The Apple

           I walked into the classroom and saw the robots all in their matching uniforms. And what was that--Matching shoes?! Oh my gosh. Could it get any weirder?

           I took a seat across from Alex. He smiled when I sat down. I listened to that pale, skinny teacher for hours, only taking out a random book when everybody else did. I was too busy thinking about my Dad. He didn't even say where he was going this time. He usually sends a postcard or calls. Who knows where he is......

          Riiiing. Lunch time.

          I grabbed my small paper bag out of my bookbag and headed out the door. People were staring at me, but mostly at my shoes or small paper bag. Everybody else had like a Juicy coture lunch box or some kind of fancy, nice bag or box. I had no idea where the lunch room was so I followed the flow of people. They all lead to a large gym with long tables set up.

         I went and sat down at a small circle table that had 2 people already there. Every other table was piling up with people. I sat down slowly and cautiosly. Both of the girls were attractive. One had shiny straight red hair. She had a choker on around her neck and bright blue eyes. The other had wavy brown hair. She had fat lips and a lot of rings on. She had gold loop earrings in her ears.

         "Hi. Um, I am Kate Richter. I am new. So far my first day was kind of blan. What are your names?"

         They looked up. They smiled big smiles like they had known me forever. "I am Ellen." Said the girl with the red hair. "And this is my friend Carol."

        I smiled. We started to have a conversation about the school and everything around them.

        Suddenly Carol looked up. "Oh no. Here come the Barbie doll." She said, looking at a blond girl walking over to their table.

        "Its Liz. She rules this school." Carol said as Liz walked over at their table.

        "Hi. I saw you had a little lunch, and I had a few things I did not want. I thought you might want my apple." Liz said with a smile plastered on her tan face.

           "I had a few extra apples and oranges. I thought you might want one." Liz said handing out an apple and an orange. I shook my head a quick no. I hated both fruits.

           "Oh, well that's to bad. If you don't want them for yourself, you can always give them to Mrs. Lennel. She loves apples. But she hates oranges. Her favorite color is apple red. She is in love with eating apples. She is the teacher that is about 30 years old--the student teacher you will have in literature. She has thick brown hair and glasses. You will recognize her. She probably will have her name written on the board or something." Liz  continued, with a high, sweet voice that was almost creepy.

           I smiled and held out my hand for the apple. I thought that i might as well have a decent first impression on the teachers. Liz kindly handed me the apple. She looked back at the table she came from and noticed that some of the girls were laughing. She put her finger to her lips  and motioned them to be quiet.

          I decided that I was finished so I grabbed my binder, book, and apple and headed out the door, waving goodbye to Carol and Ellen. I walked down the hallway until I saw a red door that had a sign hung on it saying "Mrs. Lennel." I walked it and found a desk.

 

Author's Note

please notice that "Lennel" is spelled the same backwards and fowards!!!! hahahahah

Reviews

[Kelsey Desmond]

haha-it almost makes me laugh because it is so cute. You showed great voice in this chapter. It is wonderful. Thanks for requesting it for me, Ev!

--Kels