with the pen and notebook that we had used to plan the original party. 

“I really hope I don't miss the bus!” he thought.

Brody ran to the door and yanked at the handle. He ripped the door open, ran out, and slammed it closed. He sprinted as fast as he could to the bus and barely got in. With a sigh of relief, he sat down on the seat.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to have fun today. Let’s not think about it,” Georgia replies fast.

I look back at Georgia. From the look on her face, I can tell that she’s worried. 

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind,” I lied.

“Perhaps this will teach you not to speak out like that. But if you’d like to continue this conversation calmly, proceed,” Mrs. Stein smirked with pleasure and certainty that Rowena would retreat.

She was wrong. 

“It's just hair.” 

We spent the rest of those 3 months watching our hair grow in ridiculous ways, and enjoying every moment of it. 

  

“I wonder if I could teach Brian how to play chess” but realizing that was stupid, he set the dog down, got up, and went to bed, because the next day was the first day of school."

“NOVEMBER GET ON YOUR BORED BEFORE I FORCE YOU ON IT!” Neveah shouts, her impatiences showing loud and clear. I laugh inwardly at the fact we're not too different. 

“Hi, Jiao. Did you miss me? How are the girls? Were you ok without me?” questioned dad.

“The girls are fine, and I'm ok too. And of course, I missed you!” Mom was so emotional.

“Ok, well let's go upstairs to see the twins! Come on Ella!” Dad stated.

I felt tears coming to my eyes but held them back because I can't cry, not in front of everyone here. So I walked back outside, got on my bike, and started mindlessly pedaling. I forgot about my legs quivering with exhaustion, I just couldn't believe what my friends did to me. Before I knew it, I was home and I didn't even realize it. I saw mom's car in the driveway and knew that I messed up.

It was 7:52, 8 minutes before the first period bell. “I hope I won't be late” I thought to myself. I hated being late, like, really hated being late. Just then, I saw the classroom. Room T2412, the 7th grade science room.

“I am so sorry Daisy please forgive me, I love you very much,” She sniffed

“It's okay mom, I love you too,” I sighed. Finally we were connected.

I now know that my life's not all happiness. There are always some tough times but it might not always end happily. I guess my life is not snow whites story. Or maybe this is just my type of happy ending.

“What is there to speak about?” I replied.

“I wanted to talk about the incident earlier today,”Jacob explained.

“Could we go somewhere private though?” I asked.

He agreed, “Sure, why not?”

We walked along the hallways that were filled with silence. We went to the library were no one would be during class. We went to a far corner and sat at the table. We knew that the librarian would be eating her lunch with the rest of the facilty staff members at this school.

“I wanted to ask, do you like me?”he whispered.

“Yes, I do like you, and I have for a long time now,” I sighed with frieght. “Do you like me, Jacob?”

He smiled, “Yes and like you, I have wanted to get to know you, but always got caught up with my friends. I never got the chance to tell you how I feel.”

“Natalie, will you go with me to the Winter Dance? Your the only one I would like to go with.” he exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! I would love to got with you to the dance!” I  shouted.

As I walked out of the library, I wanted to open the door for Jacob so I pulled but the door wouldn’t open. 

“Oh no, I think we’re trapped!”I cried.

“No we’re not, you just need to push not pull,” he explained.

Bridget shouted, “You can not think like old people, I am older than you and I think more.”

Then I replied, “You are right and I know this because I can think like old people.”

Then Doreen yelled, “For the last time you can not think like old people.”

The room was warm and a thick blanket of irritation was radiating around Taylor. She had been taking this quiz for way too long. Each tick of her clock reminded her of how horrid she was at tech.  

“Haha what a loser,” Fred chirped.

Pablo was alone, just left and sat somewhere else

“Horrible, he drinks so weirdly, so no wonder no one likes him,“ Melissa confessed.

“Well, thank you for doing that, I know he's not like me, but it makes him feel better,“ James revealed.

 I sprinted from the window to my bike and wiped the tears from my eyes, how could I be so dumb. Melissa is the most popular girl, why would she go out with me?

“It goes along with our team name, ‘The Phoenixes,” I think to myself.

“Oh no,” Tommy cried.

“Just kidding!” Mr. Ferlir laughed.

“Oh,” Tommy chuckled,”Then what did I get?”

“You got a 95!” Mr. Ferlir yelped, “Go to your class but good job,”

Tommy went to his next class happy as a clam. In the hallway he jumped and skipped. He knew that his Mom would be proud. So on the bus he saw Ricky.

“Hey Tommy, you think you did well on the test?” asks Ricky.

“Yep I think I did well,” Tommy replied.

“BOOOOO” the grade stormed off to the gym.

“_8th_grade_outdoor_recess_today_,” someone flipped a table.

I  had control over her. 

I continued my plan, then paused to say:

“What’s your problem with everyone? Are we just not cool enough for you?”

Teeghan, not knowing what to say to that, looked around helplessly, clearly hoping her friends would step in and get her out of this mess.

“Well-you and your stupid group of misfits can stay away from your favorite table.” She spat, turning around in her seat, and shaking her head. 

I took a moment to think of what to say, but with all of my anger mostly poured out onto my evil laughter, I chose exit with maybe the coolest thing I had even left a room with:

“Well,  you and your friends can always join us outside,” And then, I walked out of the cafeteria, not even needing to glance back to know that Teeghan’s face was bright red. 

"I know," said Spencer cheerfully. 

Mrs. Opauler rolled her sharp eyes. Her face was like an owl's; round and pinched at the mouth - sorry, beak.

"What's your excuse this time, Korthe?" Mrs. Opauler said, halfway between a groan and a sigh.

"Well, it's a big school, you know. 53 staircases and even more hallways, and your dungeon of a classroom is on the fifth floor," Spencer shrugged.

"You live on the fourth floor." Mrs. Opauler pointed out.

"It's a big staircase." Spencer said. This was true; a bigger staircase would be very hard to find.

Spencer suppressed a snort as Mrs. Opauler scowled - it just looked wrong on her owlish face. She plopped down at a desk in the back of the classroom and put her feet up, black flats gleaming in the dim light. She much preferred her old, beat-up sneakers, but they really didn't go with her outfit. Spruce Academy had uniforms, and most of the students wore them. Spencer was one of the exceptions. She usually just wore a black sweater that fell off her shoulder, paired with a green skirt. The uniform was a black top and a green bottom anyway, and no one protested. 

She looked at the lined paper on her desk, and then looked up at the board. There was a single sentence written on it: I will not be a hindrance to my students or my teachers.

"You'd better get started on your lines, if you want to be finished by midnight."