Monday, great, I have to head back to school. Isn't this wonderful? Ugh... I tossed and turned on my bed, trying to avoid the sunlight shining through the curtains then my stupid alarm clock rang. It played my favorite song, Oh, did I mention it was my phone? Damn it, this song is annoying me now. I grabbed my phone off the side table and shut it off. I went back to sleep. I started to dream off to wonderland, until some jerk opened up the curtains which made the light brighter. I sat up and I saw Danny standing beside the window. I knew I smelled a Henderson walk by.
"Hey! I was trying to sleep!" I threw the covers over me and lied down. He didn't say anything. But he did do something. He kicked me out of MY BED! Dudes, HE KICKED ME! Has he no gentlemaness in himself? See, that's what I call a Jerk. "Hey! Rude much?" I stood up and placed my blanket on the bed. "I don't want to be late for school" He said. "School? You're going to study in the school I'm studying in?" I asked. "No, you're studying in the school in the school I study in" Say what?
"You're making me transfer schools?!" I shouted at my dad on the phone. This isn't good, no matter how much I hate that school, I have friends there and I will miss pranking Mr. Parker. Damn. "Sorry Michelle, You need to change schools. The school Danny's attending is close to their house" My dad said. Argh! I wanna punch something.
"But dad!"
"No buts Michelle. I can't do anything about this"
"Fine....I'll go to Danny's school. How bad could it be?"
"Oh my god" What is this school? EVERYONE HERE ARE WEARING UNIFORMS! Tacky uniforms to be exact. There is no way I am attending here. "There is no way I'm going to this school" I crossed my arms. "Its either this school or that school" Danny pointed at the school just across this one. It looked like a delinquent school. But I'm not a delinquent. Ugh, I'll just stay here. Danny started walking in, I followed him. He led me to the principal's office so I could sign myself in. The principal's office was nothing like the one in the school I used to attend in.
"Ms. Smith?" Some woman tapped on my back. "Yes?" I looked at her. She looked pretty. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She seemed like in her early twenties. "Mr. Homes' office is by the hall" She pointed down the hall. Now how did she know my name and how did she know I was looking for Mr. Homes' office? *GASP* WITCHCRAFT! I opened the door to the office. I saw Mr. Homes sitting on his chair talking to someone. Hey, the dude isn't bald. He's got hair! And he looks like he's also in his twenties and he looks a bit c- Erm, scratch that. He's got dark brown hair and sterling eyes. Now that's cool. I've never seen someone have sterling eyes.
"Ms. Smith, I didn't see you there. Come in" He said, ending his call. I sat down on the chair in front of the table. I tapped my fingers for awhile. Then he said, "Welcome to Carson High school. Hope you'll like it here" Oh don't worry, I'll like it here. Except for those uniforms. Ugh, why must the girls wear skirts. "I hope so" I tried to avoid eye contact with him. I hate eye to eye contact. It freaked me out and it annoyed me at the same time. "Here's your school schedule" He gave me a piece of paper which was the schedule to all my classes. French class? Spanish CLASS? GERMAN CLASS?! Excuse me, but what is this shit? ... What else is in this schedule. Well, classes start.... 7 AM!? WHAAT!? No, There is no way I am heading to school every 7 in the morning. This is unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE I TELL YOU! UNACCEPTABLE!
I headed out of the office to get my uniform, books and other required stuff I need. First on the list, Uniforms... The hallway on your left. Why thank you piece of paper. I went to this room, there was this woman stacking plastic bags in this shelf. I knocked on the door to get her attention. "Hello there. May I help you?" She asked me. "Well, I'm here to get my uniform" I smiled. "Oh, you must be Michelle Smith, the transfer student" She said, grabbing two bags of uniforms. "That's me" I smiled again. "Which on do you want?" She showed me the two bags of uniforms. One with a skirt and the other one with black pants. The pants of course. I picked the one with the long sleeved polo and black pants kind of uniform. Who knew you could wear pants in a private school. After a whole day of getting all the things I need, I finally went to my locker. "243, 244, aha! Locker 245" I said, placing all my stuff on the ground and opening my locker. I shoved all the stuff in there. Then I slammed the locker closed. I've always wanted to slam a locker door with out anyone around and without being scolded by the hall monitor or Principal Parker. I leaned on my locker and slid down. I sat on the floor. I didn't even attend one class yet and its already 12 pm. I grabbed my schedule out of my bag. Classes ended at exactly 3 pm. Oh great, 3 more hours.
