The New Kid

Chapter 2: New Classes

My schedule is this:
1. Math
2. English
3. P.E.
4. Keyboarding
5. History
6. Science
7. Cooking Class

Math was boring with us reviewing (learning for me) the lesson. English was boring with me talking about myself and then reading a book that I am chapters behind on. P.E is now my favorite class. We were playing dodge ball, boys against girls. (I love that game) The guys immediately aimed at me but missed. I won the game and was also the only girl left. By then I was starving but I still had one more class left before lunch, keyboarding.

When I got to the class I saw a bunch of posters all over the classroom saying stuff like: 'Don't look at your keys' and 'Be slow and accurate'. My teacher was a tall skinny man with white hair. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. I went straight to him and saw he had a pointed nose and piercing light blue eyes. It was kind of weird but I mean maybe its contacts. On the board his name was in big bold letters: Mr. Larivee.

"Where's my seat Mr. Larivee." I ask him.

"Are you Aubrey Ross?" he says looking up from his screen to look at me.

"Yes sir." He looks like the 'yes sir' kind of guy.

"You sit right here next to me. I hear you've had practice typing. Am I right?"

"Yes sir. I've had experience." I say proudly. Not to brag or anything but I'm pretty good if I do say so myself.

"Well let's see how good you are. You are going to type on this website. You are going to type for 5 minutes, without backspaces, and see how many words you get right and how fast you are."

"Ok."

"Go."

I start to type and when the times is done I'm at 30 words per minute and 10 errors. I felt pretty proud. Then I saw everyone staring at the screen and saw that it was the page I had been typing on.

I went to my seat and wished the chair would swallow me.

"Impressive. You have two options on what to do during this class everyday. Seeing your so advanced and everyone in here are beginners you can either do homework from another class or type with us."

"OK. I'll practice my typing every other day. May I ask... can I just play games or go on my phone if I have nothing to do?"

"Umm...ok but you have to double check that you don't have homework. Before you play the games."

"OK thanks."

"Class today we will..." Mr. Larivee starts to say when I shut out the world.

By the time the bell rang to go to the next class I was dying of boredom.

'Finally,' I thought packing my stuff to go to lunch. 'I'm starving. Hopefully they have something good to eat.'

Before I left I saw this guy looking at me. I think he was checking me out. 'Yeah right. You wish. No one will ever love me.' I thought while I left the classroom.