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Chapter 3 : The Very First Day
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"Watch where you're going, dumb arse."
"Ow! That was my foot, you cow."
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Sorry!" I yell as I get pushed into a small corner. I peer down into my map again and just can't get this figured this out. I hear a loud bell sound and see everybody pick up their pace until I'm all alone. Another bell goes off as I hurriedly run into the classroom I'm pretty for sure is my first hour.
There is a short, fat woman at the front. "Hello?" she asks when I enter.
I stumble on my words. "Um, I'm Lily Potter. Is this French 1?"
"No!" she almost yells at me. "This is History. And I'm Mrs. Shortbottom. Bring me your schedule so I can go on with my class." I walk towards her and she snatches my schedule. My eyes widen and I take a step back. A few boys snicker in the back of the classroom. I blink to keep my eyes from wetting. "You don't have me for three more hours. The class you're looking for is number 104. It's right down the hall. Now scram," she says.
I get pushed out and into the hallway. "What a nasty fat lady," I say under my breath.
"Who? Ms. Shortbottom?" A boy just about my age walks up to me. He's also in uniform. His face is blank, but I can tell he's laughing on the inside. He has one of those faces that always look mad unless he's laughing or smiling.
I nod. "Man, she's an evil bitch," he says.
I smile. "You know her?"
"Well, this is my first year here. Yours, too?" I nod my head again. "My older siblings have told me about her. Hates all of them. I'm Drake, by the way." He extends a hand.
I take it. "My name is Lily," I tell him. He smiles.
"I should get to class. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah. Maybe we'll have a class together," I suggest. He waves and waltzes into Ms. Shortbottom's room. I hear her yell about him being late. I laugh and find my way to room 104.
I open the door and step inside. "Hello?" asks the teacher. It's a pretty woman about 40 or so.
"Yes, I'm Lily Potter. Is this French 1?"
She smiles kindly, "Yes it is. I'm Ms. Ebony. I assume you have a good reason for being late?"
"Well, I got lost," I explain.
"Ahh. I see. You can take that desk next to Linus." She points to the only empty seat. It's in the very front on the far left. A window seat, I think. How nice. I hurry over to it.
"Oh, you'll be needing this book," says Ms. Ebony. She hands me a copy of an old book. 'All About France,' it says.
"As you all should know," Ms. Ebony starts talking to the class. "France is a beautiful country." She keeps talking.
"Hay. Pssst." I turn to the girl next to me. "So where'd you move from?" she asks while chomping on gum.
"Oh I've lived here all my life. I've been homeschooled," I say.
"How exciting! I've been in public school all my life," she says, still chewing on that gum. I just smile. "My name's Kaitlyn. But everybody calls me Kiki."
"I'm Lily," I say.
"I know," says Kiki. "In case you're wondering who this 'Linus' kid is, look behind you."
I turn around a little bit. There's a chubby kid playing with his pimples. I shudder and turn back to Kiki.
"Gross shit, right? Anyway. Stay with me and I'll teach you who to hang with and who not to," she finishes.
Oh crap. I've read about people like this before. I hope she doesn't turn out all prissy.
Ms. Ebony starts reading to us class rules. Kiki leans over and snatches my schedule. "Cool. We've got four other classes together. And Lunch! Oh, we're gonna be great mates."
I roll my eyes.
When the bell rings for the next class, I practically run out and try to locate the school office.
I enter a pair of double doors with the words: 'School Office' on them. A pretty woman with dark caramel colored skin smiles up at me. "How can I help you?"
"I'm new here and I don't know how to find my locker," I say.
She clicks something on her computer and says, "Name?"
"Lily Luna Potter," I say.
After a few more clicks, she says, "Okay, your number is 798." She pulls out a small slip of paper. "Just follow the numbers on other lockers and you'll find it. Here's this."
I take the paper. "What is this for?" I ask.
"Well I don't want you to be in trouble for being late to class," she smiles again. "If you get to class after the bell, just give it to your teacher or put it on their desk. Anything else?"
"No. I think I have it. Thank you," I smile and walk out the door. Following, the lockers, I finally find mine. I see that there is already a bag and a book in it.
"You my lockermate?" asks a completely goth girl.
"Yeah," I say, a little bit scared.
"Well, my name is Bertie. It's short for Kimberly Ann Jones." A pudgy hand shoots towards mine. I take it and feel something sticky. I pull my hand back. "Sorry bout that," she, or should I say it, says. "Gotta get off sometime."
It gives me a smile with gapped teeth. "What the-?" I'm cut off.
"Please, I'm kidding," she pulls out a small bottle. "It's fake. I like to freak out new kids." It snorts. I give a small fake laugh.
I shove my small French book in the locker and wave to 'Bertie' before finding my next class.
Math. Science. History. English. Music Class. Gym. That's the rest of my day. The math teacher is an extremely unattractive woman with a flat butt. I hate her already. In science I just have the soccer coach as the teacher. History is Mrs. Shortbottom. Sigh. English is with a very relaxed thirty year old. Music isn't anything special. And gym is gym.
French, Science, History, and Gym I have with that Kiki girl. She drove me almost insane. In science, she asked if we could hand out after school. History I almost got sent to the principle's office for causing a disturbance. And in gym. Well, that class is when she actually helped me.
Well, more about Bertie. I asked Kiki and she said Bertie is a huge bitch and bully. I guess I'll find out for myself.
I stand outside the school waiting to be picked up by mum. "So are we still on for this weekend?" I hear a voice behind me. I turn to see Kiki. She's got on ripped skinny jeans and a tank top.
"I guess," I say. "Where?"
"Oh, I heard about a party. Is it okay if we go to your house afterwards? My mum would freak if I come home drunk," she says.
"Umm, I guess." I don't know what else to say.
"Great. Oh, there's my ride!" A guy pulls up in a red car with the top down. She kisses both my cheeks before running off.
When they pull out, mum drives up. "Do you know that wretched girl?" she asks when I get in the car.
"Actually, mum. That's my friend Kiki. Is it okay is she comes over this weekend?"
AN: So I hope this chapter made up for the lack of dialog in the others. I didn't really want to spend a lot of time going into details about every class. I probably should have but the paragragh is just fine. So, ummm, yeah. Tell me what you think!
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