Slam Dunk

I'm lying in my room supposedly sleeping, but I can't. School starts tomorrow and I'm a newbie to town. You know like the really lame not-with-the-program kid. I watch the stars, clinging on to a hope that I might be accepted. I sigh, what a long shot. I'll have no chance. I silently close my eyes, and am asleep in a matter of seconds.

I open my eyes, and peer into the sunlight groggily, I moan, it's morning already.

"Honey, it's time for school", my mom shouts.

At the sound of school, I'm wide awake. I leap out of bed, dress myself, and slide down the stairs. I shovel my food into my mouth, and shout my byes to my parents, giving them swift hugs. I grab the doorknob, and heave in a huge breath, I assure myself, your good, man, relax! I open the door and sit on the corner. I give at my beloved basketball hoop (the only addition that persuaded me to move) a long look, and board the bus in front of me. My next stop, Brookeview Middle School.

After a long bus-ride (violent too) I unboard, catching glances from kids, and parents alike. I try my best, smile even, but I'm, once again, unnoticed. I walk to the doors, but slam into the walls. I whip around nose to nose with a kid, probably may age, probably very popular.

"Watch your step, newbie," he sneers, his friends are smirking in unison. I grunt, but am silent otherwise.

"Speak! You a deaf one?," he chuckles. His friends are howling now.

"No," I sneer back at him, giving him a shove. I instantly know I'm in for it. I glares at me then, brings his foot down on my calf. I grimace in pain. Then spit on his Under Armour back pack. I come up then enter the school, grinning like a fool, I just owned a popular twit.

As I walk in I catch the eye of a few girls, and to my surprised a few of them giggle. Well, I guess I've got looks! I smile and wink back at them. I then walk into a class, labeled 6-A. The classroom itself is bland, I can't picture myself here for the rest of the year. I groan, but notice our desks. Geez, I'm getting more than I signed up for. I mean, they are made out of aluminum. Back at my school, we had desks made of wood, lame! I take my back pack off, and set It down by my majestic desk. I glance around, and notice classmates laughing. Then I turn my attention to the board.

Hello Class! My name is Mrs. Tootisky and I'm your new teacher. This year is gonna be a "laughing" good time.

Really!? Mrs. Tootisky, I snicker like the others. When it said a "laughing" good time, I didn't think it meant literal. Several kids are throwing a football around, but with great authority Mrs. Tootisky (heh heh) screams.

"Sit your butts back down children. I will not accept rowdy behaviour!"

I watch as the "rowdy" ones, dart back into their seats. Wow! Mrs. Tootisky has got an attitude. I'm slightly impressed, but entertained. New school, funny named teacher (with an attitude) I'd say I'm in for a "laughing good" year!