Beanie Kids Forum - A New Life And A Hard One Too. { chapter 5 added }

Chapter 1
Like every morning, I would hear my alarm clock ring. It was a nice melody, unlike them cheap ones at the shop that just beep like crazy. I usually love to hear my alarm clock; I would jump up and make a joyful start to the day. But when I heard it then, I hesitated to get up, I just lay in bed. Not long after my mum stormed into the room, “Look at the time!” she groaned. I glanced over, the clock read 7:12am, I then looked back at her. She pointed to my wardrobe, “Get up! You know how important today is, you should’ve set your alarm clock ten minutes earlier,” she explained with a deep tone. I sighed and got up, my mum stared at me. “Go,” I whispered slowly. She left my bedroom. After she left I went looking through my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear on this occasion. After changing into many outfits, I found what I was going to wear, my white warn-out hoodie, my grey and black tie-died skinny jeans, my white belt and my torn navy blue converse. I decided to wear my hair out with bobby pins on the sides. I looked at myself in the mirror and was impressed with my outfit.

Chapter 2
I walked into the kitchen where my mum was making crumpets, my favourite breakfast. She looked over to me and looked at me funny. “No, no, no. You cannot wear that for the first day of high school. You should to wear a skirt and a long sleeved shirt, with your boots, and your hair should be in a high bun,” she told me in a firm voice. I started to become upset. “I’ll wear my tunic and my black leggings with my ugg boots and my hair will be down but I will have a bow in it.” I said running out of breath. My mum glared at me. “Fine,” she moaned. I went and got changed and came back. She smiled and served me breakfast. I tried to eat it as slow as possible, to keep my outfit clean, and to prevent going to school longer. I have no idea why mum is so enthusiastic about my attendance to high school. Mum takes my plate away from me. “Get,” she says. I ran to the door and grab my haversack, everybody will have shoulder bags but me. My bag is Hello Kitty, I think to myself, I really need a new bag. I then make my way to school. High School.

Chapter 3
As I twisted and turned throughout the streets I finally get there. I look at the sign ‘Sunset Rivers High School’. “Yep,” I said slowly taking steps towards the hectic mess. Everywhere I look I can see some bad behaviour; snapping tree branches, spray painting, swearing, bullying, just chaos. As I walk through the full halls, I find my locker, number 4057, I swipe my card and the locker opens. I put all my books, stationery and my bag into it. I take my smaller bag where I hid my clothes, then I sneak into the female bathrooms. I get into the disabled toilets and get changed. I pull out all of my clothing and put them on. I reached out to grab the last item; my belt. I feel around but I can’t seem to find it. Oh no! I think to myself. I can’t find my belt. I walk out of the toilet holding up my jeans. I dump my bag with my old clothes into my locker and try to find something else to hold them up. As I walk around I trip on a stone and fall on my knees. I shrieked in pain. But nobody could hear my yells because of how loud it is. Suddenly someone walks over to me and helps me up. It’s a boy. He looks down, so I can’t see his face under the cap. “Thanks,” I say quietly, he just walks away. The bell rings and I rush to class holding my jeans and my books. I found it hard trying to find different teachers for different classes. Why is high school so complex? I am with Mr Farthing first, he teaches English. I walked to every classroom in the school looking for Mr Farthing’s room. I finally find it, on the other side of the school.

Chapter 4
I stroll into the classroom. It was really dull, last year Mrs Herriot had really colourful posters and things around and about the classroom. This is just blehh. I sit up the back, hoping that nobody will notice my loose pants. Many people walk into the classroom, followed by someone sitting next to me. I looked at him he looked down. I realise that he is the same boy that helped me up from the ground. He all of a sudden looks up. “Hi,” he whispers. “Uhh... hey,” I murmur softly. “I’m Vincent, Vince for short.” he replies enthusiastically. “I am um... I’m Charlotte,” I say clueless. I can just make out him smiling. I smile. Next, a girl walks into the classroom; she looks like she’s in year 9 or 10, not year 7. She scans the classroom looking for somewhere to sit down. She looks over to find a spare spot next to me. She walks over and sits next to me. “Hi,” she says. “Hiya,” I respond. Mr Farthing stands up and walks around the classroom. “Welcome,” he declares. “I am Mr Farthing,” he says again. I nodded. I kind of knew that. And I am sure everyone else did.

Chapter 5
He hands us a sheet of paper, I think to myself What kind of start to year 7 is this? Only the most dull one. Everybody gives Mr Farthing bold stares. A boy up against the wall raises his hand. Mr Farthing looks over "Uh, uh, uh. No raising hands until I say 'Does anyone have any questions?' alright?" the class looks at the boy, with his hand still raised "You said 'Does anyone have any questions' so I raised my hand." he said. Mr Farthing stares. "WHAT?" he screams.