The Good Girls Gone Bad

chapter 5

'Just shake it away, Zola...Just shake it away' I tell myself. I go downstairs and look for room 564. No where in sight.

"Hey!" Somebody yelled across the hall. I don't know if they were talking to me, because their voice echoed to me.

I turn around to see who it is. It's that same cute boy who helped me up from the fall that proactive/popular girl did to me.

"Do you need any help?" he asks. He looks at my t-shirt. "Oh sorry. I guess I have to ask myself now, right?" He says, sarcastic in a way.

I giggle. "No it's ok. You don't have to ask yourself. And yes... I do need help."

Every time I see him I'm somewhat so happy.

"So what's your need?" he asks.

"Umm... I can't find room 564...which is dance." I say, hoping he would help me.

"Really? Cause you're with me." He says, surprised.

Oh. My. God . I can't believe the cutest and hotest boy I've ever seen in my living years is in my 1st period class! (Not that I'm on-top-of-the-world about that).

"Wow....umm....yea..." I say, not knowing what to say.

"I AM SO STUPID! WHY CAN'T I EVEN THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY!' I say in my head.

He smiles at me, then looks down.

*blush*

"I can show you. Walk with me."

He really has a way of talking. It makes you want to follow his orders. He opens the classroom door for me and and waits while I go in. What a gentle men.

When I walk in, Everybody is staring at me. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. Like every body in this room's eyes are looking at me. The teacher (I don't know what her name is) tells every body that my name is Zola Martinez, and I'm from New York. When the students heard the sentence "From New York", they gasped, like my I did something that's illegal to them. I guess you have to be part famous, part rich to be part of the popular group. When the class has quiet down, the teacher turned to me and introduced herself.

"Hello Zola I am Ms.McGuardia, or you can call me Ms.M. I'll be your dance teacher for the rest of the year. Please find somewhere to stand. There is enough space for you to go."

Well, the class room is big. Is it a classroom? There was no desk, no chairs, and no chalkboards. And there was a big radio too. It was kind of like a mini ballroom, th floors all nicely waxed and everything. The walls were completely white, but if u look up at the ceiling, there are angels and clouds. Almost like your in heaven.

"Carry on, now."

I pick a spot to stand and hang my stuff on a hook. I hear laughter. Almost that laugh I heard on the street.

No. No no no no no.

This can't be happening. Proactive girl is in my first period class. My worst enemy.

Then, Ms.M interrupted my thoguht.

"Jennifer Bradford, can you please stop giggling! I'm trying to start our lesson!" Hmm. Jennifer. That's her name.

"Alright, Ms.M! God!" She said.

And she talks back! Well, little Miss Popular is popular because of 3 reasons. One, because she talks back and gets her attitude (In some high-schools, that's somewhat "appealing to teens). Second because she's a cheerleader. And third, because she has perfect skin and hair.

"And Chris Jacob, Stop talking about....football. Or whatever your talking about."

Wait....she was pointing to the boy I met this morning. Chris.

"Alright everyone! Girls grab a boy,and boys grab a girl. We are going to dance!" Ms. M says.

Great. Really really great. Why do you have to do this with me god? Why!?!? As I look around, everyone has their partner. No one is left out, but me. I see Jennifer with Chris. He's looking at me, but having fun time with Jennifer at the same time. I just sit down, criss-cross-apple-sauce style, on the floor.

All lonely.

No one to talk to.

Great. And I start to read my book. It's still dirty from the concrete floor. Ms. M notices me sitting. With no body.

"Are you feeling ok, Miss Martinez?" she scared me for a second.

"Umm...yeah, I'm feeling fine." I lie. What a little liar I am.

"Ok Martinez. I am going to let you sit out just for today, since it's your first day .But just for today, ok?" Really generous of her to say that. Back in my old high school, they would put you in suspension for not following orders.

"Ok" I answer.

When she gets every body's attention, she tells all the boys to treat the girls like flowers. Pretend their flowers. Treat them softly and kind and nice. I look up. By her complement, it's really working their dancing really nice. I wish life was like that. Girls are from flowers. Nice, Brave, confident, truth teller, and very symphathetic. Not like popular girls. Not like Jennifer Bradford