Emma's Diary

June 7: The First Day

Chapter One: June 7: The First Day

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School Gate

First Day of School

 

This is it, Diary. First day of junior year. Ugh. Where the hell are Jesse and Marlene? Gits. I’ll wait for them, I guess. Bloody gits. They told me we’d meet each other here.

Oh shi—. The guard’s looking at me weird. What the eff, guard. Chill. Relax. Chillax, alright? (Ooh, that was clever. ‘CHILLLAX’, hm.) I’m wai—Okay, fine. I’m going in. Those aforementioned female gits could wait for themselves. Gits. She-dogs.

Let ten months of torture begin.

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 Classroom III-Diamond

Orientation

 

Well, the she-dogs were already in the classroom when I got in. They were all happy and laughing, oblivious to the fact that their best friend was not with them! Where is the justice here? So I tiptoed (stomped and kicked, really, but what’s the difference?) towards their seats, purposely positioning my face directly in front of them. I was about to open my mouth to scream at them when—

“Oh, Emma, you’re here! We’ve saved you a seat!” Marlene told me brightly.

They saved me—They—They saved me a seat! Oh, what angels! Pure, uncorrupted, wonderful angels! I take that ‘she-dog’ and ‘git’ part back. Cue heavenly choir. HALLELU—

“Thanks,” I smiled. One has to keep her emotions in control. I’m suave like that. I took my seat beside Jesse, who was in between Marlene and me. There were four seats in a row, and I was sitting beside an empty one.

“Hey Jess, who’s sitting here?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Jesse shrugged, looking up from her book. “It was empty when we got here.”

“Okay, then,” I replied and put my things in said empty chair. I’m sure that whoever the wonderful person sitting in this chair was, he/she wouldn’t mind and would be simply wonderful. That’s how optimistic I was. It took much restraint not to force-feed chocolates into everyone’s mouths right then and there.

“Good morning, class,” our new adviser sauntered to the front of the class. “I am Mrs. Kay Reyes, your adviser and English teacher for this school year. Today we will have a short orientation, okay?

“Yes ma’am,” we all answered like good kids.

“Good, now—”

Mrs. Kay Reyes’s well-prepared speech was interrupted by a panting boy (technically, beast) that goes by the lovely (horrible) name of James Andrew Rodriguez. He is quite a charming (terrible) young lad (monster-in-training), actually. With a sorry smile (wait, what?) he bounded across the classroom and sat next to me, nonchalantly pushing my stuff to the floor. Git.