So, we finished, all five of us with super peculiar last names. Her name, I found out, was Amel and her sur-name was Zidoum. I was sitting next to Elise, Sigrid Louise, and, again, a kind but shy looking girl. Now going on, when it was finally to chose our seats for the year it felt like if the chairs were saying things like nope, wrong one, don’t you dare, I’ll kill you! I finally found a chair on the last row that wasn’t saying anything.
even more complicated as trying to walk on the ceiling with your bare feet! So, I had a bunch of words mixed up in my mind, ”Ouch!” Subsequently, they gave us our Time Sparer (I think) and it was c-o-m-p-l-i-c-a-t-e-d. Wow, now that I think about it, I don’t really remember much! I was trying so hard not to miss a single word the teacher was saying I only understood them by words and not by sentences. Cherry on top, she was our math teacher, I love math! This year, it looked like I was gonna adore math even more! Boy was I lucky to be in the same class as my BFF (best friend forever) and Sigrid and Louise! I was also glad because it looked like I had gotten a super awesome teacher (and pretty too) whose name was Mme Pathier. As I passed the front doors to the recess, I started to panic. No, I’m kidding, it was terrorizing!!!!! I gave my mom and dad a good-bye-but-I-really-don’t-want to-leave sort of kiss. The new girl was very pleasant, her name was Louise and she came from America just like me! She was sitting next to Sigrid and another nice looking girl. Just when I was about to black out, I heard my friend, Elisabeth (Elise)calling out my name. My legs felt like jelly and I was holding on to both my mom’s and dad’s hands like a scared little four year old. It was an immense school of shark whales with the new microscopic ‘fish tank guppies’. There were so many people, not like my old school in America.
When we arrived, it was just like I’d predicted big, confusing, and big again. “6th grade changes lives!” I mean, I want to grow up and everything, but I don’t want to change! And most of all, I don’t want to become a teenager and start smoking, neither do I want to become a pimpled faced freak! All of that information was swirling inside my head like a tornado it felt like my brain was going to explode any moment now! I mean, I was going to be with these buttoned faced freaks for a longtime. Going to school was a gift my parents were actually driving me to school! The motor started, ‘ Vroom, vroom!’ Wow this had to be a dream I didn’t have to walk 1000 kilometers the first day of school! Hooray! So, as we got started towards the CSI, which I thought was called Europole by the way, I started to get car sick. “There’s new clothes on the counter for you Bumble Bee.” I head towards the kitchen and, on the counter, I see a beautiful blue smiley with a pair of red pants, and even a new pair of socks! For once I was actually happy getting dressed! When my parents finally woke up, they told me, half awake, half sleeping Everything that I wore perfectly looked not fit at all for secondary school. Getting dressed was just as complicated as eating. In a few tongue flaps, all that was left was my smiling blue bowl. Afterward, I let my dog take care of the rest. I finally snatched up some stinking Bio-milk with this repulsive Nesquik and drank half of it. Everything that tasted good looked disgusting. At the breakfast table I couldn’t swallow anything. It felt as if I had butterflies in my stomach, and just between the two of us, it felt as if they would be coming out of my mouth any minute.
Today I can still feel how I felt but I can’t explain it. Today I wasn’t in a good mood, but I wasn’t in a bad mood either. “School time, school time, school…” she sang again and again. Then like every morning I hear my sister screaming/singing from upstairs, jumping as if she was a kangaroo I look out my window, it was a chilly morning, but I knew today would be a boiling day. Beep! Beep! Went my alarm like a stupid turkey the day before Thanksgiving.
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