MsBehave
09-23-2006, 06:31 AM
Since I have nothing else better to do, i am going to make a pretty little story with my amazing peanut imagination. This is going to be 6 parts, one for each day of the week of the story and an introduction to the story. The parts will be divided into chapters after that.. Here you go, hope you like!
Introduction-
In Rocky Point High School, each and every student is forced to sit through exactly eight hours of school, divided by six periods of classes, five minutes passing periods to get to your class, and forty-five minutes of lunch and snack. Most people, like Cami, thought the first period of the day was the worst period. I mean, you have to suffer through that little voice in your head that tells you ‘Five more periods… muahaha!’ which is annoying when you are half asleep because it is seven in the morning. But others, specifically the only sixth period chemistry class, thought differently.
Sixth period is considered the happiest period of them all. All you have to do is glue your eyes open, look alive, shake your head, and yell out ‘That’s right!’ or ‘Great point!’ every five minutes or so. Then at exactly three minutes past three in the afternoon, the glorious school bell rings four times, and you are free to leave school. Sadly, my teacher, Mr. DelCaff, thought differently, and kept us in his room for up to half an hour extra each day for no reason at all.
Mr. DelCaff was an elderly man, but he was still considered the best teacher on campus by many other teachers. He carried around this huge, gross orange briefcase, which clashed horribly with the same brown suit he wore every day. Even though we did not know what was in the case, the students of room two hundred and thirteen still wondered every day. Some say he carried around wigs, because from day to day his black hair magically grows and shrinks inches or so; others thought he carried all of his tests and answers, and it was their dearest ambition to run away with the case, copy everything, and replace it.
But it was I, Dizzie Brown, who was the first and last student to ever look inside of Mr. DelCaff’s mysterious suitcase. To this day I still regret it, and I wish I never thought about looking in the first place. But a few months ago, it was all anybody in the class could ever think about, and for a good reason.
Part One-
Chapter One-
The worst month of my life officially started July first.
It was starting off just like any other boring ordinary day. I tried to wake up at five thirty as usual, because I am really grumpy in the morning and usually fall back asleep within minutes of waking up.
“Dizzie, you are going to miss the bus if you don’t wake up…” my mother said. She had a kind of annoying voice, well, to me anyways since I have heard her nag me so many times to wake up.
“Okay, five more minutes.” I said dreamily. If there is one thing I don’t like, it is waking up whenever my mom says to wake up. I love being independent, and my mom knows that, but if I am independent with an alarm clock it usually ends up smashed to smithereens.
Fifteen minutes later, my mom came in again. When she opened the door, the Weather Channel’s daily forecast blasted into my half awake ears.
“Dizzie, I made something for you! But only if you wake up.” Mom said.
All of the sudden, a sweet smell of cinnamon was shoved near my nose. If there was one thing my mother could do right, it was making pretty great waffles with cinnamon and whipped cream.
“Well, I have to go to work. But if you want this...” The smell suddenly stopped, as if my room was new again. “I will leave it in the dining room. I left your money for the week and keys near your backpack. I will see you at five! Bye, Pumpkin.”
A few seconds later, my bedroom door closed and I heard footsteps going down stairs. Finally, a car started and drove away.
“I do like waffles…” I thought to myself.
I got up and changed into the first things I saw in my closet. I thought I looked lovely, actually, when I looked in the mirror. My naturally tan skin, hazel eyes, and long, wavy black hair made the sand colored cargo pants and dark red tank top with matching Converse shoes look pretty dashing.
I went downstairs to the dining room and started eating away at my waffles while listening to the Weather Channel. All of the sudden, I heard a music box type music go off somewhere near my backpack.
Evil cell phone… I thought as I emptied out my black Jansport backpack, looking for a tiny pink phone.
Chapter Two-
Finally! I checked my phone, and the caller identification was from my friend Cami Bridge.
Ever since kindergarten, Cami was my first and best friend. She was always ahead of me in line, because her last name is Bridge and mine is Brown. How we met, I don’t remember. Though I think it was because Ethan Rowers stole my animal cookies and Cami was nice enough to share her own. Ever since then we were inseparable. She is the kind of girl who will stay awake with you, sharing her history notes over the phone, even though she knows perfectly well she will get an A on the quiz and needs sleep, but wants you to at least get a C. I could not imagine life without her.
“Chaii…” she said.
