Chapter 1: The Torture Begins
After an entire year of being treated like the older, smarter kids, Ali, Jessica, and Kylia became three of many babies of school.
“It’s our last day as 5th graders. In August, we will be middle school girls,” Kylia said at first happy, then she realized, “Wait! That’s not a good thing! We’re gonna be the become babies of school!”
“I know! It’s gonna feel like kindergarten all over again, except with harder work!” Jessica agreed.
Ali, who had an older sister wasn’t that worried. Her sister had survived two years of middle school. “We’ll be fine. I mean how bad can it really be?”
In August the three girls stood in front of Lakeview Middle School, Jessica and Kylia scared to go any further. The three of them looked at each other, hooked arms, and walked into the school, with their heads held high and smiles on their faces. Kids around them stared. Some giggled. A few kids had a look of jealousy on their faces.
“Who do those girls think they are?” whispered eighth grader, Annabelle Huff to her best friend, Caitlyn Reeves. They both had confused expressions.
We just kept walking until we reached the office. “Hello girls, the secretary said to us, “Sixth graders?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m Ali Grendo,” I told her.
“Oh, a Grendo? Glad to have another one.” I blushed.
“Hi, I’m Jessica Rodreguiz.”
“And I’m Kylia Steffen.”
“Very lovely names, girls. Let me go find your schedules.” About a minute later, she came back with our schedules. “Here you go girls. Have a great day.”
“Thanks Mrs…” We all paused.
“Mrs. Amoes,” She replied.
“Thanks”
We looked at our schedules in the hall. Jessica and I had the same homeroom. We hugged Kylia goodbye, and walked away, trying to find room 34.
Kylia looked at her schedule, room12, the opposite direction as room 34. On her way to her room, she ran into Annabelle Huff. “Walk much?” Annabelle shouted at her.
“Sorry,” Kylia replied quietly.
“Yeah, you better be sorry!” Annabelle turned away, and flipped her long blonde curls in Kylia’s face. Kylia just kept walking.
Meanwhile, Jessica and I found our room right away. Our teacher, Mrs. Bryce was standing at the door. She was wearing a pretty blue dress, and her red hair was up in a ponytail. “Hi, you must be Ali Grendo, Nicole’s sister,” she said to me.
“Yeah.”
“You look just like her. What’s your name?” She asked Jessica.
“My name’s Jessica Rodreguiz, hi.”
“Hello, find your name and sit down.”
We found our names, which were right next to each other. We sit in the third row, me three seats over, her 2 seats. When I sat down, I whispered to Jessica, “I wonder how it’s going for Kylia.”
“Me too.”
Kylia walked into her class room, and looked around for anyone she knew. She found her friend Amber. “Hey, Amber!”
“Ugh. What do you want?”
“What do you mean? All I did was say hi.”
“Listen, Kylia, I know we were friends last year, but this is middle school and you’re, um, how do I put this nicely; uncool.” Kylia just stood there confused.
Chapter 2: Welcome
“Class, please find your name and sit down.” The teacher, Ms. Bonmark told the class politely. “Welcome to middle school! How many of you are nervous?” Almost the entire class raised their hand. “Okay. How many of you know at least one person on this class?” Again, almost the entire class raised their hand. “Wow, that’s a first. Normally no one knows one another. I apologize if you don’t like your seats. I will let you choose your seats after about a week, but for now, get to know the people who sit around. Especially if you don’t know anyone.”
The announcements came on, “Welcome back! Well, to most of you. Welcome to middle school to all of our sixth graders. I hope you enjoy your new school. To start off the day here is you eighth grade student body president with a little word of advice.” Principal Marst said.
“Hello. As most of you already know, I’m Annabelle Huff, your student body president. I would like to welcome back all of our returning students. A let our new sixth grade classmates know, this is a great school and you will have loads of fun.”
“Ha! Yeah right!” Amber whispered to the girl sitting next to her, Jenna.
“I wanted to tell you guys some advice to help you on your first couple of weeks here. Most teachers are pretty laid back and will allow you to be late, but you can’t take advantage of that. They only do that because they understand it can be hard to adjust at first. There are many different classes you can take. Today, you will go to each encore class and learn about them. Afterwards you can decide which THREE classes you want to take. I hope you enjoy your first day here, and I hope the older students don’t bother you too much. Have a great day.”
“Do all of you know where the gym is?” Mrs. Bonmark asked.
“Yes,” The entire class replied.
Kylia had already made friends with the girl she sat by, Alexis, so we were going to sit next to each other in the gym.
“Hello students. Again, I’m Mrs. Marst. You will be going to the different encore classes to learn about hem then choose which three you want to do. You will be with your class and 3 or 4 other classes.”
“Jess, we might get to be with Kylia!”
“I hope we are.”
“Mrs. Bonmark, Mrs Bryce…”
Before she could finish, Jessica and I looked at each other and screamed, “Yes! I love this school already!”
When Kylia screamed, her new friend, Alexis asked, “Why are you screaming?”
“Our class is with my best friend’s class so I’m happy I get to be with them,” Kylia replied.
“Oh. What class are they in?”
“Mrs. Bryce.”
“Really? My friend, Jenna is in that class.”
“Kylia!” Jessica and I shouted.
“I know we have only been away for a little while, but I missed you guys!”
“Same here, Ky,” Jessica told her.
“This is Alexis. I sit be here in class.”
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello. Have you seen a girl named Jenna?”
“There’s no Jenna in our class.”
“Yes there is. She’s my best friend and said she had Mrs. Bryce.”
“Well then she lied.” Alexis walked away, furious. We all started laughing. “Wow.”
“Girls, let’s go, we don’t want to miss any of the art presentation.” Mrs. Bryce said to us.
“Hello. Welcome to art class. Everyone loves this class. So much that there isn’t room for everyone that wants to be in it.”
“I hope we get to be in it,” Kylia whispered. What Kylia didn’t know was Jessica and I didn’t want to be in art.
“Yeah me too.”
“In this class we will be sculpting, drawing, and painting. Sometimes we have kids stand in the front and pose while the rest of the class draws them. That’s one of everyone’s favorite things to do. We will also be going outside to draw some nature and maybe sculpt some. Every Friday is a free day or a day to catch up on things you missed or need to finish.”
“Sounds like so much fun,” Kylia said excitedly.
“Yeah it sure does,” Jessica replied. “Come on Ali, we gotta tell her we already know what classes we want and this isn’t one of them.”
“No, that would break her heart more.”
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