Scooter's Ride

Chapter 1: My name- Its Scooter

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Chapter 1: My name- It's Scooter

DING!!!!!!

The class bell rang loudly and I leaped out of my seat and into the isle next to me, nearly knocking Joe Walsky off his feet and into the chair beside him. I ignored his complaining snort and dashed out of the room. "Finally, science is over!"

The hall was crowded as I rushed to my locker, which of course, was on the other side of the school. I only had approximately 4.36 minutes to get to my next class, English, my favourite of them all.

After swerving around a few corners, avoiding all of the oblivious people, I took a breath. It's like , Hello? SOME students have a class to get to. Seriously.

I came around the last corner and my locker was in sight. With my science textbooks clenched in my arms, I rushed over. Suddenly, Brice Hal shoved me against the lockers and hurried past. All of my things were scattered on the ground and he slipped out of sight.

I was definitely going to be late. As I gathered my things, I stared in awe as not even one person offered to help me. Not a single student even glanced at me with sympathy, just stared and stalked away. What is with people nowadays?

Without worrying about straightening up my locker- which surprised me, considering I'm a very organized person, perhaps a bit anal- I grabbed my English notebook and headed for the stairs.

They were swarmed with jocks and cheerleaders. This was their usual hangout and as I approached a voice called from the top.

"Hey, Scooper, where you headed?" The deep voice was very familiar and I flinched at the sound.

"It's Scooter." I mumbled, wishing I could tuck my head inside my shell like a turtle.

"What was that?" The tall boy slid down the railing and hopped off beside me.

"I said, It's Scooter. My name- It's Scooter." I climbed the first stair, but the blond boy's arm snapped in front of me and blocked my path.

"What did I call you?" He smirked mockingly.

"You called me Scooper." I began racing up the steps. Without another word I was off. The boy was about to say something, but a long, dirty blond haired cheerleader cut in.

"Let her go to her next class, Brogan. Let the nerd run away, like always." Brogan grunted. "Whatever, bye Slipper."

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The class fell silent as I slowly creaked open the door to room 237. Everyone gasped as I entered. I, Scooter, was NEVER, EVER late for class.

"Welcome, Ms. Shale," Mr. Anderson grumbled, "You're late."

"It's pronounced Shall- Scooter Shall." I hated correcting teachers, but I hated it more when people got my name wrong, like Brogan, but he did it on purpose.

"I don't care, just sit down." The tall, African- American man turned back to the chalk board and began writing the definition of Pronoun on the dark surface.

I took my seat, stumbling over Jeremy's out-stretched foot on the way there. He would be hanging out with Broghan right now if he didn't have this class. I avoided eye contact with him as I slumped down onto my chair.

My seat was right next to the window. I loved staring outside when I was searching for ideas. And letting my mind be free and wonder in the fresh air. All of the sounds of nature calmed my senses, letting new ideas flow into my imagination. The sounds of all natural animal and human gestures made me giddy.