeted floors, to see the now new navy blue lockers, which were bigger and taller than those lame, bended, red lockers we had for the past 10 years. Classrooms changed locas, new teachers were noticed and welcomed greatly, kids started to have their classes off head, and names and locker combos were being memorized. My friends and I were waltzing the halls as if we ran the whole place, helping new students and backing off the now seniors with those vicious, poison coated glances, they gave to everyone that they passed by. There's the saying that says power gets to peoples head and makes them do crazy things to preserve it and that's what the seniors did, smart recalls, flashing off their so-called beauty, and the pushing of the weaker grades, especially the firsthand freshmen, which I was a part of. Oh, the trails and tribulations we are going to face, some of us already sick and tired of it, while others put their chins up in hope and know it won't stop.

Nonetheless, I loved all my class, like ALL MY CLASSES. I found all of them intriguing though some that I preferred more than others were on an A and B day schedule, having three main classes everyday then two or three elective class every other day. UGH THE STRESS! As I was saying Journal, school, classes, friends, kids all going well.

Wait Journal, have you ever wondered why I call you Journal? I mean I know you can't actually think but I like to see you as a person, like my mother who I can go to and tell stuff and instead of have a bunch of confusing answers and responds back like Google. I can sit and think over what I have done or think with you. Well besides that fact, I call you Journal because I don't want to contribute to the stupid stereotype about girls only having Dairies, boys too have little notebooks in which they too write their thoughts in, just that they don't admit that they do but I know they do. So that's it really, that's why you're called Journal and I hope you like that name, cuz I have no others for you.

Continuing what I was saying, the school year is going great! I love it, love it, love it!!! Now you know Journal that I like to save fruits after lunch cuz on the bus I get really hungry (I don't know why but I just do), so I was on the bus eating an small red apple (and it was good) (P.S. This was two days ago) then this boy on the bus next to mine (not really mine but you get the point!?), seating in the same row as me, saw me eating my apple and signaled if I had another. I looked at him and was a bit confused but got the message.

~~Note that was my only apple the only other thing I had was a small blood orange~~

I raised the orange out of my backpack and showed him, he signaled to give it to him, I shrugged my shoulders cuz how am I to give someone an orange through a bus, its not like I have teleporting powers, in which where I can teleport over to him and back to my bus (cuz if I did then I think I won't need to ride the bus, I would just teleport anywhere I would want to). He opened his window and however this time passed, I started wondering why we weren't moving, turns out there was an accident up ahead and some police, ambulances, and fire trunks passed by. I opened my window as well, he then stretched out his arm gently, I copied also in the same sluggish manner with the orange still at hand. I felt a tug on my hand and released it; I touched his hand faintly, they were soft petals compared to my rough masculine hands, we both drew our arms back into the bus, I was lucky to not get caught cuz my bus-driver was focused on the cars ahead of us but the boys driver got him, after the driver gave his warning, the boy started to peel his orange. I felt virtuous as if I had done the best thing I could do for someone, I felt like I should have gotten a Nobel award because of what I did, share.