Catching Up [on hold]

Raced

I never expected to see my friends race toward someone new. I also never expected to see my best friend leave me on the first day of school. I heard from my big sister that middle school is a part where you start to feel everything's wrong. I never actually believe her, but now I'm wondering that what she was saying was actually right.

"Hey gal, are you this new Abby?", Martin asked her.

"Hello there, and yes I'm Abby, Abigail Hamilton," she said with the sweetest smile she could give (well at least I think she pushed it).

"Is it true that your IQ's 143?", Kate asked admiringly. "Oh, how on earth did you find out about my IQ? Well, yes. It's 143," she smiled.

My best friend Leo showed up. I raised my hand to gesture him to sit beside me, but guess what, he ignored me and hurried to the crowd of people gathering that-girl-Abby noisily asking questions. I sighed. I frowned. I went out of the class, sick of the view.

I looked over to the next class. Some of my old classmates were there. I walked in. Everybody looked at me with awe or hatred I don't understand, so I simply said, "H-hey guys! What's up?", stammering. They just went back to their business.

I walked over to Carey. At least this one person was smiling at me. She used to be my close friend.

"Hey, you look pretty with your hair tied up like that . Love your bracelet. Your earrings are cool," she said quickly with one breath.

"Hey, thanks. How have you been doing?", I asked.

"Oh, fine, just fine. A little busy watching fashion shows here and there,"she said rapidly again.

Suddenly a booming laughter came from my class. Our classes are divided by gypsum, not real walls, so a bunch of big, booming laughter could be heard as clear as glass.

"Whoa, what is going on in there. Did you open a zoo?" Carey joked.

"Hahaha, sure I did. No, I bet it's that new girl called Abby. People suddenly swarmed over her," I said plainly.

Carey gasped,"What do you mean? She's here already? Why didn't you tell me?! Hey guys, she was here all long! Come on!", they raced out.

Whoa. I needed to gape for air. What is this thing about? What's so cool about a 143 IQ? And moreover, WHO IS THIS ABIGAIL HAMILTON? Whatever the answer is, me, Ashleigh Ripley, should understand, that it's either I feel raced, I really am raced, or she came to race me up.

Feeling crumpled, I went outside of Class 7B and walked around the level. My class is on the 5th floor. The classes in that floor are 7A & B, 8A & B & C, and 9A & B. I passed Class 8 and then Class 9. Just as I passed a class 9A, someone called me, "Hey, Ashleigh gal!". I looked back, and saw Matt walk out from Class 9A.

"What's up, yo? You seem soul-less. Perfectly zombie-like,", he laughed.

"Matt, you will perfectly make my day," I said looking at the floor again.

Matt is basically one of my brother's close friend, although my brother is in senior high, they meet at basketball or football or dance club at school (my oldest brother that is. He isn't really close to the second oldest although they're the same age). Yes, my brother and Matt break dance. Matt likes to tease me almost every time he sees me.

All my girl friends think he's adorable, cool, and all that, so they get jealous if he gets close to me. He walked along with me to my class. Usually, when he shows up, my girl friends swarm outside trying to be all nice with me while flicking their hair to get Matt's attention. I get sick of it, but today, I was actually hoping for it. But things never go your way, and they shouldn't, so you could guess. Yup, they didn't even take a glance to the window.