Total Drama Academy

Chapter 2 - Tattle Tails

Heather POV

"Hey Heather!" I hear someone say behind me. I automatically recognize the mexican idiot and roll my eyes. "My dear, you'll be late for class if you don't speed up." Alejandro adds, speeding up until he's next to me. I ignore. As I'm almost at my locker, he's speaking again.
"You look nice."
I turn around. "Thanks?" I say with an attitude.
"Really. You look great." He adds.
I blush. I wonder if my cheeks are red, but he already had that covered.
"You are turning red. What's wrong?" Alejandeo asks.
I smile, but he doesn't realize because my face is to my locker. He shrugs and walks away. I giggle and blush.
Hey, what can I say. He's been my crush for a long time. No judging!
Trent POV -
As I look at the bulletin board, I'm cheered up for the day because I see that Gwen is in my second class - English. I am just hoping I get a seat next to her.
I walk into English class and scan the room for Gwen. Not here yet. All I see is Katie & Sadie, who are giggling on their phones, Heather, who looks red as a strawberry, and Noah in the corner with his face in a book. I take a seat in the 3rd row, not too far back but not close up front. I'm about to organize my Wnglish textbook when I see the pretty goth girl I was waiting for walk inside the room.
"Gwen! Over here!" I scream. I stick my hand in the air and wave. She glances over at me, but steps away to reveal a green mohawked trouble maker. They're talking and laughing, and they take a seat in the back row. I was ready to get up and move next to her, but everybody piled in the classroom along with the teacher and Class had started.
The fact that Duncan was hanginf out with Gwen was weird because I was informed that Duncan got detention because of her. I turn around and glance at Gwen, who isn't in her seat. Neither is trouble making Duncan. I wonder where they are.
"Pull out your textbooks and read from page 1 to page 27," The teacher instructs. I sign as I open up the 500 paged book. As I'm about to read the 27 pages, I hear giggling.
Duncan and Gwen are in the corner making spitballs! I watch Gwen load a straw and she shoots. The spitty ball hits me and she doesn't even care! That's it. I raise my hand, and the teacher silently walks over to me.
"Duncan and Gwen are in the corner shooting spitballs," I whisper so she can't hear me tattling.
"Duncan and who are in the corner shooting spitballs?" The teacher asks loudly. Duncan hears, Gwen hears, and the whole class is staring at me. Everyone can tell I just tattled. I whisper repeat myself to the teacher and he approches Gwen and Duncan.
"Hand them over,"
"No!" Duncan refuses. Gwen sticks her hand out to give it away, but Duncan pulls her arm back.
"Do you two want a pink slip each?" The teacher asks.
"No....," They innocentely answer. They hand over the spitballs and straws. They both give me an evil glare as the teacher lets the class proceed to read the 27 pages.
This is definietely NOT Gwen. In our Freshman year, we were dating and she was practically Goody - 2 - Shoes! But now, Duncan has brainwashed her into being bad! If she wants to be like that, she can but Duncan likes Courtney anyway so I don't see it happening between him and Gwen.
Courtney POV -
I am practically sleeping on my desk when I hear the bell ring. Ugh. My next class includes pretty much everybody I despise. Gwen, Sierra, Duncan, Owen, Izzy, Harold, Katie & Sadie. I walk into the Drama classroom and class has already started.
"Now that everybody has a piece of paper and pencil-,"
"I don't!" I scream. The teacher walks over to me.
"Then get some,"
"From where?"
"Your textbooks!"
My heart drops. I forgot it in my last class, Art!
"May I be excused?" I ask.
"Not until you show me that you are capable of getting out paper"
Today's gonna be a long day.
Everybody is writing down names. Did I miss something? Oh, stupid me. Of course I did! I was late! I look around the room, looking for at least one piece of paper and a pencil. There is a bin with scrap paper, so I head over to that.
"What do you think you're doing?" The teacher asks me from the other side of the room.
"Getting a piece of paper like you wanted," I reply, grabbing a piece. I sit down in my seat, and in the desk I find a spare piece of led. I start to pretend I know what to write, but the teacher walks over to my desk.
"Get your own paper! I pay for that stuff!" The teacher scolds.
"You can't pay for scrap paper with stuff on the other side,"
"Well still! Learn to come prepared with your own materials!" The teacher yells, ripping my classroom scrap paper into shreds. He throws the shreds away and I'm practically doomed.
Should I tell him I forgot my textbook? Nah, I'll get a pink slip. The dreaded pink slip. But if this is mandatory in order to be in Drama, I'll sacrifice.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask.
The teacher looks so annoyed with me it's not even funny. No matter how weird he looks when he rolls his eyes, it's not funny.
"I guess," he answers. Yes! I run outside to the bathroom, and the teacher watches me. I walk in there and I wait a few seconds. I walk back out quitely, so that the teacher doesn't notice.
As I run over to my locker, I don't even realize I passed by the Social Studies classroom. LeShawna saw me and she shot her hand up. I rolled my eyes. Does everybody in this school have to be such tattle tails? Before I knew it, the Social Studies teacher, Mr. Gunkee was over at LeShawna's desk. Mr. Gunkee came o ut and gave me a pink slip. It was safe for me to assume I was steaming smoke on the outside right now.
The bell rings and I hear the Drama teacher Mr. Loke announce that the papers we wrote on were due today. Bridgette walked out of the Drama classroom, so I ran over to her.
"Hey, Bridge!" I shout over the noise of Study Hall. "Yeah?" She ask - replies, walking over to her locker. Luckily, our lockers were right next to each other, so it was easy to talk while putting stuff away. "What were you guys writing in Drama?" I ask. "Who we want to try out for in the play," Bridgette answers. "Holy crap I gotta get this done now!" I say, ripping out a lined piece of paper from my Social Studies textbook.
Courtney Satella
12/8/15
For drama I want to be
"Wait....What's the play?" I ask. I look up to see Bridgette walking off with Geoff. It's study hall! Where the heck is she going? I look around, and the first person I see happens to be Scott. The other main people wandering are Duncan Gwen and idiots like Sadie, Katie and Harold so I go to Scott.
"What's the play this year?" I ask the gingy in a white loose tank top.
"I'm not in drama, sweetie pie," he flirtatiously answers.
I roll my eyes.
"Wait, are you?" He asks right as I'm about to walk off.
"Yeah,"
"Okay Imma go sign up," he says, bolting for the Drama classroom. 5 seconds later he comes out with paper and pencil. Come on! So Mr. Loke WAS handing out paper and pencils!
"The play is The Lion King. I'm going for Mufasa!" Scott says the 'Mufasa' in a brave voice.
"Okay, The Lion King! Thanks!" I say, running back to my locker.
I finish what I was going to write before Bridgette left.
Courtney Satella
12/8/15
For drama I want to be Nala
Nala was my favorite character when I was a kid, so that would be cool if I got the part this year. I fold the paper and enter the empty Drama classroom.
Mr. Loke rolls his eyes at the sight of me. "Hey, Mr. Loke!" I say in a happy voice, pretending what happened in class a few minutes ago never happened. I handed him the paper and he put it in a drawer without reading. "You're not even gonna read it?" I ask. "Shut up, I'm on my break," Mr. Loke snaps, putting his feet up on another chair.
Mr. Loke is an old man with short gray hair and always wears a different tie every day. He may be old, but he is SNAPPY. Last year, I had him 7 days a week, so that explains why last year I had a bruise on my head for hitting myself in the head with a baseball bat.
I run back to my locker to customize it and talk with Bridgette, who just returned from a hallway - corner make out session with Geoff.