“Hey,” I said. “Why are you calling this early?”
“I am at the bus stop, waiting for you! Duh!”
“But it is only five forty five and we go to the bus at six forty five…”
“Are you watching the Weather Channel?”
“What? How did you know?”
I looked out the window, waiting for her to jump up and shout “Surprise!” or something.
“Cause the Weather Channel forgot it was Daylight Savings Time, and all clocks are set ahead on hour. You must have forgot to set your clock.”
I looked sideways at the pink wall clock on the wall.
“Oh my gosh your right! See you soon, bye!”
I hung up the phone, and ran around the living room collecting random items. In under a minute, I repacked my backpack that I emptied earlier with my keys and money, went to the coat closet and grabbed my jacket and umbrella, and ran out the door into the dull, gray sheet of rain.
Chapter Three-
There stood Cami, next to a bright yellow sign that read “RPHS Bus Stop”. She obviously woke up way early, because she flat ironed her dark brown curly hair straight. She also had a natural tan, though deeper than mine, which made her green eyes look like they did not belong to her. Today she looked really nice, with a short, plaid black and blue skirt, black with blue polka dot shirt, and black sandals.
“Really smart,” I said. “Why are you wearing a skirt when it is freezing outside? And your hair will turn onto a giant puffball by forth period.”
“Twenty first century alert! Hair spray. Get some. And I don’t like the Weather Channel. It makes me question who I am,” Cami said. She took a step foreword and held up her hands. “I look like an individual! I stand out!”
“Nah, you look just plain crazy.”
“I hope they come in a few minutes, school starts soon,” She looked up to the sky with an expression of shock and disgust. ”And it is raining.”
“Yes, that is when happens when rain falls from the sky, young grasshopper.”
On Pinewood Street, there is exactly three people who go to Rocky Point High School: Me, Cami, and Mr. DelCaff. Cami lives two doors down the street from my house; Mr. DelCaff, right across the street from me. From here, his black Range Rover looks blurred from the rain. But up close, you probably would confuse it with a large piece of black wood. Everything Mr. DelCaff owned was old: his car, his house, his clothes, even the pukey briefcase he had every day.
“Finally!” Cami said.
I looked left and saw a tiny blurred yellow dot get closer and closer by the second. After a minute, a huge yellow school bus parked in front of us, and we got in.
-CL_MsBehave
Introduction-
In Rocky Point High School, each and every student is forced to sit through exactly eight hours of school, divided by six periods of classes, five minutes passing periods to get to your class, and forty-five minutes of lunch and snack. Most people, like Cami, thought the first period of the day was the worst period. I mean, you have to suffer through that little voice in your head that tells you ‘Five more periods… muahaha!’ which is annoying when you are half asleep because it is seven in the morning. But others, specifically the only sixth period chemistry class, thought differently.
Sixth period is considered the happiest period of them all. All you have to do is glue your eyes open, look alive, shake your head, and yell out ‘That’s right!’ or ‘Great point!’ every five minutes or so. Then at exactly three minutes past three in the afternoon, the glorious school bell rings four times, and you are free to leave school. Sadly, my teacher, Mr. DelCaff, thought differently, and kept us in his room for up to half an hour extra each day for no reason at all.
Mr. DelCaff was an elderly man, but he was still considered the best teacher on campus by many other teachers. He carried around this huge, gross orange briefcase, which clashed horribly with the same brown suit he wore every day. Even though we did not know what was in the case, the students of room two hundred and thirteen still wondered every day. Some say he carried around wigs, because from day to day his black hair magically grows and shrinks inches or so; others thought he carried all of his tests and answers, and it was their dearest ambition to run away with the case, copy everything, and replace it.
But it was I, Dizzie Brown, who was the first and last student to ever look inside of Mr. DelCaff’s mysterious suitcase. To this day I still regret it, and I wish I never thought about looking in the first place. But a few months ago, it was all anybody in the class could ever think about, and for a good reason.
Part One-
Chapter One-
The worst month of my life officially started July first.
It was starting off just like any other boring ordinary day. I tried to wake up at five thirty as usual, because I am really grumpy in the morning and usually fall back asleep within minutes of waking up.
“Dizzie, you are going to miss the bus if you don’t wake up…” my mother said. She had a kind of annoying voice, well, to me anyways since I have heard her nag me so many times to wake up.
