Chapter 3
Mia had been with us for about a month now, and things were going well, I mean, I was getting used to the new changes, but other that, I was okay.
Mom and Dad where proud of me, because I was helping Mia and being a good sister. It felt like the days were passing by so quickly, I think it is probably because I was not arguing with mom and dad all the time. And Mia, was doing really good. Also , a few days ago I realized how smart she is. We had a math test on Wednesday of last week, and on Friday we got our scores back. I got a C, just like always, but Mia, she got A! I was shocked so I asked her how, and she told me the answer in one word.
" Studying"- She had said.
The truth is that I wanted to get As, but I didn't have the patience to study, it was mostly because I didn't feel like. And also, I never felt like taking a test, and I am pretty sure that no one likes to take a test. But Mia, she is different.
On Monday, Mia and I made our way to the bus stop. I had made myself a commitment that I was going to pay more attention in class, to study and to get an A on a test for the first time. But I was probably going to give up by the time I get to school, I thought.
My first class was English with the Grinch. Great, I thought to myself, that crappie fake smile...
As I entered the classroom I could fell two big eyes staring at me, it was probably because I was using leggings, and apparently when you use leggings in her class... Well, that is a whole different story, so I might as well tell you.
About 3 or 4 months ago, the days began to get colder, and that is the time that most girls wore leggings, so I wore one too. When I stepped my foot in her class, she looked at me and all of the girls in the class, the Grinch looked down and shaken her head. Then she called me over to her desk. I had no Idea what was going on at the time, so I slowly made my way to where she was sitting.
" You are wearing leggings"—She sad in her deep , mad voice.
" Umm, Yes" – I answered.
" Well I don't allow you to wear leggings in my classroom" – She had said.
"But all of the other girls wear them" – I replied.
" No buts, I don't want it, Neither do I want boys staring at your butts instead of paying attention in my class."
After that, I never wore leggings, I mean, I wore it on Thursdays, because I didn't have her class, so I guess it is safe to say that I never wear leggings in the class again. But today I forgot,I felt a chill in my stomach.
" Maya, come to my desk right now."
I knew that voice, and I knew why she was calling me, but I didn't understand, why me and not the other girls? I thought.
" Yes? " – I said trying to be polite.
" You are wearing leggings"
" So? –" I asked.
" I told you not to"- this time she yelled at me, causing the class to look and stare at us.
" I am sorry Mrs. Kapish." – I said in a fake British accent.
" Stop being funny. Never again Maya. Now it it is time to start class." – Said the Grinch.
I actually liked school that day because, the girls in Mrs. Kapish s class talked to me, and they asked me if I was ok because the Grinch had yelled at me. It was annoying people asking me if I was ok, but in the same time, I also liked having the girls talking to me, so over all, I think it was a good thing that I wore leggings. Also, if that wasn't enough, Mia made a huge deal about this when we got home.
"Mrs.Kapish was so mean to Maya" – Mia had said.
" Oh really! What did she do?" – my mom asked.
And Mia told her.
On the next day, Mia and I went to school, it was a great warm day outside, but, I was not one bit excited for it, and that is because we had to do the mile run in P.E. But thinking back, it wasn't that bad, I mean I wasn't expecting to get 1st place and neither was I expecting to get 3rd place. But to my surprise I got in 12th place out of 32. I am proud of myself,But, Mia, she got 3rd place, I mean, not like I care, I am pretty happy being in 12th place. The top reason that I was happy to get 12th place was that I did better than Meghan, she got in 15th place.
After P.E, I had to go to Math class. I liked math, even though, I found it really confusing sometimes. I mostly liked math because of Mrs. June and of course, because of Thomas, or as I like to call him Big T, my crush. Big T is a bit popular, but not many girls like him, so I have a pretty good chance with him, most girls liked Charlie, I think it was because he was tall, and had really nice hair, he was also very strong . I never told anyone about Big T, I get embarrassed by talking about boys. And to my mom, I just try my best to avoid it. And since I had no friends, no one new about it.
When we got home, I went to my room, but before I could lay in my bed, I saw that Mia was sitting on my bed. Since by now I new we were good friends, I asked her what she was doing and I was happy to hear her answer.
" Well, I need some sister to sister advice." Mia said.
"Sure"- I answered right away, sitting next to her on the bed.
" Ok, well this is about my crush.."-Mia said in a shy voice.
" Really, cool, I have a crush too" I told her.
" Awesome, now we can tell each other about everything" – she said.
I liked the idea, telling each other about everything, like our crushes, or just our lives. I was finally happy to be able to tell somebody else about Thomas.
" I like the idea" – I finally told her.
" Ok, are you ready?"- asked my sister.
" Yes" – I answered strongly.
" I have a crush on Thomas Melmo." Mia said.
It was something that I thought would never happen. it was something that I did not want to happen, but it was something that happened, Mia and I had the same crush.
" Wait, you mean my Thomas Melmo?" – I asked frustrated.
" Thomas is not yours,, he is just a cute guy, what is the problem ?"- She asked.
" Well I have had a crush on him before you, ugh. I hate my life" – I yelled.
I was surprised that Mia didn't seen to mind the fact that we had the same crush.
After I yelled, mom came running into the room.
"What is going on" – she asked
" nothing" – I said right away.
" Mia, is everything okay"?- mom asked her.
" Yes, mom"—Mia said.
I was mad at Mia, and even thought that we stayed friends for a month, I still wasn't used to her calling my mom, mom. I knew I was over exaggerating, Mia having the same crush as me and all, but it is just that I have had a crush on Thomas for about a year and a half, and sometimes, I would just pretend that he was my boyfriend, my very own boyfriend with blond curly hair, my very own Thomas.
