Author: SalvioHexia PM
Emma Gonzales entered junior year under the impression that everything was going to be the same. Same school, same friends, same prat James , same everything. She was so wrong.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Words: 903 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-25-12 - id: 3025678
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Chapter One: June 7: The First Day
First Day of School
This is it, Diary. First day of junior year. Ugh. Where the hell are Jesse and Marlene? Gits. I'll wait for them, I guess. Bloody gits. They told me we'd meet each other here.
Oh shi—. The guard's looking at me weird. What the eff, guard. Chill. Relax. Chillax, alright? (Ooh, that was clever. 'CHILLLAX', hm.) I'm wai—Okay, fine. I'm going in. Those aforementioned female gits could wait for themselves. Gits. She-dogs.
Let ten months of torture begin.
Well, the she-dogs were already in the classroom when I got in. They were all happy and laughing, oblivious to the fact that their best friend was not with them! Where is the justice here? So I tiptoed (stomped and kicked, really, but what's the difference?) towards their seats, purposely positioning my face directly in front of them. I was about to open my mouth to scream at them when—
"Oh, Emma, you're here! We've saved you a seat!" Marlene told me brightly.
They saved me—They—They saved me a seat! Oh, what angels! Pure, uncorrupted, wonderful angels! I take that 'she-dog' and 'git' part back. Cue heavenly choir. HALLELU—
"Thanks," I smiled. One has to keep her emotions in control. I'm suave like that. I took my seat beside Jesse, who was in between Marlene and me. There were four seats in a row, and I was sitting beside an empty one.
"Hey Jess, who's sitting here?" I asked.
"I don't know," Jesse shrugged, looking up from her book. "It was empty when we got here."
"Okay, then," I replied and put my things in said empty chair. I'm sure that whoever the wonderful person sitting in this chair was, he/she wouldn't mind and would be simply wonderful. That's how optimistic I was. It took much restraint not to force-feed chocolates into everyone's mouths right then and there.
"Good morning, class," our new adviser sauntered to the front of the class. "I am Mrs. Kay Reyes, your adviser and English teacher for this school year. Today we will have a short orientation, okay?
"Yes ma'am," we all answered like good kids.
Mrs. Kay Reyes's well-prepared speech was interrupted by a panting boy (technically, beast) that goes by the lovely (horrible) name of James Andrew Rodriguez. He is quite a charming (terrible) young lad (monster-in-training), actually. With a sorry smile (wait, what?) he bounded across the classroom and sat next to me, nonchalantly pushing my stuff to the floor. Git.
"Git," I whispered, throwing him my fiercest glare (Not only am I suave, I'm also fierce).
"She-git," he whispered back, smirking.
"Man-whore," I shot back, keeping my voice down.
"Harlot," he replied with an amused glint in his eyes.
"Miss Gonzales, Mister Rodriguez, would you like to share whatever it is you're talking about to the rest of the class?"
No, that was why we were whispering, Kay Reyes.
May it be noted that said class was completely silent and looking at us like we were murderers.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I shot one last glare at James and picked up my things.
That slimy git's already got me in trouble and it's only the first ten minutes.
NOTES DURING ORIENTATION
-With commentary by Emma Gonzales
No fighting. (Psh, as if.)
No being noisy/rowdy/behaving like rabid animals. (Yeah, and no breathing, too.)
Teachers are friends. (Yeah, as long as they don't sprout fangs and figuratively eat us alive)
Respect each other. (I wish.)
If you have homework problems, don't hesitate to ask your teachers. (Seriously, when has someone actually done this?)
I'm hungry. Can't wait for recess.
Oh, this sandwich is so good.
WHY CAN'T I MARRY THIS SANDWICH?
Our teachers just had these mini-orientations. I wasn't really listening, it was getting repetitive. Besides, I was planning my wedding with aforementioned sandwich.
Someday I will be Mrs. Emma That Sandwich.
Excuse me while I consume my lunch.
After dinner, almost bedtime
I don't know how I could stand being that git's seatmate for a whole school year. Ugh. Why is he such a git? He's been a git since forever, seriously.
Doesn't one get tired of being a git for fifteen years or so? Wouldn't one say "Oh, I've been a git for fifteen years or so! Silly me. I'm so tired. I'll be nice now."
See? That would bring peace and joy to the world's population. But no. He just keeps on being a git.
Number of times I have contemplated murdering/torturing/maiming/seriously injuring a certain git in a cold-blooded fashion: 1
A/N: Chapter one! Teehee. This story was inspired by Commentarius, a Jily fanfiction by the very talented B.C Daily. The writing style is loosely based on Meg Cabot's The Princess Diaries series.
Please do excuse em if you find any mistakes in grammar or spelling. English isn't my first language, so. Don't hesitate to tell me, though.
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