City Gurl

Chapter Seventeen

I stay on that fucking floor for about 2 minutes, waiting for the pain in my stomach to subside. After it does, I stand up and rub my head.

Then I realize I'm in school. Social studies! I dash to my locker, get my SS stuff, and hurry along to the classroom. When I get there, I take a deep breath, smooth my hair a bit, and wipe away any tears. If any of those GIRLS are in there, at least they'll think I'm tough.

I walk bravely into the echoey classroom. About twenty students are scribbling on worksheets and brand new notebooks. Everyone turns to stare at me. I feel my cheeks heating up. God, people, I'm not that interesting.

"You must be Evelyn," Mr. Hammond says from behind his desk. He's a black baldie with sunken eyes and thin lips. "You're tardy." Who says tardy anymore?

"Yeah, that's me," I answer sheepishly. "I'm late cause, you know, I'm new."

Mr. Hammond rolls his eyes like that's the stupidest thing he's heard all day. Which it probably is. It's only second period, and I've already made a bad impression on a teacher. I also think I've found my least favorite one, too.

"Oh, all right, take a seat," he grumps. Wtf was his problem?

I see an empty seat next to Gretchen, who's sitting by a nice little window. She is waving me over, looking worried.

I start over to the empty seat, but unfortunately, my head turns and I see Meredith and Jackie sitting side-by-side. They look a little shocked and I little mad. I wince, sliding down into my seat.

"What happened?" Gretchen hisses. "What'd they do to you?"

"I'll tell you later," I whisper back. "At lunch, maybe." Gretchen looks a little annoyed, but she just pushes her glasses up her nose and gets back to work.

I survey the room. I don't know much people, but that's to be expected.

To my right is a short little black girl with lots of little tiny braids. I don't know her. In front of me is the mousey dude. What was his name again? Oh, yeah, Thomas. I crane my neck around to see the person behind me. It's a boy with a spiky mohawk that's green. Hmm, strange.

As I turn my head back to the front of the room, I inwardly gasp. The Alice girl is staring at me again! Her gaze is tender and sweets, which make me want to stare longer. Our staring-fest is broken by Mr. Hammond with a stack of papers. He hands me a worksheet on basic directions. Easy.

"Do this and copy the things on the board," he orders, and goes back to his desk.

I look at the board. There's boring things like the equator and the Prime Meridian and other typical social studies work.

I scribble down some things into my notebook and onto the sheet. I then turn to the front of the room to stare into space. I realize that Gretchen is looking at me weird.

"You finished?" She asks in disbelief. "Are you like a fast working GENIUS or something?" So she thought this worksheet was HARD. Hmm, maybe New York is dumber than I thought. (A/N no offense if any of you live in New York City!! I'm just doing for the story!)

"Well, yes, it wasn't really that hard. . ." I say slowly. "Was it to you?"

"Uh, not really," Gretchen admits. "I write really slow. Do you write fast?"

"Er, I never really checked. . ."

"Girls!" Our conversation is interrupted by a loud voice. Mr. Hammond. "Why were you talking?"

"Um. . ." I stammer.

"Well, you see. . ." Gretchen mumbles.

"No excuses!" Mr. Hammond barks. "You were talking, and that's all that matters!" Ok, ok, what's your problem?

"Sorry, sir," Gretchen apologizes. "We didn't mean any harm."

"Yeah!" I agree wholeheartedly. "I just needed help on. . .uh. . ." I scan my desk for something frantically.

". . .the worksheet! Yes, the worksheet! I needed help with the worksheet!" I blurt, sounding stupidly stupid. Gretchen flashes me a look that says, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I hear some kids snickering.

"Oh, you have a problem with directions?" Mr. Hammond asks. I can see that he is amused. Shit, I forgot that the worksheet was so easy.

"Well, um, uh, I'm kind of-" I stammer nervously.

"Please excuse her!" Gretchen says loudly. "She just needed to find. . .uh. . ." Now it's Gretchen's turn to scan. "Um, Chicago! She couldn't find Chicago." She smiles innocently.

"You don't know where that is?" Mr. Hammond asks, raising an eyebrow.

"It. . .was. . .uh. . .small," I gulp. Now, it was not really that small at all. I have very good eyesight. My doctor guy said so.

"Hmm," Mr. Hammond says. "Well, girls, I'm sure it-" BRRRRIIIIINNNGGG!!!!! SAVED BY THE BELL!! 😄😄😄🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

The whole class jumps up in unison and exits. Me and Gretchen squish through so Mr. Hammond can't finish what he was saying.

When we get into the hallway, I burst out laughing. Gretchen does too.

"OMG!!" I yell. "That. . .was so. . .frickin'. . .FUNNY!!!!!"

"I know, right?!" Gretchen gasps, giggling. "You couldn't find Chicago? What the hell?"

We laugh for two more minutes, then Gretchen follows me to my locker. I take out my schedule and check what I have for my third period class. It's Family Consumer Science. I think.

I say bye to Gretchen and head for the stairs she told me to go to. Just as I get there, someone brushes past me.

I flip around to see who it was. I gasp when I do.

It's the Alice girl. She's staring right into my eyes.

Then she turns and disappears into the crowd.

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Wooooo!!! What's up with Alice? I guess we'll have to find out! Lol. Well, everybody, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!! LET'S ALL PIG THE FUCK OUT OF OURSELVES!!! LOLLZZ!!! I'm going to my cousins' house. They are both boys and they are 15 and 16. Sigh. Anyway, SORRY SO MUCH FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!! I was working on other books! I got two new ones, did you see 'em? Well, byeeeeee for now!!! Update soon definitely!!!