“Okay, five more minutes.” I said dreamily. If there is one thing I don’t like, it is waking up whenever my mom says to wake up. I love being independent, and my mom knows that, but if I am independent with an alarm clock it usually ends up smashed to smithereens.
Fifteen minutes later, my mom came in again. When she opened the door, the Weather Channel’s daily forecast blasted into my half awake ears.
“Dizzie, I made something for you! But only if you wake up.” Mom said.
All of the sudden, a sweet smell of cinnamon was shoved near my nose. If there was one thing my mother could do right, it was making pretty great waffles with cinnamon and whipped cream.
“Well, I have to go to work. But if you want this...” The smell suddenly stopped, as if my room was new again. “I will leave it in the dining room. I left your money for the week and keys near your backpack. I will see you at five! Bye, Pumpkin.”
A few seconds later, my bedroom door closed and I heard footsteps going down stairs. Finally, a car started and drove away.
“I do like waffles…” I thought to myself.
I got up and changed into the first things I saw in my closet. I thought I looked lovely, actually, when I looked in the mirror. My naturally tan skin, hazel eyes, and long, wavy black hair made the sand colored cargo pants and dark red tank top with matching Converse shoes look pretty dashing.
I went downstairs to the dining room and started eating away at my waffles while listening to the Weather Channel. All of the sudden, I heard a music box type music go off somewhere near my backpack.
Evil cell phone… I thought as I emptied out my black Jansport backpack, looking for a tiny pink phone.
Chapter Two-
Finally! I checked my phone, and the caller identification was from my friend Cami Bridge.
Ever since kindergarten, Cami was my first and best friend. She was always ahead of me in line, because her last name is Bridge and mine is Brown. How we met, I don’t remember. Though I think it was because Ethan Rowers stole my animal cookies and Cami was nice enough to share her own. Ever since then we were inseparable. She is the kind of girl who will stay awake with you, sharing her history notes over the phone, even though she knows perfectly well she will get an A on the quiz and needs sleep, but wants you to at least get a C. I could not imagine life without her.
“Chaii…” she said.
“Hey,” I said. “Why are you calling this early?”
“I am at the bus stop, waiting for you! Duh!”
“But it is only five forty five and we go to the bus at six forty five…”
“Are you watching the Weather Channel?”
“What? How did you know?”
I looked out the window, waiting for her to jump up and shout “Surprise!” or something.
“Cause the Weather Channel forgot it was Daylight Savings Time, and all clocks are set ahead on hour. You must have forgot to set your clock.”
I looked sideways at the pink wall clock on the wall.
“Oh my gosh your right! See you soon, bye!”
I hung up the phone, and ran around the living room collecting random items. In under a minute, I repacked my backpack that I emptied earlier with my keys and money, went to the coat closet and grabbed my jacket and umbrella, and ran out the door into the dull, gray sheet of rain.
Chapter Three-
There stood Cami, next to a bright yellow sign that read “RPHS Bus Stop”. She obviously woke up way early, because she flat ironed her dark brown curly hair straight. She also had a natural tan, though deeper than mine, which made her green eyes look like they did not belong to her. Today she looked really nice, with a short, plaid black and blue skirt, black with blue polka dot shirt, and black sandals.
“Really smart,” I said. “Why are you wearing a skirt when it is freezing outside? And your hair will turn onto a giant puffball by forth period.”
“Twenty first century alert! Hair spray. Get some. And I don’t like the Weather Channel. It makes me question who I am,” Cami said. She took a step foreword and held up her hands. “I look like an individual! I stand out!”
“Nah, you look just plain crazy.”
“I hope they come in a few minutes, school starts soon,” She looked up to the sky with an expression of shock and disgust. ”And it is raining.”
“Yes, that is when happens when rain falls from the sky, young grasshopper.”
On Pinewood Street, there is exactly three people who go to Rocky Point High School: Me, Cami, and Mr. DelCaff. Cami lives two doors down the street from my house; Mr. DelCaff, right across the street from me. From here, his black Range Rover looks blurred from the rain. But up close, you probably would confuse it with a large piece of black wood. Everything Mr. DelCaff owned was old: his car, his house, his clothes, even the pukey briefcase he had every day.
“Finally!” Cami said.
I looked left and saw a tiny blurred yellow dot get closer and closer by the second. After a minute, a huge yellow school bus parked in front of us, and we got in.
-CL_MsBehave