Just a quick note: This chapter is dedicated to CourtneyMayRose because of the wonderful cover that she so kindly made me, even though I am incredibly picky! Sorry! :) (AND SHE ROCKS :)
Chapter 2:
“Yes please. The stupid door won’t open no matter how incredibly hard I try, again and again!” I told the girl, pouting and almost kicking my locker door in frustration. She looked like she was having difficulties preventing herself from giggling
“Silly girl! This is not one of the lockers from sitcoms or public schools! Those are all so yesterday. We are so much more high tech than that! Seriously, how could you think that we would be that poor after seeing this place? You are very ignorant of the world, aren’t you. Sorry, I just totally judged you on your first impression on me..... But I guess that is how the saying goes, ‘the first impression is the lasting impression.’” She barely said because she was giggling so furiously. Wow, was she good at rambling or what? That didn’t prevent me from admiring her cute English accent once again, and glancing at her supermodel styled face as she smiled at me happily. I had always wanted a boyfriend with an Australian or English accent. Focus, JJ! That had nothing to do with this girl! She is a girl, not a boy, so quit it! However, if she had been a boy. . . . . Stop! Your thoughts are so scattered, just like another person I know. A person with long, frizzy, black hair, which, even though it sounds ugly, looks really good on her. She (theres a hint) also is extremely energetic, and practically bounces on her heels when she is not constantly walking.
Guess who this girl is? This girl, whatever her name is, I guess. Hmm. I should find out who she is now, oh great, what if she doesn’t like me after she knows how poor I actually truly am. Well, whatever the girl who is currently speaking to’s name is, I guess.
“How do I open it, then, if you’re so smart?” I asked the girl impatiently, trying to ignore all of my strange, strange thoughts. Her laughter doubled as she grabbed my thumb, and she pressed it into a panel in the front that I had not noticed before.
To my surprise, the door to my locker swung open silently. Well, now I have seen the inside of my locker. And it was the size of my house! All of my books were already stacked neatly inside, and other school necessities were also organized on shelves.
“Wow. . .” was all that I managed to say. Finally, I was able to compose myself. “Wow that is incredibly impressive. Um, so. . . . What is your name? I was too aiming all of my frustration at my locker that I was unable to ask you before.” I supposed that asking that question late was better than never, and I don’t really know any other conversation starters.
“My name is Alyssa Shielder,” she said, suddenly becoming serious again. She acted as if she was almost ashamed of her own name. Then, she closed her eyes briefly, and her cheery self was back. She stuck out her hand for me to shack. “What’s yours?”
However, I did not hear the latter, because I was too shocked by her name. “Wait...what? I am so sorry for interrupting you, Your Majesty -- or do you prefer Your Highness?” I asked, shellshocked that I was talking to real Hollywood royalty. Or I guess real Hollywood royalty’s descendent.
Well, Alyssa’s father was the ultra rich and famous video director, and her mother, Margaret Green (she still went by her maiden name because it sounds cooler, and I guess more business-like....), was the editor for “Flawless Fashion,” one of the top fashion magazines worldwide. She also owned her own modeling company, Spotlight Modeling.
However, Lyssa (my automatic new nickname for her) continued to laugh. “Neither. Unless, of course, you prefer to call me Your Majesty, I’m certainly fine with it,” she teased. “Now what’s your homeroom?” She asked, glancing at the schedule in my hands.
“I have English with Mr. Truman first. How about you?” I asked her in return, not wanting to be impolite. You know how you always feel like you are required to return the favor after someone asks you how you have been doing.
“I do too! ” she squealed, jumping up and down in excitement at such an insignificant fact. I laughed at her adorable antics; I loved her already. I hoped that she would still want to be my friend after she knows who I actually am and not some famous kid.
“I am JJ by the way. How are you? I hope you are good. Guess what? I talk a lot when I am nervous. So, I think that I am probably nervous right now, don’t you?”
Lyssa just continued to laugh as she talked in between giggles. “Don’t be nervous. Nice to meet you by the way, JJ. That is such a cool nickname. I wish I had one. There are so many cool nicknames out in the world. I can only wish that I had a cool nickname like that.... Everyone else in my family has a cool nickname. How do you acquire such a nickname? Hm... Should I do something weird that makes me stand out from all of the other Alyssas?” she said, her eyes full of fantasizing about funny nicknames such as A-A, A.S., Lyssie, and who knows what other nonsensical names she could be thinking up right now.
“You do! Well, I gave you a nickname in my head at least,” I told her, blushing up to my ears. “Lyssa! What do you think about it?” I asked her, now with my face fully covered in a deep shade of red. I was very imaginative, and I loved coming up with nicknames or other wacky catch phrases with my friends. Like did you know that I am secretly the Princess of all of the ninja pirate flamingo assassins? Bet you didn’t(Just to clarify, the assassin part does not mean that the assassins are killing the ninja pirate flamingos, it is all part of one title, no matter what anyone else says, like my mom). However, I decided not to tell Lyssa that, as I was not sure whether that would creep her out too much or not. I didn’t want to scare my only new friend away on the first day of our friendship. Not that it had not happened many times before, cutting the friendship off at the stem.
“I love it! That is so awesome! Wow, I wish that I had met you earlier. I love you already! How long have you been attending this school? Oh, great. The bell is ringing. We should probably go, but grab all of your books first! Mr. T has a pretty strict class.”
“But he still lets you call him Mr. T? That doesn’t quite sound right. Hold on one sec, and then I’ll be ready,” I responed. We walked off towards our class, laughing happily at each other’s wackiness while teachers stared death glares at us since we were late for class already.
While turning a corner, we saw the principle in a conversation with one of the counselors. Giggling, we ran away from the principle; he turned towards us right as we left. Before he had a chance to chase us down and give us detentions, we ran away. However, his voice followed us as we left, “Girls! No, come right back here now! Girls....” He called while trying to chase us. There was no competition, as our principle, Mr. Lindt(yes, he was the owner of Lindt Chocolates as well), was a fifty-something old man who was incredibly out of shape. After a while, we slowed down and realized that we were now on the opposite side of school from where the English classroom resided. So, we decided to have a race to see who could reach the homeroom before the other, and began running back in the direction that we had come.
Author's Note: Can we please please please get up to 100 reads before I edit the next chapter and/or update? That would be absolutely wonderful. I am so busy rehearsing for a new play that I am going to perform in ONLY 14 MORE DAYS! AGH! It is very scary, and I have like, two or three long monologues, but one of them I get to improvise, which makes it ten times better. :) VOMMENT!
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