Awkward Turtle Love

1. 3rd Grade

Hey guys! If you can't tell by the bolded words, this is an author's note. I just want to thank you guys for giving this (bad) book a chance and I hope you enjoy it. Please don't be rude, but I appreciate constructive criticism. Commenting and voting make me really happy too. Anyway, short, simple, and sweet. Thanks!

-FREDJIMMYJEORGE

The first day of school. Amazing isn't it? Call me a nerd, but I love school. Not necessarily the people, but the learning.

I walked into the classroom with the rest of my class right after morning assembly was done. I hung my bookbag and light jacket on the coat rack and grabbed my school supplies.

I don't understand it though. Why do they make us bring so much stuff if most of it is given to the teacher?

Shaking my head to dismiss the thought, I found my seat and set everything down when I noticed that a bunch of kids were in a circle surrounding my teacher and what looks like, some kids.

And because curiosity kills the cat, and I am NOT a cat, I went to check it out.

Standing beside my teacher were 3 kids. To more specific, however, there were 1 girl and 2 boys. Then my teacher said, "Gather around students. I am your teacher, Mrs. King-Gibbs, and I would like to introduce to you all these students," she gestures to each kid as she calls their names and continues, "This is Carter O' Conley, Kadence Hernandez, and Lucas Phillips."

I look around at all the kids but stay quiet. I was always super shy when it came to new people or people in general.

Then this kid, which I recognize as Jordan Simpson, yells, "Hey look! We finally got some new people around that I can copy their homework from!"

There was a collective giggle all around the class, except for the teacher and me. Instead, I rolled my eyes and think, 'what an idiot and that joke wasn't even funny' while the teacher said, "Now," she looks at the list of names with their picture and continues gently, yet firmly, "Jordan, we don't copy others' homework when we forget to do ours, do we?"

Jordan looks down with a hint of pink in his cheeks. "No ma'am," he whispers.

While all this is happening, I notice one of the new boys looking at me. Unfortunately, either I couldn't remember or just didn't care, probably the latter, I couldn't remember his name. It seemed as though I only remembered things I wanted to remember. Call me blunt, but I had no desire in my body to remember the idiot's name.

I looked down, bored, and went back to my desk as the rest of the class dispersed throughout the classroom.

I sat down in my seat, looked up, and realized that kid was still looking at me. I just ignored him and looked at the teacher who was starting to give instructions.

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After 7 brutal hours of instructions, the final bell rang and we were finally allowed to leave this horrible place.

I know I might sound bi-polar, but I'm not. The first day is always so boring though. We have to spend hours and hours learning about what to do and what not to do when all I want to do is doo-doo on your face to get you to shut up, so I can read my book.

Yes, I was a bookworm. I'm in love with books. Right now I am reading Catch 22 and it is amazing. However, most people think I'm really weird because I'm also 9.

As I'm packing up my things and grabbing my book bag (we were taught to call it that) the new kid that has been staring at me all day comes up to me.

I try to ignore him thinking that he's just grabbing his things along with me, but then he states, "Hi, my name is Lucas. What is your name?"

I continue to look down while thinking, 'This kid is BOLD.'