Am I Really THAT Different?

Chapter 2: What Comes First

I'm in class now, I wonder what my teacher's like... She hasn't come into the class yet, well this is only five into the period and she could be late with traffic. But since we don't have work yet, I'm not going crazy like everyone else. Liv and I are sitting quietly waiting for our teacher right now, with other kids calling us the teachers' pets.

"What are you two doing sitting around? The teacher isn't here! No work, so do whatever" this kid yells across the room.

"Boi chill. Liv and I can sit quietly if we want to, and you should too. What's the teacher going to think of your behaviour?" After telling him, I turned back to draw in my diary.

"Wow, teachers' pets. Honestly, why can't you have fun?" Another kid asked, which I'm guessing is the boys' friend, because right after he said that both the guys started to laugh.

"Well, what do you think Liv?" I turned to my sister knowing if we have too much fun, our true selves will show. They always do. "Or should we make sure it doesn't happen?"

"Haha Di, ya know me too well!" Liv laughs, then when she calms down she put her hand on my shoulder. "Of course we aren't letting it happen and you know." She takes her hand back and takes out her book, beginning to read.

"You'll always be good." I giggle before going to write some more here. Oh crap... I checked the time and now I'm getting worried...

As I was turning to ask my sister what she thinks, out of the corner of my eye I could see a chair flying across the room. But here's our conversation:

"Liv... Do you even think this class is safe?" I did sound worried. She could tell by my voice, actually, Liv can tell a lot of things about me.

"With chairs flying around the room? Uh no. We have to do something... Right?" Liv put the bookmark I had made for her in kindergarten back into her book, then put it on her desk neatly getting up. "I'll go get another teacher. Coming with?"

"Of course. Not sitting around here with these crazy kids." I closed my diary, locking it, putting the aquamarine key back into my pocket,  and of course taking it with me. Why would I leave it there in the first place? Honestly, I don't think I ever could just leave it there.

Liv and I took the only two hall passes and went out into the hall to search. We went to every classroom and a lot of the teachers just told us to go. Well, we're not going back to that class of psychos, not without a teacher.

After about another 5 of getting told to go away throughout the whole school, we found a great teacher who was happy to help us. Once we got a chance to explain, she came back to our classroom to help, even being 9th graders people still need to be supervised at all times.

Well not as much as when you're in kindergarten, but still for some people you'll need to be supervised even during high school. Sure when you behave you may or may not be called 'teachers' pet' like Liv and I were, but that didn't stop us from being safe.

Ok, before I forget what happened I should get back to writing the little story!

We got to our class the teacher only just stepped into the room and at least everyone saw her, immediately stopped what they were doing and sat in their seats. When we stepped outside the room with the teacher she told us her name was Ms. Cynthea. It's a good fact to know if we ever have to find her again, we know who exactly we're looking for.

By the time everyone was about to get up again, our teacher came in! Homeroom teacher: Mrs. Philippa. And she's super nice!

Our art teacher is our homeroom teacher! I absolutely love doing art so this is a dream come true (kinda) for me. Alright, I think I'm ready for this year, homeroom teacher I who you spend the most time with so we're going to spend the most time doing art! I'm so happy!

Oh since she was late, and couldn't do anything, we're going to head to our next class. Time to find out who we have for French. Let's go!

Quote to end writing:
"Am I different? Maybe but I am unique and I am me."