The Day We All Dread

Leaves were falling, people were raiding the store racks, and school supplies had been bought. It could only mean that it was the first day of school. I was standing in front of my mirror putting on my hoop earrings and checking out my new pink and white striped shirt. I had on my new faded jeans with black in-certs and hot pink Plumas. I didn't want to go.

When I got up to the bus stop, Megan was there. She had on very fake black leather pants that made her chubby thighs stick out worse that a sore thumb. Megan wasn't really my friend. We just sat on the bus together.

When the bus rumbled up, I saw the same old, beady-eyed bus driver that I knew had a thing for me. He stared at me the whole way to the back seat, where I decided to sit that year so I could get farther away from him. I met Cherri waiting outside by the stairs. "Man this sucks," she hooted. "The one day we dread is now here."

Some of the popular people walked by talking about their new Abercrombie wardrobe.

"Man, they are so fake," I said, looking at them walk through the doors.

"Yeah, everyone knows American Eagle is way coolio," said Cherri with a smirk. "I mean, who could pass up those awesome earrings."

I laughed again.

"Hey who's that?" asked Cherri. I turned around to see who she was talking about, but all I saw were the same old kids I'd known since 6th grade.

"The kid walking up the steps on the far left side," said Cherri leaning her head over.

"The guy in the black shirt?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Cherri, leaning back and trying not to look too obvious, then smirking. "He's a new kid".

"Hmm, wonder what grade he's in," she said leaning back over to look at him more as he walked into the doors.

"Dunno," I said getting another look at him. He seemed like a skater type to me. He had longish, brown, curly hair. He was tall and really thin. He was wearing a black faded shirt that said "Freak" on the front. Baggy kakis with a metal chain connected from his waist to his knee pocket.

"Come on, lets follow him to see which hallway he goes to," I suggested. We took off at a fast pace trying to follow. He stopped in front of the counseling office and took out a piece of peachy, tan, laminated paper and started to look around. It looked like he was holding a map. He started to walk towards the eighth grade hallway but turned on his heel and started towards the seventh grade hallway.

"Oh, well," Cherri sighed. "Lets hope there will be other new guys in our grade." "Yeah, I hope you're right, 'cause if Kevin asks me out again I'm going to puke."