The Uprising

Chapter Four--Lisa

     Ina had just registered all of us a few minutes ago. We were at a new school, and it was humongous.

      "Okay, girls I'll take you around the school,"  said a lady with greying blonde hair and green eyes. I assume she was the principal. I have no idea what her name is, so I'll call her Ms.Random Lady.

           We stepped out of the office until the main lobby. It had marble floors, and there were two old style marble staircases. In the middle of the room, there was an elevator made out of glass.

         "Okay, are any of you scared of the elevator?" asked Ms. Random Lady.

         "Um.......no ma'am," we said in unison, except for Lena, who nodded her head.

          I had never met anyone who was afraid of an elevator, except for Dr. Strauss. But you know Dr. Strauss.(He's a wimp– Emma/ Shut up, arschloch!–Peter)

          "Good. You won't believe how many children have vomited on it," she said.

           Okay, so she's a crackpot. But maybe she would improve. If not, I'll just send an email to her supervisor saying "Ivan Suxs!" That'll be so funny! I stepped into the elevator. It was awkward. You know that awkward moment, when you think some random stranger is you best friend. So you say "I hid the body......................now what? "Then you realize, that wasn't your friend. THEY THINK YOU ARE A LUNATIC! THEY'RE GOING TO CALL THE COPS! RUN!~Brain. Then you make a run for it. Has that ever happened to you? Why am I asking such a stupid question? That happens to everyone.

          "We'll go to the dormitories first. They are located on the fifth floor," she said as the elevator's doors opened. The fifth floor was surprisingly modern compared to the first floor. We passed by a Starbucks and a Cinnabon. I noticed that none of the other students had come yet. Yes! We would get first pick of the dorms.

              "Now, most standard dorms are only fit for two people, but we have some suites that fit four. The suites have a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and two sleeping quarters. One sleeping quarter is located on the main floor while one is upstairs,"  said Ms. Random Lady. 

            She sounded kind of like that video on international flights. You know the one that's supposed to tell you what to do in case of an emergency. Except the person doing the voiceover sounds as if they couldn't care less if you live or die. Yeah, she sounded like that. I was starting to doubt that this was the principle. More like I was hoping this wasn't the principle.

           "Okay, I'll let you go in without me, because I know how much of a hassle it is to pick a dorm. Before you ask, yes, you can change the wall colors," she said.

         I was a little confused at first, then I realized she was talking about those automatic wall color changing walls. We ran.  All of us wanted to have the top quarters.

           "We are going to beat you!" I shouted.

             "Nah!" shouted Emma. Annabelle stuck out her tongue.

       For a while it, looked like we were going to get there first, but then Emma and Annabelle beat us. Oh well. The bottom sleeping quarters are still nice. Still, I was pretty sucked that they beat me because I'm the athletic one. I heard arguing upstairs. I rolled my eyes. Emma and Annabelle could be so annoying sometimes. I know you want to say something, Emma, but if you do I'll draw a mustache on you!

         I changed the wall colors on my side of the room. It was a lime green that just popped with energy. I started to hang all my medals and ribbons up. I had a least ten for almost every sport, just not dance, figure skating, gymnastics, or synchronized swimming. I hung up my soccer jersey, basketball jersey, and my volleyball jersey. I'm one year older than Emma, Annabelle, and Lena. Just in case you were wondering. Lena's side of the room was really artsy. The walls had all kinds of drawings on them. Above the bed, there was a picture of a cat drinking Starbucks. Below it read, "Who needs Ivan, when you've got Starbucks!" Ha ha! Starbucks is so much better than Ivan. Just don't let Dr. Strauss have too much, or he goes completely insane. His blue eyes look glassy, and his hands shake. Who let him be a neurosurgeon? He should really be on medicine to control his ADHD.