A crazy freshman year

Chapter 2

"Who do you guys have for homeroom?" I ask them.

"Ms.Battleaxe.?" Ava confusingly responded.

"What sorta name is that?" Diana commented.

"Maybe she fought the military," I joked.

"No, she didn't. She's much older than you expect her to be..," Ava corrected.

"How do you know all this..?" I asked.

"Ms. Battleaxe was pre-k teacher," Ava admits.

"Well....I guess we learn something new everyday..," Jonathan chimes in. "And I'm jinxed....Ms.Battleaxe too..."

"What about you, Aidan?" I ask.

"Ava's pre k teacher," he laughs.

"Hey!" Ava chasing him.

"Fine--"

"People, the tardy bell's gonna ring in a minute. Better get to class, if you don't want detention on your first day...," a short, old lady, with librarian glasses.

"Umm, we're looking for Ms. Battleaxe...," Aidan tells.

"Oh, I know her quite well..."

"How? Bingo night at Denny's?" Ava jokes.

"I am her!" The old lady yells.

"I was only kidding, jeez."

"Well...follow me," she says in her normal voice.

She leads us into another set of double doors, which led to another hallway. We took another turn to the left to see Ms. Battleaxe printed on the side of the door.

"Welcome to my class," she introduces, opening the door for us.

We walk into see all our friends, Will, Laurel, Maya, Tyler, Oliver, Barry, and Robert. This is gonna be some homeroom.

Ms. Battleaxe marches into the room, like a queen and orders everyone to find their seats. Ava, Diana, Jonathan, Will, Laurel, Aidan, and I got together into a little group in the corner table.

"Students, I'm Ms. Battleaxe, as you know. I will be one of the social studies teachers this year. If you don't get me, then you got Mr. Phillips. But I'm better known as, Mr. Lance--he's a middle school science teacher--'s sister."

"Well...that explains the dramatic entrance....," Diana whispered.

"I swear, if she's deaf, like Mr. Lance. I'm gonna roast the crap out of her...," Ava chimed.

"Another detention adventure," I chuckled.

"Wait, that's how your band came together?" Aidan asks, laughing.

"Yup. All thanks to Ava's roasting mouth--and us defending her.. Mr. Lance gave us detention..."

"Well...that's good to know..."

*Aidan's POV*

Ditchwood isn't that bad...I just need to not get detention, and I'll be set. I'm already feeling at home here in NC.

"Hey, I'm Will," a boy with long, blonde hair.

"Nice to meet you, Will. I'm Aidan."

"Nice to meet you, bro."

"So.. I here that everyone has their own thing here...?"

"Yup. Mine is advice--relationship advice--or advice in general. I should really be a counselor..."

"Well then, I'll be coming to you a lot then..."

"Why? Need help with Sara?" He smirks.

"Actually I need help with both.."