Frenchie

Chapter Three- The Many Stereotypes of an Eighth Grader

Chapter Three: The Many Stereotypes of an Eighth Grader

School is the same for most people. You drone through the first few periods, watching the clock until break. Then there’s that blissful forty minutes of freedom and sneaking electronic devices into wherever you eat. Then it’s the same thing, just waiting for the next break, and ultimately, the end of the day.

Well, right about now, I was stuck in the very beginning of that process. The weekend had gone too soon. I was now stuck in first period Monday math class… Yuck. I glanced out the window and watched a few kindergarteners run past. Lucky bastards. I missed the days when my friends and I got to go run outside.

As Mr. Payne continued talking about whatever it was he was talking about, I studied my classmates. Skipping Kennedy and Rex, I moved onto the rest of the class, people that I barely know.

There was Ava. She had straight red hair, with lots of freckles. Her eyes were a sort of grey-green color, rectangle glasses placed neatly in front of them, and she was quite short. She was really skinny too, and seemingly obsessed with the color green. She was one of the best runners at this school. I had hung out with her a few times, and she seemed nice, but I really didn’t know much about her. I knew she was smart, though, and a good athlete… But she had a dirty mind that needed to be cleaned out.

Next was Emma. She had raven black hair, that I’m pretty sure was dyed. Her skin was flawless, something I get jealous of from time to time, I admit. Her eyes were grey, but more lively than mine. Her personality was sort of mismatched, but it worked. She was hyperactive, but shy. She was a smart girl, but she never did any work. She liked both emo music, and pop music. She knew how to play the guitar- yet another thing I was jealous of her about.

Olivia was one of Emma’s best friends, I think. She had a darker skin tone, and black hair to match her friends. I’ve heard her parents are strict. Her and her family are religious, they’re Muslim. And, one of her family members were in our class, as well. Sophia was her twin, and her polar opposite. Sophia was obsessed with school, and getting good grades. Olivia just wanted to have fun and hang out. She didn’t have much of a choice, though. Like I said, her parents were strict.

Mia was the innocence of our class. She was the only one that didn’t understand all the immature dirty jokes that the others would crack. She laughed along once she got them, but she rarely participated in them. She was always happy it seemed, and I wouldn’t say she was hyperactive(Like a lot of my other classmates), but she certainly didn’t act tired.

Then there was Emily and Abigail, the besties. Those two loved fashion. I was friends with Abigail, but, we didn’t hang out much anymore. But still, I had always known her. She was shy around most people, but when it was just us two, we were like two ticking time bombs, and we would go off at any given second. Emily was also really nice. I hung out with her last year, but I wouldn’t say we were actually friends.

Madison, Chloe and Isabella were also best friends. They loved being weird and speaking in accents… Uh, especially Chloe. Those three, they loved to laugh… And that’s honestly all I know about them. I can’t really say I’ve ever been friends with them.

And then, there were the boys. Jacob and Noah… their relationship was strange, to say the least. Once second they were the best friends on the planet, the next they hated each other more than anyone in the world. They were both in my class last year. I worry about them sometimes… It seems like they’re mentally ill.

I sighed in relief as I heard Mr. Payne tell us class was over. I gathered my books, turning to wait for Kennedy to get hers.

“What class do we have now again?” She asked.