The Sister of Michael Mell

Chapter 3- "See ya later Alligator"

   Michael and I enter the classroom to which the teacher asked for our names. She has a role call list that has everybody seated at nine tables of four in Alphabetical order.

"What are your names?" she asks, looking back and forth between us.

"Michael and Michelle Mell." Michael says quickly.

"Twins?" she asks, smiling up at us.

"Nah, she's just really advanced for her age. She's my little sister." he answers before taking a sip of his slushy.

"Well, Ms. and Mr. Mell, you are sitting next to each other at table 5." she points to the table that's in the middle of the classroom.

"Thanks!" Michael says before looking down at me, putting his headphones on his head, and giving a wink as he heads over to the table that we'll be sharing for the rest of the year.

   When we arrived to our table, there was another person sitting there, a boy with long, dirty-blonde hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head, the sides shaved. He had his headphones plugged into his ears while reading a book with the name "When Love Blooms". I could hear "Gas Pedal" playing from his turned up headphones as I sat down across from him. He wore a light-grey tank top, showing off his defined biceps, skinny jeans, a pair of fresh new Nike sneakers, and a necklace with a silver cross on it. Once I sat down, he looked up at me with his chocolate-brown eyes and gives me a little smile, to which I return before he takes out his headphones and sets his book down.

"What's your name?" he asks, his voice smooth and friendly.

   I look over at Michael, who doesn't seem to notice with his headphones on and eyes attached to the screen of his phone, before turning back to the boy. "My name's Michelle, Michelle Mell. What's yours?"

"Noah, Noah Manchester." he says before holding out his hand for me to shake. I gladly shake his hand and give him another smile before getting nudged by Michael to look at his phone.

   Michael pushes puts his right arm around my shoulders and thrusts his phone in front of my face, showing me something called a meme. We both giggle at the captioned picture of two gamers saying "GAMERS Survive from starvation longer than normal people.". You cannot beat gaming jokes people, I know I have a weak sense of humor, but, I find it so relatable that it's funny.

"So true though!" I whisper/exclaim as he nods his head. We could play all night and day long and not be hungry, it's pretty weird but yeah it happens.

   I look up at Noah, who has his gaze returned to his book, and look up at Michael who looks like he just finished an angry stare contest with Noah before looking back down at his phone, scrolling through his saved pictures and memes.

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   The fourth person at our table finally arrives and sits down, another boy. He has a nice tan complexion, very well built muscle-wise and walked with great posture before he sat down. His hair was a medium-lengthed, Mohawk wave with the sides of his head shaved. He had some ripped blue jeans on with a grey-to-white ombre long-sleeved shirt. For accessories he wears a thin silver chain around his neck, a silver Rolex watch, and some little diamond earrings in his ears. He is what Michael would call: a bad boy.

   When he sat down, he smirked over at me and nodded with a wink before talking to some eagerly waiting girls sitting at the table behind him.

   Michael slides his headphones down to around his neck while I take a sip of my red Mountain Dew and look down at my phone seeing some texts from the group chat consisting of Michael, Jeremy and I.