Moving On

Moving On [30]

****Hehehehehe the story that they're gonna do for Creative Writing is an idea that I have for another story. VoMmEnT!!!****

Chapter 30

When we got to school i practically jumped out the car.

"Thanks Ian." I yelled as I walked away.

I walked towards my group of friends. Only Widmaier and Sierra were there right now.

"Hey guys." I greeted them.

"Hey."

"So where are Vanny and Brunie?" I asked.

"Vanny woke up late and Brunie isn't here yet." Sierra answered.

I nodded my head. We talked until the bell rang and Brunie & Vanny still hadn't shown up. I needed Brunie to guide me to social studies. All I knew was that it was right by some stairs. Easy Peasy.

"Later guys." I waved at Sierra and Widmaier and started for my locker. I grabbed my books and started looking for my class. I found it just when the bell rang and Brunie was already in there.

"Hey, where were you this morning?"

"Eating breakfast."

"You would."

"Yeah...."

As usual, we just took pointless notes and talked the whole period. When the bell rang everyone, but me left.

Widmaier and Vanny walked in laughing.

"What happened?" I asked.

"--Brielle's--new--HAIR!! Hahahahahahah!!!"Vanny laughed.

"Who's Brielle?" I asked.

"Go look outside."

I walked outside the room and saw a line of people across from us. Vanny came out.

"Which ones Brielle?" I asked.

"The one with the weird auburn hair."

I looked for someone that fit that description and had to struggle to contain my laughter. This girl didn't have auburn hair, she had ugly, tomato red hair that had some black in it. I quickly ran inside the room so I could laugh there.

"You saw?" Widmaier asked.

"Yeah. That's sad." I said.

"Bonjour!" Mr.Centus walked in.

"Bonjour!" Mark replied.

"Alright class,today we are going to learn how to write a letter in French."

I whispered to Vanny, "Didn't we learn this a long time ago?"

"Exactly." They whispered back.

"Wow, so he's teaching us at like an 8th grade level? At least it's an easy a." I shrugged.

"Have you ever watched that movie, Easy A? It's hilarious."

"You the worlds shortest attention span." Widmaier said.

So in French we learned how to write a letter...AGAIN. When the bell rang I sighed in relief. Thank god. I stood up to gather my stuff.

"Sit down!" Someone yelled.

"Why?" I put one hand on my hip.

"Because we hav--"

"It's ok Justin, Au Revoir."

The whole class fled the room.

"Bye guys." I walked up the stairs to third period Creative Writing.