The Traveling Diary

7

Chapter 7: Hi, It's Stacey...I am now using Abby's journal for a while until I get used to my new life. I am so mad but maybe I will meet new people. I am updating Abby every day after school to tell her how it is going...

Day 1: School

I am so nervous about going to school. I will be writing to you whenever I can. Here I go...

I walked onto the hard, bitter cement and saw the sign that read "BUS STOPS HERE" in bold lettering. I let a tear drop from my eye. Abby was always less sensitive than me...Oh no, the bus is here. I will write on the bus. -Stacey

The bus ride is so weird. It is a white bus like you see in the city. I feel the soft leather seats on my jean skirt. My blonde curly hair was crushed by the cushion. I was alone in the back seats. The three seater back seat was empty...I felt terrified as if I was a ghost in Smarty School. It reminded me of the movie Abby and I watched. I courageously held back tears fighting to break free.

The school was as cocky and intimidating as I had expected, not to mention the students. "Look, the new girl. I hear her name's Tracey." I heard a girl whisper behind my back. She wore her hair in a high ponytail and wore a pink mini dress. I tried to ignore the comment, but walked towards them instead.

"Um, its Stacey, not Tracey...What's your names?" I was being too nice.

"Yah...cool. I'm Macie. And she's Tina," ponytail girl snapped at me and her mini-skirt-pink bubble gum. I just ignored them and walked away to my seat. Well; actually I didn't know where my seat was, so I had to ask someone.

"Excuse me, where is my seat?" I asked our teacher, Ms. Carter.

"Stacey Monroe, correct?" She asked me. I smiled. Somebody gets my name right. "Okay. Everyone please take your seats. I have somebody that would love to meet you." She announced to the whole class. I knew it fit then that she was talking about me.

Never let the teacher greet you by putting you in the front of the class. It is the worst kind of treatment. Most of the time, you're known as the "Teacher's Pet".

Anyway, she continued. Ms. Carter wrapped her arms around my back to reach my shoulders. Basically resting her arms on my shoulders.

"This is Stacey Annabelle-Lynn Monroe. She is from New Jersey and is just getting used to the city life here in New York. Her mother's job forced them to leave their home and friends. Now we all welcome her here at our school. It is tough in the middle of the year to be starting out, but she looks intelligent, and will be just fine. Everyone say hello to Stacey."

They all waved. Regular. People. Just. Like. Me. Right? I waved.

"Now. What two people would like to give Stacey a tour around the building?" Everyone raised their hand. Only to get out of class, I thought.

"Alright. Justin and oh! How about Kimberly?" She picked. Of course.

Kimberly had dark straight hair. She was not too tall or too short and was skinny. Justin was the same height with brown hair and green eyes. He was cute. ;)

"So here's the gym. We always play new games in here." Justin says. His voice was clear and soft. I was liking him. My first new friend here. We passed the gym after meeting our gym teacher, Mr. Richard.

"Here's the art room. We always do fun art projects in here. Last week we all painted a huge painting. It is over in the hall." Kimberly told me. I was amazed. They were nice to me. I had friends. It was my first day of school and I had best friends, and enemies. As I walked along past the music room, the art room, the gym, and everything else, I realized. They knew everything about me, but I knew no more about them.