The car ride to school was somehow more chaotic than breakfast, all thanks to Georgia. We were sitting like rotting sardines in the back of Jules' SUV.
"You should wanna be early too. Concidering your track record," Georgia snarked.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," Rafe and I say at the same time, something we do often.
"Fine shut me out. But I'm the only one willing to give you the cold hard facts. You've been kicked out of two schools in one year."
"Georgia, I'll handle the lecture," Jules says.
"Go for it."
"No, thank you. I'm tired of that lecture."
"See? You're exhausting people. This is the last school that'll take you. And if you mess up here, you're gunna end up at a new school, called Prison Elementary. So get your heads out of your kiesters."
"Ut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut!"
"Just trying to help a brother and his girlfriend out, Mom."
"Not dating!" we exclaim.
Now, there's a pathetic family portrait you don't want to be a part of, believe me. More on the unfortunate Village Police incident later. I need to work myself up to tell you that disaster story.
So anyway, ta-da, here it is and all of you in need of AR points at school, the true autobio of my life so far. The dreaded middle school years. If you've ever been a middle schooler, you understand already. If you're not in middle school yet, you'll understand soon enough.
But let's face it: Understanding me-I mean, really understanding me and my insane life-isn't so easy. That's why it's so hard for me to find people I can trust. The truth is, I don't know who I can trust. So mostly I don't trust anybody. Except my mom, Jules, and Rafe. (Most of the time, anyway.)
"Look how nice it looks!" Jules shrieked. "It's going to be a great first day, I can just feel it. So be polite, and don't forget to listen."
The school looked alright; brown brick decorated in blue and gold-that must be the school's colors.
"I'm sorry, what?" Rafe and I say.
Georgia honks the car horn.
"See? This is why kids should have Espresso!" Rafe exclaims.
"No, no, no! I told you no more coffee!" Jules says.
"Narc." Georgia spats.
"Addict!"
"Snitches get stitches."
"Look who's talking!" I say.
"Stop! Listen, they're having me work a double again. So, Carl's gunna pick you up."
"No!" Georgia says.
"Why?" We say.
"I know. It's been a tough year for all of us. But he's been there for me when I really needed him. And lately, I've really needed him. So let's put on our be-nice-to-Carl faces, okay? We'll work on it, we'll work on it."
I gave up on getting my shirt straight and pick up my bag. A blue billboard with an eagle over the left side that reads HILLS VILLAGE MIDDLE SCHOOL. They could have called it HELL and saved on the art costs.
"Quite in the hallways please! I'd like to have a silent hallway one of these days. Excuse me, what are your names?" the man at the entrance asks once he notices us.
"Tegan Asherson." I say.
"Rafe Khatchadorian." Rafe says.m
"What did you just say to me?"
"It's my last name, I'm new." Rafe explains.
"Me too." I add.
"Duh." Rafe mutters, trying to make me laugh.
"Well, being new here doesn't mean you can swagger in here with no clothes on."
"We're-We're wearing clothes." Rafe stutters out, confused, as we examine our clothes.
"Those aren't clothes, those are rule violations. Every single thing you have on flies in the face of rule number twenty-two!"
"What's...What's rule number twenty-two?"
"Are you telling me that you haven't read our Code of Conduct?"
"If I don't tell you, I won't get in trouble, right?"
A boy with red hair sneaks of behind the man. He starts copying him and try not to laugh be also pay attention. Damn you, Leo.
"Yeah okay, yeah got it." We say, suppressing our giggles.
"'Got it'? How about 'Got it, sir'? Rule number one here at Hills Village is to respect your principal. And since I'm the principal, that means you need to respect me. You may call me Sir-or, if you prefer, Principal Dwight. Or even Sir Dwight, if you like."
We couldn't contain our giggles any longer. Leo bows, as if his mission is accomplished, then walks into the school then does a two finger solute.
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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, rafe khatchadorian
Fanfiction━━━━ WHEN TEAGAN AND Rafe walk through the doors of their strict new middle school, they're not sure what to expect. They have enough problems at home, without throwing their juvenile records into the mix. Luckily, Rafe's got an ace plan for the bes...
