|What NOT To Do On The First Day Of Eighth Grade
Author: MadiBuzz PM
The number one thing you shouldn't do on the first day of school. In my case, at least. One shot. Rated T just for safety. Please read and review, it means the world to me. :Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Drama - Words: 725 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-10-11 - id: 2951167
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Aloha! So this piece is written without a lot of self-editing, so if it's a little sloppy that's why. Based off of real events. Enjoy!
PS- Reviews make me dance around my house as if having some sort of nerve spasm. XD
It all started out like any other morning in the crowded hallways of Mckernan school. You know, students desperately scribbling on worksheets in an attempt to finish their homework, the distinct slam of someone hastily closing their locker down the hall, the occasional jingle-jangle of a passing teacher's keys and the occasional shouts about cheese above the rest of the ever-present conversation. Add a bunch of familiar faces and the scent of freshly sharpened pencils and you've got a description for the first few days of school, specifically mine.
Now, let me make one thing clear before I tell this tale: Ms Luthersand has always been my favourite teacher. She's everything that a student loves about a teacher: she always has a great story to tell, she knows how to make a lesson interesting (there's never a dull moment in her class), she's funny, and she understands the students better than they would expect. In other words, people like her because she just makes it very difficult not to. I didn't mean for this to happen, but it did, so now here I am on my computer searching trying to find a very specific kind of Minnie Mouse mug.
I was fine at first. Everything, in fact, was fine until the second bell.
That's when IT happened.
In my fast-moving haze, I decided to take a 'shortcut' to get to my seat. I didn't even realize until I heard a series of gasps and the brutal kind of CRACK that could only signal some kind of breakage behind me that I had just shattered her Disney cup. Apparently as I had rushed past her desk, my new schoolbag had swung out just a little further than I thought, triggering what could only be described as a mild form of chaos.
Quiet spread all across the room like a thick blanket, smothering out all noise within a matter of seconds. I'm still not quite sure who is was that said "Wow..." in the background, because for a few seconds, reality seemed cold and distance. Of course, I was still trying to pick up my jaw from off of the floor, so you shouldn't be surprised. Once the initial shock wore off, the panic set in. Involuntarily, my hands flew to my mouth to muffle my horrified murmurs of "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...".
I stared down at the scene, distraught at the sight. What was once a brilliantly yellow floral mug with the familiar face of the one and only Minnie Mouse expertly painted on it now lay on the floor
I can't explain why, but I felt absolutely horrible. I wasn't scared, Ms. Luthersand has NO temper whatsoever, but breaking a possession that belonged to my favourite teacher while she was gone climbing Mount Kilimanjaro really upset me. Being the type of person who will feel bad for the better part of a day about bumping into a stranger, this was a doozy. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes before I even sat down, the humiliation and guilt finally taking over me.
The rest of class went by in a blur, as I spent the majority of it trying (and failing miserably, I might add) not to cry. In my somewhat emotional state I almost forgot to take notes, and as a result stumbled my way through the majority of the class. Feeling desperate and defeated, I walked out in a slump to my next class. My friends knew how awful I felt, but their usually comforting words did nothing for me. I was numb. I just wanted to crawl back to bed, pull up the blankets and stay there for a while. My only thoughts read something along the lines of "Where the hell am I going to find a replacement?"
More importantly, how am I going to find one before she gets back?
We'll have to wait and see.