Brown Slime Stories

Sophomores

Hi! I'm Madison De La Cruz. But you can call me Maddi. I'm fifteen years old and about to become a sophomore in high school. 

I'm so excited that I finally finished freshman year, and basically I've just been hanging out with my best friend Alba Castillo all summer long.

About me? Well, I'm Hispanic and I have medium tan skin. I have unique and special talents that nobody knows about, such as art, dancing, and singing—but most of all, I love playing soccer.

Today was my first day of sophomore year, so Alba met up with me before school at my house. My sisters Maria and Madeline, five and seven years old respectively, were playing in the backyard.

I have a LOT of sisters, by the way; six of them, as a matter of fact—I'm the oldest sister out of seven!

When we heard my dad coming back from the grocery store, Alba and I helped him out as we went outside to help him bring the groceries in.

"We can't be late for school, dad." I complained. "There's a new disciplinary system this year."

"I heard about that," Alba chimed in, "apparently it's something called... brown slime?"

"Brown slime?" My dad scratched his head curiously. "Are they calling it that because of the smell, or the look, or...maybe both?"

"I don't want to find out," I complained. "But I will if we're not on time!"

My dad chuckled a little and gave a reassuring smile.

"Alright," he gestured in the direction of the garage, "Well, since it's your first day, let me take you both in my car. You've got a set of spare clothes in your backpack in case you get slimed, right?"

"Absolutely, Dad! I'm all ready to go."

So, that was how Alba and I were going to start this year, going by car and being taken to school. Which was always nice—usually, we walked to school together and played music, and that was cool too.

When we got there, we were a few minutes early and went inside. There were still tons and tons of kids wandering around in the halls, probably getting their class lists and their schedules before class starts.

I opened my locker, which was a rather bland grayish color, and unloaded the books. Alba took the locker right beside mine like last time and set in all her stuff.

Pulling out my schedule, I saw it was the typical classes again; English, Math, Science, Art, Dance, Choir, PE and Spanish.

And it was off to English first. But at least I had it with Alba.

Mrs. Robertson was just a plain and boring teacher. She started off talking about herself.

"Some of you know me, I'm Mrs. Robertson," she said, "but you can call me Mrs. R."

Alba and I snickered. It sounded like something one of our teachers would say in elementary school.

"Now, before we begin class, I wanted to remind you all that there's a new disciplinary system this year."

"Oh no," I whispered to Alba. "More rules, more discipline, more do's and don'ts."

"All the rules are in your handbook," said Mrs. Robertson, "and you should've all gotten an email about the three words you aren't supposed to say in class..."

I felt so proud of myself for remembering this one, I just couldn't help myself.

My hand shot up into the air.

"You know what they are, Madison?" asked Mrs. Robertson.

"I don't know," I proclaimed, beaming proudly at my classmates while putting my hand down.