Just Smile And Wave

This New Girl Will Be The Death of Me

A/N:

  Sorry my last chapter was so short. I am still trying to get used to writing longer chapters. Still, thank you to everyone who read my story and voted for it! :)

         I walked through the halls with Alicia, looking around every corner. Jo made it pretty clear that I should stay away from her.

Alicia noticed my unease but I think she just decided to blow it off. I have never been comfortable discussing my feelings with other people. Alicia knows that, so she tends to keep to herself in these situations.

            Alicia and I had to part ways when the bell rang. I made my way to English class dreading having to sit next to Jo for a whole hour! I walked into class and saw Jo sitting in her desk playing with a lighter. This is one of those times that I wish Ms. Darsky want late to class. The final bell rang and Jo slid her lighter Back into her ripped up pocket just as soon as Ms. Darsky came strolling in.

    "I'm so sorry I'm late class. I had some troubles with my sick dog."

Ms.Darsky said with a slight frown.

     "Hey, sorry to break this to you Ms. Darby, but no one cares about your sick little doggy." Jo said with a bored tone.

     "excuse me, but I do not appreciate your tone. Oh, and my name is Ms. Darsky. You better learn it unless you want a referral young lady." Ms. Darsky said with a disapproving look and her hands on her hips (classic mad teacher move).

      I watched in horror as they went back and forth arguing with each other. Who would ever think to argue with a teacher like that? I watched as Jo rolled her eyes and stated to nod off when Ms. Darsky began teaching again. Ooh, verbs, this Is my favorite subject! Apperiantly, it's not Jo's favorite though. I look over and see Jo with her head on her desk and a puddle of drool next to her mouth. I would wake her up, but I feel like living past the 10th grade.

         Ahhhhhhh, the bell had rung and school is out for the day. I can't wait to get home and relax. My house is only a mile from the school and I walk home every day. I don't mind the walk, it helps me to clear my mind. I got to my house on Miller ave. And walked right through my big blue dot just to see my mom standing right there with her hands on her hips and her foot tapping. Crap, what did I do. My mom  always puts her hands on her hips, but now the foot tap? This is a classic mad mother move.

          "Have you looked at your English grade young lady?" My mother said angrily at me.

           I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I threw my backpack down on our kitchen table and started mindlessly rolling an apple between my hands. I watched as my mom strolled into the kitchen and angrily watched my mindless apple rolling.

           "Mom, I really don't know what you are talking about." I said to her with a bored sigh at the end.

           "So you mean to tell me that you don't know about your F in English?" She said slightly yelling.

            "What?! I do not have an F in English! I can't, that's my best subject." I said with as innocent a tone as I could.

             "well you do. Do you have any distractions in that class to keep you from an A?"

              I thought about telling her about Jo. I decided not to, then I started thinking about how my mother started to sound sincere at the end there. I've gotta use this rare sincerity to my advantage.

            "No, no distractions, but I promise I'll fix it and I'll try harder. I'm sorry mommy, I love you."

            Yes! I nailed it! I gave her a quick hug, grabbed my backpack, and ran up the stairs to my room leaving my mom looking more shocked then she ever has. I ran into my room and flopped onto my bed freaking accomplished. Now, I know I'm a nerd and should have good grades, which I do, but I was serious when I told my mom that I would work on it. I'm not that evil, my only problem is Jo. She is the one that put me in this situation and I am coming out of my she'll tomorrow to tell her that I am not putting up with it anymore! I just hope I can actually bring myself to do it without being worried about being punched in the face. I just hope Jo is in her nonexistent good mood tomorrow. Hey, we can all dream of that day, and I hope to God it's tomorrow.