Day 1
The warm air rushed to my face as soon as I opended the car door. I hopped out with my little sister, her hand in mine, and waved a good-bye to my mother. We then continued to walk to the gate, with me and my sibling squishing each other's hands. The school look exactly like I remembered. Same blue colored classrooms. Same cafeteria. Same old everything. I looked down at my sister, and I could tell that she was really nervous. My first day of sixth grade, and my sister in fourth. Soon we will be separated, going to different schools. I will miss her, that annoying little monster. But, it would be nice to escape her annoyingness. If that's even a word.
It came to the point where we finally had to let go of each other. I tried to kiss her on her head, but she screamed and scurried away. It was the same thing every year with me having to chase her around. My pencil box jumped around in my backpack with every step I took. Eventually, I had to give up. I decided to walk to class. Or not. I quickly turned around and ran to my sister. I jumped up high and kissed her head. I laughed while she playfully punched me in the stomach. She knows I got her.
On my way to class, I noticed a couple of familiar faces, and some unfamiliar faces. They let out small hi, but I only waved. Of course, I'm the shy type and didn't talk. I will, though. Later. I continued on my little journey to my new classroom with my head hanging low. I have this habit of looking down a lot, which I'm awkwardly proud of. Every once in a while, I would look up or turn around. My brain was so empty, that I started counting how many times I would look up. On the fourth time, I saw Randy, my all-time crush I've liked since the third grade. Last year, he "went out" with me. We did really like each other, but he gave up on me for another girl. I know that I'm too young to be dating, but hey, I know people who have dated since kindergarten. Anyways, whenever I'm around him I would start to walk funny or blink really fast. I try to teach myself to not like him, but it's so hard when all of your friends are close buddies with him.
I started to crunch leaves now, and arrived at the new place I would be learning. The teacher greeted me at the door, and introduced herself. She immediately led me into the dark, yet bright room. She pointed my seat in the back, just the way I like it. Away from all attention. I walked around to the back of the room with what feels like a place with thousand eyes on me. Like a miracle, I reached my desk and set my backpack on the back of my seat. I sat down, staring at all the workbooks and textbooks in front of me. The boy sitting next to me was talking to a friend I guess, and so I didn't bother to say hi. The teacher, who's name is really hard to pronounce and I'm to lazy to say her initial, handed me a worksheet. I did a half-smile-half-frown. 1: I hate school. 2: I only come for the friends. And because my mother forced me. Isn't that the only reason why we go to school?
The bell rang, but an announcement came up, allowing students to be slightly late due to the broken traffic light on the way here. I finished up my worksheet a while later, and easily got bored. I ended up looking around the room, exploring by my eyes. I noticed on the row next to me, a desk with the name 'Julian' on it. Great, I thought, I'm sitting next to the weirdest kid in the school, of all the people. I don't mean to be rude, but let's just say he can really get some gold, no offense. I thought once in second grade that I could be friends with him, but everyone was too grossed out, and that influenced me to hate him too.
-Flashback-
We were building sandcastles in the area near the swings, and everyone was there. It was a build-off, and we were losing. I looked at the other teams and decided to help out.
I explored the other castles. There were big ones, small ones, mushed up ones, all kinds. But one was in desperate need of help so I came over.
"Here you go!" I scooped up a handful of sand then dropped it on the little building site. "Thank you," the boy replied. He introduced himself as Julian, and after that my friends called me over. He seemed nice.
A while later it was time to eat. Nobody sat with him, nobody talked to him, nobody liked him. I got used to all the students avoiding him, so I dd the same. I eventually learned to hate him like everyone else, but also hated him for some other reasons. But the biggest one: he was down right disgusting.
-End of Flashback-
After my little thoughts, more students came in. One came all the way to the back, and sat to the left of me. He was tall, yet short, wearing a white shirt with basketball shorts. He wore glasses and had dark brown short hair. Now, I'm not saying that I'm attracted to this guy or anything. That doesn't happen to me much. In fact for me, it's one guy every thousand years. Unless your counting Randy, the heartbreaking guy ive been in love with since I was 8.
This boy looks nothing like the Julian I thought he would be. I think this is better than a nose picking, pants peeing, loner being, bimbo. No offense to the guy I was talking about. I'm such a jerk.
Our day already seemed to be planned out, which I really hate. I usually like days where you don't know what's going on, but that's probably not today. We also supposedly had "periods" which the teacher claimed to be something, and quote, "To prepare us for middle school." Technically, we are in middle school, sixth grade is middle school. Right?
After being into what feels like five-hundred years of math, it was finally recess. I grabbed as much food in my backpack as I could and ran outside. Have I mentioned that I'm a food addict? The food, which was now stuffed in my pocket, was jiggling and bouncing all over the place. I had to put my hand over my jacket, but that didn't really bother me. I saw a group of people, and headed over to them. I jumped on the girl in front of me and screamed. All the food slipped out of my pocket as I screamed again, picking it up then jumping everywhere. Summer is only two months and a half, but it felt like forever since I've seen my friends.
"Heaven! Vanessa! ADRIANAAA!" With every person, I kill with hugs. They just laughed, seeing that I've never changed.
Adriana got the hang of it too, and started screaming. "MARSHHYYYY!" It was a nickname gained last year for wearing a fat, white sweater all the time. We talked about random shit, wondering if it would ever stop. My summer was the worst so far, staying at home eating, getting fat every second. We ended up laughing at nothing, which made us laugh more. I've missed this so much, and was so happy that it was back? The bell rang which made us all moan, and I'd just remembered about my food. I peeled open the rappers, and and stuffed in all in my mouth. I ate really fast, and started to randomly laugh. I began to choke and my friends started to laugh, too. I swallow it all down and punched Vanessa for still laughing. We both laughed and hugged goodbye like the world would end.
I walked alone back to class, still eating, and wondering if it were possible to break down the window and run home to the food. The bell rung again, but the food would have to wait for 6 more hours. I started to cry on the inside, but then stuffed a butt-load of Cheetos. My classmates stared at me giggling, only because they wanted some too. I ended up sharing with the girls, but when a guy tried to get food from me I would slap him. And once again, ha ha.
a/n
Hii!! I hope that you like this chapter / new story! I will be posting every Wednesday now, because last time I would go crazy and post every second! Yeah! Don't forget to let me know what you think and leave some tips because I suck at writing! Aaaand I will be writing longer chapters, too! Okay, byee!
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