Chapter 6: New Life
Walking down the sidewalk, thinking of how awesome my new year in the sixth grade was going to be. I see Gerard and Mikey ahead of me waiting for the bus. “Thanks for waking me up!” I said sarcastically to both of them. “Hey I thought that was Olivia’s job!” Gerard said jokingly. Mikey laughed.
Mikey and me montaged about the new year in the new school, and Gerard gave us some helpful advice. The bus had arrived and we all boarded it. I saw Steph and immediately sat next to her. Mikey sat in the seat next to us where this other guy was sitting. Mikey said hi to the guy sitting in the seat Mikey was in.
Mikey has been very outgoing ever since I stood up for him that day in the third grade. The guy said hi back. He had red, puffy hair. Sort of like an Afro.
“Hey, who is that guy with Gerard?” Steph asked. I turned around and saw Gerard laughing with someone. He had black short hair. It was short except for the bangs, they hung in front of his face and waved around every time he would make a dramatic head movement.
This guy’s hotness distracted me. “Hello? Are you there? Ami?” Steph said while waving her hand in front of me. “Huh? Oh sorry!” I said. “So do you know who it is?” Steph asks me again. “I don’t know” I say taking one last glance at him.
We got off the bus and Steph and me took a look at the school. “Wow! Big!” I said. Steph agreed then I looked at Mikey and he was already walking off with his new friend. We walked towards the school and once we entered Steph and I got separated from the huge crowd of older people. I got lost and couldn’t find the way to my A period class. I was fifteen minutes late. The teacher let go though.
I got out of class holding a whole lot of binders. Then the mob of scary older kids came. It seemed like I was the only one going the opposite way they were. I got knocked around, pushed and finally to the floor. It felt like a violent moshpit. When the violent mob went to their classes, I tried to clean up all my papers and put them back in my binder. Then all of a sudden someone trips over me. I go back to the floor and I look at who tripped over me like a rock. It was Gerard’s friend!!
“Oh, I am so sorry!” he apologized. “I-it’s ok…” I stuttered. He helped me clean up my papers and books. “By the way, my name is Frank” he said while helping me clean up. “Oh, I’m Ami” I responded. “Oh, you’re Gerard’s sister right??” he said excitedly. “Ya, You are his friend right? I saw you two on the bus this morning.” I said no trying to seem stockerish. We kept talking even though we knew we were late for class, and my binders were all cleaned up.
I really never felt like this before towards a person. It feels weird. Every time you are near them your stomach explodes. Every time you talk to them you stutter and trip over your words. Could this be…love??
