Author's Note: I believe that when I elaborate on this story it will be quite a comedy. Originally she was going to be going to be in first grade but when you read it you'll figure out why that would seem too young for this narrative. I hope you enjoy it!

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Kids

The Story Club

As my mother drove me to my new school all I could think about was my two best friends Kayla and Laura. All three of us were very different, yet that had never stopped our friendship from growing before. Kayla was short and had long black hair and dark green eyes. Her face was decorated with freckles and her eyebrow’s were small, as though they were barely there. Laura was the skinniest of the bunch and the tallest as well; no strands of her blond hair went past the middle of her neck and that’s the way she liked it. Her eyes were a sky blue, something I had always been jealous of, and her lips were small and thin.

And me?

Well, I’m a plain Jane. My eyes are hazel, my hair brown and puffy, and my figure the same as Laura’s. The only thing spectacular about me is my beauty mark placed right beside my lips, and that’s nothing much.

I didn’t say anything the whole ride there. Faintly, I could hear my mother’s words.

Every now and then, when my thoughts had come to a halt long enough, I could hear little fragments of my mother’s monologue.

“This is a big school; try to stick with friends so you won’t get lost.” I heard my mother say. And, “Be careful to watch out for the bigger kids. If you’re not paying attention they can hurt you.”

When we were finally outside of the building, I couldn’t help but gawk at how large and ancient it looked. On a white sign fenced into the ground there were words that said, “Sunny Vale Elementary.” This was it. This was my new school, and it was large, square, and brown. Compared to my old school Applegate Elementary, this place looks like some type of ancient empire or castle; it looks so ancient that I started to wonder whether my parents and my parent’s parents’ went there as well. Trying to imagine how many children could fit into this school was something I didn’t try to figure out - at least for now.

The both of us – Mother and I – sat silently in the car.

“Well...this is it,” said Mother, and she sighed as if I would not be home in six hours. Mom worried more than any other parent I knew of. Father told me constantly it was all out of love but that didn’t stop it from getting annoying at times.

“I’ll be fine,” I told her as I opened the door. “I’m a third grader now, remember?”

I saw nobody I knew when I reached the lot. There seemed to be thousands of kids and they were all running around and bumping into me with no apologies. I tried to ask someone for help, but nobody was paying any attention to me. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before a large bell startled me and everyone went inside the school as wild as a mob.

And then my day started.

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The teachers led everyone to the lunchroom. It was a large place with blue-tiled floors, white paved walls, and about 15 brown tables. The paint was chipping. Everyone sat anywhere they wanted. I sat wherever I could get a seat and ended up around a whole load of odd looking kids of various ages. Was anyone from Applegate here?

‘Where are Kayla and Laura?’ I thought to myself, although I could hardly hear my own thoughts through all the children’s screaming and loud talk.

A large man with glasses and too much hair stood in the middle of the lunchroom and called out to each person, “Everyone, now if you would please quiet down!”

Nobody paid no attention to the man and only kept on talking and screaming. In response to this reaction the too much hair man blew a horrendously loud whistle and screamed even louder, “If you kids don’t stop talking and listen then I’ll have to give every one of you a detention!”

Everyone shut up then.

Clearing his throat, the man continued, “For all you people who are new here then welcome to Sunny Vale Elementary and for all you people that’s been here for quite some years now then I say welcome to you as well. If you were here last year then you should know exactly what class will be yours, as it was written on your report card. Listen out for your teacher’s name”

He began to call out various peoples’ names and boy was there a lot of them. There was a Mrs. Lars and a Mr. Bob; Mr. Gertrude and a Mrs. Carillary; Mr. Yeretia and Ms. Terra, and so many more. As a name was called a whole group of students got up right after it, forming a line behind a person I assumed was a teacher that’s name was called.

At Applegate, there were only eight teachers and a principal.

When the man was done screaming all the teachers’ names out he straightened his voice again and said, “If you are still sitting down it’s either because you didn’t listen or you’re brand new. If you’re brand new stay there and we’ll assist you shortly, if you didn’t listen then you better hurry up and get a clue or I’ll give you a detention.”

A lot of the people got up when he said that and went to their rightful lines. The detention man nodded his head and, just like magic, the entire group of teacher’s led their lines out of the lunchroom. There were only a handful of people left and I was one among them.

Finally the man and a few other people that stayed behind in the lunchroom started assisting kids. Some big eyed woman with weird gray hair and the body of a stick came to me and said, “Hi dear, I’m Mrs. Grimshaw and you are?”

She had her hand out; I guess she wanted me to shake hands with her. I never got around to even telling her my name before she started talking again. “Lookie here, your home room teacher is Mrs. Gerret. She’s a nice lady. And here’s your schedule.” She stuffed this piece of paper into my hand and walked away before I could ask her what I needed a schedule for.

Trying to find my homeroom class was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. All the other children who stayed behind in the lunchroom with me were brought to their classes by a personal assistant; Mrs. Grimshaw must have forgotten to do that with me. I made it there really late and everyone stared at me like I was an alien when I walked into the room. It was embarrassing and scary. The teacher, Mrs. Gerret, told me to sit down anywhere there was an empty seat and I ended up going to the back of the class, enduring more stares, and sitting in a desk with loads of writing on it.

Nobody talked to me for a while, although everyone, except the boy next to me, was conversing. He was a boy with really light brown hair, black eyes, and a tanned face. He wore glasses too big for his face and his body was probably skinnier then Laura’s; that’s not every day you see that. He wasn’t ugly...he just wasn’t good looking.

“Are you the new girl?” he said to me. He didn’t turn his head towards me; he didn’t even look at me. If I hadn’t been the only girl around him I would’ve thought he was talking to his desk.

“Yes,” I replied.

“The name’s George,” he said, and then he looked at me. After I didn’t say anything back he turned his head back around and didn’t speak to me any more that morning.

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I went the rest of the day red as a beet. I was the only one to scream bloody murder when the bell to switch classes went off but I had never, once in my life, ever heard of a school using a bell so loud to switch classes; heck, I've never even switched classes before. I had hoped that nobody would notice me but it was too late; I had already gotten the title as “Bell Girl” before I barely left homeroom.

What a perfect day this was turning out to be.