Little Lynch

Elly

I was lucky to be able to get into grade 5, since I haven't been at school before. I was homeschooled until 2nd or 3rd grade, but then I moved in with my siblings and we weren't able to continue. Since we were away so much, we figured 'why bother, she'll miss enough to be behind anyways." But I guess everyone changed their minds (except me, but I don't really have a say) and now I'm going to school.

I walk off the bus and follow the students to the front doors. They were all pushing and shoving to get inside. I couldn't wrap my head around why, who would want to get to school before everyone else? Now that's a race I DON'T want to win. But I eventually had to join in because I wasn't getting in any other way. So I got shoved inside. I walked only a few steps and came to the front office. I thought that it might be a good place to start, especially because I had no idea where I was going, or even what my teacher's name was. I pushed open the doors and walked up to the desk.

"Hi. I'm Rosannah Lynch. I'm new here. Can you help me find where I need to go?" I had practiced this speech about a million times, and I expected it to come out wrong. It didn't, but it was a whisper. I guess the lady behind the desk heard me anyways because she pulled out a sheet of paper and moved her fingers across, then down.

"Ah, yes. You are with Dylan!"

"Huh?" A kid asked, I assumed it was Dylan.

"Can you take her to your class? She's in it too."

"Um, yeah sure. Ms. Williams?"

"Yeah, she's your teacher. Right?"

"Right," said Dylan, his mouth full. What was he eating? He waved me over and we walked out the door.

"Look what I stole from my brother's room!" he said, opening his backpack to reveal probably about 10 chocolate bars.

"Whoa..." I said. I wanted some!

"Pretty cool, right? I don't know where he got them, but I don't really care because they're mine now." I nodded. "Hey, what happened to your foot?" he asked, motioning towards my plaster.

"Oh, um. Right. My older brother tackled me while playing American football and I broke my ankle."

"Oh. That sucks. And it's not American football, it's just football."

"No, because football is soccer."

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, how old's your brother? Is he our age, because that'd be pretty cool, he could join the football team!"

"No, he's older."

"Well, he could still join. How old is he?"

Great, the dreaded question in only the first five minutes of school. I would go through the ages, hopefully he wouldn't recognize them.

"24, 22, 21, 19, 18."

"Whoa, that's a lot of brothers. I could barely survive two, and I'm a boy as well! Got any sisters?"

"Yeah, one. She's 22 also."

"Sweet. She pretty?"

"Ew! Yeah, but she has a boyfriend!"

"Oh well. I have a girlfriend but I could use another pretty girl in my life."

I laughed. A girlfriend in 5th grade?

"What are you laughing at? That's her, right there. I'm not joking, go ask her!"

Wow. She was gorgeous! She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair and a perfect nose. Her eyes were light blue and it was all... completely obvious. I would be that new kid that never made friends, who shut everyone else out, and here she was, probably just as nice and social as I was, but she had friends because she was pretty. It wasn't fair. But I had no time to feel sorry for myself because who did I see walking down the hall? Kyle!