Monday, February 27, 2006

my first chapter of book 2^^
CH1: school day

It was my first day of school today. Not having any parent and looking the way I did meant I was asking to be picked on. I put my book bag on my back and walked to the bus stop. A few other kids were there my age. I waved at them and smiled. “what you want?” the one who was smoking asked. “well I-” I said. “I’m going to school if you can see.” one boy, gothic, went into my face and said while the bus was pulling up, “you better watch your back kid”. I backed off a bit and then walked onto the bus.
The driver, a old skinny lady with glasses ask, “please make a seat in seat 1” I looked around and sat at the seat with the number 1 over it. I emptied my backpack and picked everything back up. “good everything here” I smiled. I watched the clock tick until it was 7:30am. The bus stopped and we were let off at the school.
I walked with al the other kids, and found myself at my locker. Number 5688. I opened it up and placed all my things inside, then grabbed a pencil and walked into my home room. I looked around and saw my name tag. ‘Henry’ it was written. Even thought that wasn’t my real name, everyone would freak out if I told them my real name, so I called myself Henry. The teacher came up to me. “nice to meet you, Henry, I am your teacher, Miss Jay,” she held her hand out like she wanted me to shake it. “thank you” I said shaking her hand and smiling.
The bell rang and I sat down. “okay children, time for class,” she spoke grabbing a piece of chalk. “first lesson today is re-learning what simplifying factors.” I began to sweat- maybe if I went back to first grade this would be easier.
She wrote down 4/8. “okay, any hands of what this could be simplified to?” only a few people rose their hands. “Henry, how about you.” I blushed in embarrassment, “well, uh” I gulped. “one-half?” she wrote it down next to it so it looked like 4/8 = ½. “very good” she smiled. I took in a deep breath. That one way just a lucky guess, next time she might send me back to kindergarten.
After hours past, she didn’t call on me. Then the bell rang and it was time for recess. I walked slowly threw the halls and went outside. There were only two teachers, Mrs. Kenny and Mr. Mille. Kids were jumping on the benches, some were smoking behind walls.
I walked over to kids playing basketball and sat on the ground. Some 7th grader came over to me and asked, “you want a hit?” he held out a cigarette. I looked at him and said, “no”. he started to laugh and grabbed me and shoved it in my mouth. “breath in” he said. So I did. He took it away, “now out” so I did. I began to choke. He laughed again. “to pity to even smoke” he said pointing. “no I’m not!” I grabbed it and smoked it. “see?” I was trying not to cough, but then again it helped me calm down. “cool, now your cool, and you can keep it,” he said while the bell rang for lunch. I put it down and smashed it with my foot and ran inside. Hiding my true identity.
We went into the lunch room. I sat down with no lunch at the front table. Some kid went over by me. “hungry?” he asked. “yeah…” I said trying not to act foolish. “Here,” he pushed his trey over in front if me. It was steak, chicken, and peas with milk. “you sure you don’t want it?” I asked nicely. “I’m sure.” I picked up the fork and ate the steak, then I used my hands for the chicken, and I just sat there and sniffed the peas.
The boy looked at me, “why sniff it? You should eat it.” I sniffed It more, “yeah but what is it?” I asked stupidly. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, “peas.” “yeah, I know that, but what’s it taste like?” I asked. He looked at me, “try it.” I went around it with my face for a while, then I picked one up and stuck it in my mouth. I quickly spit it out and grabbed the napkin. “this stuff sucks!” I screamed.
“What’s you name?” he asked. I hesitated, “Henry, what’s yours?” “Michi,” he said. I asked, “that means path, correct?” “yeah” he signed. “Why so depressed?” I asked. “it sucks as a name, for a wo_” he stopped. I looked at him. My eyes wide open, “wolf?” he hesitated, shaking his arm badly.

His bracelet flinging back and forth. “are you okay?” I asked. He turned his head to make eye contact. He was sweating badly. He jumped at me and grabbed my arms and squeezed them hard. “don’t tell, don’t tell!!!” he said over and over. “I wont! I wont!” I said to calm him down. The bell rang. “o’ man I didn’t get to drink my milk!” I said throwing it away and putting the tray away, then running to class.
I learned so much that day, then when the day was over, I went onto the bus again and did homework. The time flew, I was done with the homework and placed it in my bag and got off at the stop.

The smoking kids came back, “care for one?” they said again almost ready to laugh. “yeah, actually I would,” I grabbed his cigarette and took a hit. “damn you cool!” he said grabbing his skate board and taking off. I sighed, putting it down and smashing it. I looked up at the blue sky with no clouds, then down at the cracked sidewalk. The world has changed since I was seven. Even now, age 11 it’s still bad.
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