SPELLING ERRORS, i don't care. I am bored
so THIS IS WHAT I DO.
lol I am going to have an "A" for my journals next time, Poor Mr. Lon have to read all this crappy writing T^T





Chapter 2:
It's OK, I really don't need anything.
I couldn't take this, the crowded streets the pushing and shoving into the small doors of the school. Two entrances and everyone choose this one. I entered the school, the entrance of the school had a huge banner welcoming the children back into the school, who wants to be welcomed into this hell hole of a school, I looked around completely unaware of anything. What was I supposed to do, I don't know where anything is, I am completely lost, God, how I wish I talked to that girl.
“Need help?” Devon stood behind me, with her huge smile.
“Are you stalking me?”
“No, but I can read your thoughts and well, you need help don't you?” Read my thoughts what am I in X-MEN?
“Yes, I guess you could show me around.” I said, looking apologetically at this poor girl who keeps trying so hard to be my friend, she is going to regret it, I know she will.
“So, what is your name? Emma, Eliza, Ellie?”
“Uh, It's Elizabeth, but you can call me Liza for short, if you like.”
“No, Elizabeth will be just fine, it's a very beautiful name.”
“Thanks, your too kind” I said sarcastically, Devon grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the large hallway, and down a smaller hallway till we reached the smallest hallway I have seen.
“This is the office you need to go to.” Devon got really quiet. “Your going to have to go get your roster, I will be out here waiting for you.”
“Why don't you come with me?” I asked, still amused with the tiny hall.
“Uh, because I can't, registered students are not allowed in the registration office, it's against the rules, and I don't want to break any rules.” I gulped and hurried down the tiny hallway, which seemed to get smaller by every inch I walked. I got to the door, and knocked three times.
“Who is it?”
“Elizabeth Trotter, the new student”
“Oh yes dear, come on in.” I heard a loud click and I pushed the door open, I peaked in my head and then pulled my whole body in. The whole office had a sort of hospital feel to it, strange since this was an office, The whole place was white, the walls, the desk, the computers, the outfits, everything was consumed with white.
“Miss Trotter, here is you roster, for the first semester, everyone is getting their second roster in January, children in this school have a habit for losing things.” She giggled, and I left, I didn't feel like saying anything, I looked at my classes, and then placed the piece of paper in my pocket.
“Elizabeth, let me see, let me see!” Devon chanted as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the roster.
“Oh my, we have all the same classes together.” She let out this loud scream slash gulp thing. I didn't know that to say, but at least I will have someone to talk to even though, they may annoy me. I guess, maybe I could deal with this.
“Why aren't you aloud in the office.”
“I have no idea, its just a rule, I think it's because thats the registration office and they don't want to get the kids confused, you know?”
“I guess.”
“So where too?”
“Apparently, chemistry.” I rolled my eyes and followed Devon down the empty halls.
“Is it always this empty?” I looked down the dead hallway.
“No, no,” she answered, “it's morning time everyone is at their first period class.”
“So, I am guessing we are late?”
“You guessed correctly.”
“What do I win?” Devon opened the door to the chemistry class,
“A detention,”
“For me?” I asked baffled.“I just got into this school,”
“Oh you must be Miss Trotter, and what about you Miss Leah?” The large teacher asked hovering over his desk with what looked as if he put anymore weight on it would snap in two.
“I needed to take her to the office so she could get her classes, Mr. Mel.”
“Both of you take a seat, I will deal with you later.” I began moving for an open desk, preferably next to Devon.
Chemistry and me didn't get along, I don't like chemicals and basically anything to do with math, this would be my second time taking this class, I failed it last time because I refused to do any work, I am never going to be able to pass this class. I am going to need some sort of tutor or something.
“Miss Trotter over there,” He pointed to the far back table in the corner of the class with a boy staring out of the window, with his eyes glued on something out there. I walked slowly with my head down to the back table, making sure I didn't trip and land on something that me and my mother couldn't afford to replace. “Miss Leah over there.” I heard Mr. Mel say as I pulled myself onto the stool still looking at the floor. The boy next to me didn't know I existed right now, he had his sights on something better, I tried to look sneak a peek on what this boy was looking at but no luck. Nothing but trees and grass.
“Mr. Octavian, pay attention, you need to pass this class.” I know I am not going to like this class, not one bit. The boy next to me shook his head and glanced my way. I just looked up to Mr. Mel who began teaching something about organisms. His long pony tailed hair swung across his back as he talked, and had sweat profusely coming out of his creamed color shirt. I looked over to see if I could find Devon, she was sitting in the same back row as me, talking to the boy that Mr. Mel had placed her next too. I am not going to have anyone to talk to in this class. I laid my head on the desk and drifted away.