28 February 2013
The next day, I woke up to find that it was only 6:10 and I had to go to school. I really did hate Mondays. “Ugh, can’t I just stay home all day?” I said to no one in particular. I got up out of bed and went to get my outfit for the day.
Once I was dressed I went to my mini 6” by 6” mirror to brush my hair. Maybe I should do locks of love, I thought as I struggled to brush through my long, wavy hair. I was just about ready to go. Even though, most of the girls at school wore make up, I never did because first of all it took up time in the morning and second I thought putting on make up was like saying, “I don’t think my face is beautiful as it is.” I could probably write a whole essay about how stupid make up is, but I didn’t have time to think of it because at that moment, I saw my bus round the corner at the end of my street.
Quickly, I rushed out of my room, grabbed my backpack, and snatched a bagel from a basket next to the refrigerator where we keep all our bread. I ran to my driveway just before the bus left. “Good mornin’ Hope,” my bus driver said. He had always been very nice to me ignoring how unpopular I was. “Good morning, Mr. C,” I replied back to him. I walked through the narrow aisle stumbling on some backpacks along the way until I finally reached an open seat next to Emmie. “Hi.”
“Hi, Hope,” she replied. “So you like my necklace,” she said pointing to the gift she gave me the day before.
“Yeah, I love it. Thank you so much, again.”
“You’re welcome.”
After about 20 minutes, we arrived at the school. Everyone scrambled to get out of the bus and we all rushed into Middle Brook Junior High like ants flooding back into their anthill. I went to my locker, number 265, and put in my combination lock. I got all my stuff for my 1st and 2nd classes and as I was walking to my homeroom, I felt somebody ram in to me sending my books flying across the hall. As I scrambled to get all my books, I saw Kerry Shane walk by with a smirk on her face. Kerry Shane was one of the most popular girls in school and had done professional modeling. Even though she was popular, she wasn’t very smart. She knew how unpopular I was so she liked to pick on me. I had no doubts that she was the one who pushed me.
I walked into my homeroom, listened to the announcements, and got ready to move to my first period seat because I was staying in the same room for math. The bell rung and I moved to my seat next to Emmie. Once the second bell had rung our teacher, Mr. Bellagora, announced, “Today we will learn about proportions and how to solve equations like,” he quickly scribbled out the equation 8/4=x/2, “for x….”
The class went on for 40 more minutes until he said, “Okay now I’m going to give you an exit slip to see how much you know. I don’t expect anyone to finish because I’m giving you 5 minutes for 200 questions. I want to see who can get the farthest.” Mr. B started to hand out papers, and I readied myself so I could start the minute I got it. As soon as the paper was placed on my desk, I started scribbling out the answers, and in what felt like 15 minutes, I was completely done. I was surprised that class hadn’t already ended and wondered why he said that most people wouldn’t finish.
But then I looked at the clock and saw that it was only a minute since he passed it out! The clock must be wrong, I thought, I couldn’t have completed 200 questions in a minute. It’s impossible! I looked around and saw that the people around me were only on their 6th or 7th question. I decided to pretend work so I didn’t look like a weirdo just sitting and doing nothing. “Okay class times up! I’ll tell you who won next class,” Mr. Bellagora announced.
He went around collecting papers, but when he reached me he stopped with a surprised look on his face. “How’d you complete them all,” he asked his face full of wonder. Before I could answer, a look of realization crossed his face and he said, “You know this counts for a grade, so being lucky is probably too much to ask for.” I wanted to tell him that I didn’t guess and have no idea how I answered them all, but the bell cut me off. I quietly walked out the room along with everyone else.
The next couple of classes went by fast, and suddenly I was in my 4th class of the day, gym. I was dodging balls in gym class. And no, it wasn’t any of the fun units like World Games or Disabled Sports. It happened to be plain old basketball, which I sucked at. Science class was better than this. Actually, I liked science, so that’s a bad analogy. A more accurate one was getting teeth pulled. Everyone hated that.
“Ahh!” I shrieked as a ball whizzed past my ear. Lucas Anderson, the world’s meanest person, of course, had thrown it. I didn’t care if he was one of the most popular guy in school, or a jock, or dating Kerry Shane. Kerry was still too shallow and stupid, and wasn’t even in pre-algebra. They were both idiots, and I just happened to be a perfect target.
Lucas aimed another ball at my head, although they were supposed to be shooting at the hoops. “What, can’t handle the game?” Lucas taunted. But it wasn’t that I wasn’t good at basketball; it was kind of hard to play when a guy half a foot taller than you was trying to take off your head with a basketball. He threw the ball, aimed right for my head. It wasn’t possible to dodge it, but I tried to scoot sideways. Too late, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. But the ball never hit me. When I opened my eyes, I was hovering six feet off the ground, flying. Probably you’re thinking,”What?!” But I’m not lying; I was literally flying in the air like a bird. How is this possible? This day has been so weird. Then it hit me. Maybe this whole thing has been a dream and I’m still in bed. But that idea was crushed when I realized you couldn’t feel things in dreams. Experimentally, I tried walking in air, and it worked. Lucas and the rest of my class were staring at me open-mouthed.
This would only be better if the basketball hit Lucas in the face. As soon as I thought that, the ball whizzed off the ground and hit Lucas full-force in the stomach. A bunch of kids and the teacher crowded over to see what happened, and I set myself lightly on the ground, hopefully not attracting notice.
Wow. First I’m doing 200 questions per minute, and then I’m flying and throwing things at people just by thinking it. What was wrong with me?
PROJECT 12/21: CHAPTER ONE PART TWO • Opuss № I