A story about eight troubled teens on their first day back to school after spring break.

It was a bright Monday morning, around 6 o’ clock. I had just finished brushing my teeth, hair and washing my face. Hoped down stairs and poured a fresh bowl of Fruit-Loops, when I came to the harsh realization that there was no milk in the refrigerator. Since there was no milk to eat with my Fruit Loops, I tossed the Fruit loops in the trash and put the bowl in the sink. Flew out the door, down the street to the old fire station were me and the other kids waited to catch the bus that took us to school. The name of my high school was “Central High”. The bus Driver was never late. Not me or any of the other kids like the bus drive, because her name was Ms. Psycho and she would put you off the bus in the middle of no where, if you were to get into a fight or disrespected her in any way. Once at school I threw my Book in my locker and head strait for my home room class, 003. When I walked in home room, kid were throwing paper plains, paper balls, pencils, pens, chalk, erasers and even hair barrettes. Man!” It looked an in inside of a hurricane; so I did my best to just find an empty desk because, there was some angry looking guy sitting at mine. The only empty desk was this shiny new looking one in the middle of the room, that some one scratched “bleach was here” on it. After I sat down the home room teacher walked in and introduced her self “Hello class my name is Ms Pool”, every one immediately stop what they were doing, sat in there seats and did not make one sound. The boy next to me whispered, man she’s cute”. As I thought to my self, she is cute a little. Ms Pool was a short lady with a light blue silky dress on that stopped right at her knees. Next she asked does every one know what there next class is, yes! The class room yelled.

“Bring” the fist period bell rang. See you all later Ms. Pool said out loud as I and the rest of the students made are way, out the door and down the hall to get our first period Book out our lockers. My first period class was Geometry; “man I hate Geometry.” So I grabbed my Book,walk to my next class and sat in a desk way in the back of the class. The teacher walked in and said hello to the class. His name was Mr. Goodman. Mr. Goodman explained our syllabus and also everything we were going to be studying. After that, the lunch bell ranged, so I when and put my Book back in my locker. While at my locker I noticed this skinny girl down the hall was looking at me, so I walked up to her and asked “are you looking at me”? Yes, the girl replied with theses big eyes, hi I’m peach my friends just call me peaches. So I introduced my self, then we went our own separate ways to the launch. Once, I made it to the lunchroom door and reach for the handle, the door flew open hitting me in the face; “POW”. I looked up and saw this boy. O” snap I’m sorry, my name is ted all my friends just call me teddy, are you OK? He asked. Sure I replied I’m fine. Well let me make it up, are you thirty? He said. Sure I said, so we made are to the soda machine and sat down at this table full of kids. Normally at lunch time, I would just sit at a table with the leases amount of students. But today was different. After we sat down, I noticed that the girl name peach that I said hi to in the hall was sitting a couple of sits down. Wow, today was the weird’s day of my life. Next, the boy named teddy asked me “what are you doing after school to day?” I said nothing ready, and then he replied “since you’re not doing any thing after school, why don’t you come with me and some friend of mine to the mall. I said sure; well meet us behind the school at 3’ o clock. “Cool” I said. So when the last bell rang, I made my way out the wood shop class doors to the back of the school. Once, I opened the doors all I saw was a cheery red candy paint mustang with Teddy, peaches, the angry looking boy that was at my desk in home room, and some mystery girl.

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