Today was the first day of school. I was very excited. I just moved to Los Angeles, California. My name is Zoe Florence Laine. I am the new student btw ( btw: by the way ). I got into a new school. I am thirteen.
I am so excited to meet new friends. I have short curly not-so dark brown hair, brown eyes and light skin. So when Mom took me to school, it had a black sign saying: ‘ White Middle School ’ and I was SO excited...
More than so excited. I knew that I was going to meet new friends.
Well, last year in my old school, I was the only one that didn’t have a CCP ( Cool, Cute & Popular ) group. I was normal. Every girl had one. Since my bff Lana decided to not be my friend anymore just because of her stupid little group, I was lonely. You must be thinking Come on, get a new friend, don't be shy but it was a hard decision to get a new friend. Lana was the nicest girl I knew in my old school and even worse, all my friends were in her side. I mean, I told my parents, Jacklin Laine and John Florence. They told me to just go get a new friend but it wasn’t easy: Lana was worshipped by EVERYONE and also admired by EVERYONE.
So the fourth time I told them that I didn’t want to be in my old school anymore because it was a HORROR to be in there, they decided to make me go to a new school. Finally! I am FREE from the TERRIBLE days that I had to be in there. So when I got in there, it was full of kids chatting with these people and around these big awesome red lockers.
I was with my backpack and I walked. I saw a sign saying:
I got in there. There was a man with brown hair, brown eyes and not so light skin. “ Well hi Ms. Florence. Welcome to our school, White Middle School. I would like you to fill this in.... ” he gave me a paper. I filled it in...
Welcome to White Middle School
Name: * Zoe Florence Laine *
Parents: * John Florence & Jacklin Laine *
Siblings: * Stacey Florence Laine *
Welcome to White Middle School! We are so happy to have you! So you know, we are also White Elementary School but we are in another building and also we have White High School!
For you to know, we also have a lot of rules...
1. Never call your teacher by her/his last name, if you do it, you get a suspension for one day ( it is disrespect for us and also, the teachers are used to be called without their last name ).
2. Always call the teachers Mr. or Ms. (you are allowed to for example, say your teacher is called Wendy, you must call your teacher Ms. Wendy ).
3. Never violate. If there is any violation done here, you get suspended for a few days.
4. Never bring fidgets to our school. If any student is seen having a fidget on their hands, they will be suspended.
5. Do not bring peanuts. 80% of our school is allergic to peanuts.
Never bring peanuts or anything that a classmate or teacher is allergic to. If you do, you will be suspended for two days.
6. Never disrupt. If any disruption occurs, your teacher will send you to Mr. Hengon's office.
Any allergies? Write them down...
I agree to follow the rules and if I break them, I accept suspensions.
Zoe Florence Laine *
*: stuff I wrote
I gave it to him “Thank you, Zoe. So my name is Austin Hengon. But please call me Mr. Hengon. So Zoe, have any questions? ” he asked
“Um, do we have any language classes? ” I asked “ Yes, we have French Classes. So did you bring your materials? ” the question about if I brought my materials was obvious that I DID bring my materials.
“ Yes... nine lined notebooks, one graphed notebook, one blue erasable pen and one red earsable pen. ” I said. “Perfect. So you’re in... ” he said with a notebook that had some stuff written “ Ms. Janette’s class, eight grade. So there will um, do you want me to come with you or.... well, better I'll just give you the map and draw an x where you’re class is. ”
Wow, Mr. Hengon you're so lazy I thought but I should not judge him, maybe he needs to do work. He got a paper of the map of this school.
He drew an x and gave it to me “Thank you. ” I said “ You’re
welcome. ” he told me. I grabbed it and left. I looked at the map
“ Okay.... Ms. Jannette’s class... ” I said looking at the paper and walking. People turned around and looked at me like if I was famous or something. Some girls whispered stuff about me... I could hear:
“ Who’s that? ” “ What one the world.... Hayley, do you know who she is? I never seen her. ” “ Zach, do you think that she’s a new student? ”
I just nervously looked at them and looked around. I looked at the map. I passed four rooms. Ms. Jannette’s room is more forward. And then, I finally found it. Wait a minute! Mr. Hengon didn’t tell me which locker number I had! Gosh. So I went all the way back “ Um, Mr. Hengon, do you know my locker number? ” I asked nervously “ Oh, apologizes that I forgot to tell you. Your locker number is 259. ” he said
“ Thank you. ” I told him “You’re welcome. ” and so I had to walk again to that hallway. I saw the same people. So I just walked around and was nervously silent. They still looked at me. I had my supplies in a bag and my notebooks on my hands. My lunch and snack was in my sky blue backpack that I was using it. I got to locker 259. I did not know the code. I was worried. So I bumped my head and went back. “ 3010 . ” he said and I headed back. So I got there and putted my notebooks on the floor and putted the code. I opened it and grabbed my notebooks. I organized them from largest to smallest. Under was a squared hole. It was obviously for my backpack. I took off my backpack and putted it in there. I had this box that was in the size of my materials and it was to put them in there.
It could close and you had to put this thingy up to secure it. So that was it, I closed my locker and locked it with the lock. After I came in to the
classroom. My cheeks were red. “ Well Welcome! You seem to be the first student to come in. I’m your teacher, Ms. Janette. I am pleased to meet you. ” she said smiling. We shook hands “ So your name is...”
“ Zoe. Zoe Florence Laine. ” I said. “ How old are you? ” she asked
“ Um, I’m fourteen and a half. I will be fifteen soon. ” I said “ Oh nice.
So if you’re interested to keep a diary... I know tons of girls like to keeps diaries. I don’t know about boys but they can keep one, too. ” she said. “ Oh, thank you. ” I said “ You’re welcome. Here, come pick one. ”
I mean, a teacher NEVER gave me away a notebook for me to keep it as a dairy. So here it is, this is what I am writing on. I don’t write " dear diary " because that’s not my style. My style is " Chapter ".