21 August 2012
It had been a pretty normal day at school.
I was busy taking notes while everyone else was busy talking and arguing with each other.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the principle yelled over the loudspeaker.
"I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!!!!! DUE TO A FLOOD THAT DESTROYED THEIR ENTIRE SCHOOL, WE WILL BE RECEIVING A LARGE AMOUNT OF STUDENTS FROM THE UK! THIS IS THEIR FIRST TIME IN AMERICA SO I WANT YOU TO GIVE THEM ALL A WARM WELCOME! BE SURE TO TELL THEM WHAT CLASSES THEY ARE HAVING AND HOW OUR SCHOOL SYSTEM WORKS! THAT WILL BE ALL!"
"Why does she always have to be so loud?" Mary moaned.
"Yay! I've always wanted a British friend! The British are so cool! I can't wait to meet them all!" I said with excitement.
"What's so great about the British anyway? I mean they go around drinking nasty old bitter tea every five seconds, they act like their soooooo smart and are always hating on us Americans!" Damian said.
Just to let you know, Damian is the most obnoxious person in the whole school. No, let me rephrase that. He's the most obnoxious person in the whole world!
I know it's wrong to hate, but I just can't help but hate him!
I mean he's so rude, annoying, and such a jerk!
Oh right.
Back to the story.
"The British are not like that at all! That's just some stupid stereotype! I bet you think all the Irish are drunk leprechauns as well!" I said angrily.
"What?!? They're not?" he said with confusion.
You see?!?!
This is exactly why I hate this guy!
But I should spend less time hating him and more time trying to figure out the best way to welcome all our new transfer students to America.
"Maybe we could ask Leroy, he is British after all," Mary said.
"Yeah I guess we could. He is pretty good at giving advice after all," I said.
So then we all gathered at the pub after school had ended.
"Leroy, Leroy,Leroy! Come on! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Here, let me help you ladies," Damian said.
Ugh.
"LEROY! THEY'RE GIVING OUT FREE BEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He was up in the blink of an eye.
"FREE BEERS?!?!?! WHERE?!?! WHERE?!?!?!?!" he asked desperately.
"Good. Now that your awake there's something we need to ask you," said Damian.
"Hold on a second, there's no free beers?"
"No Leroy, no free beers."
"Damn it! You don't play with a mans heart like that! Didn't anyone teach you bloody kids manners?!?!" Leroy said furiously.
"Excuse me Leroy, we were wondering if you could give us some advice on a problem we have," I asked nervously.
"Well why didn't you just say so then? What seems to be the matter?"
"Well, we were wondering what would be the best way to welcome British people to America."
"I'm afraid this isn't one of the areas I'm best at giving advice, but I'll try my best. Maybe you could through them a party? Or offer them some tea? (the caffeinated kind of course! They'll be jet lag out of their mind for the first few days). Or you could take them sightseeing to see some of the National landmarks. I really dunno. I hope this helps," Leroy said.
"Thank you very much!" I said happily.
On our way home we discussed who would be in charge of what.
I would cook all the food, Mary would make posters and signs, Damian would set up chairs, etc.
I have to go now!
I have cookies to bake and cakes to frost and so much more!
What a wonderful world ch.2 • Opuss № I