Chapter Two: Sandra (the next day)
I freakin' hate school. Well, I mean I did like it until my parents dragged me away from all of my friends. They decided that it would be fun to up and dump me into a barren wasteland of a place that I like to call Pennsylvania. I mean seriously?! Who moves here?
I wake up to feel some small body bouncing on me. "What the?" I exclaim, waking up to see my brother Jacob.
"First day of school! First day of school!" he chants, continuing to bounce.
"Owwwwwww! Jacob!" I complain grouchily. I shove him off the bed and sit up, mad that he would bring up an absurd subject like school so early in the morning. Realizing that nobody wants to see my "beautiful self" in the morning like this, I hop in the shower to tame my mane, before quickly braiding my hair into a Dutch braid, and walking down the stairs.
Breakfast is as chaotic as usual. My little brother is running around in his pajamas. My other brother is arguing with my dad about sports. My mom is banging pots to make my dad an omelet. And I am just standing here smiling, looking around at our daily routine.
I walk to the pantry to find a box of stale cheerios, and pile a mound high in my bowl of milk. Ahhhhh! Breakfast! I dig in, enjoying the slightly stale taste that is much like cardboard.
My mom places my dad's omelet on the table before turning to us kids with a creepy smile. "Good morning! " she says, taking out her torture device.
"Mom, no! No pictures! We don't need pictures!" I whine, not happy with what is transpiring.
She seems to pout,"but it is your first day of school in a new state." And still took pictures of us.
Before I know it, my brother is dropping me off at high school. Thanks mom and dad for moving on my senior year of school. (You should just imagine me doing sarcastic jazz hands here...)
"Okay I will be here at three so if you want a ride come on time," my brother warns me.
I mock salute the time freak. He always needs to be on time, everywhere he goes.
"Bye," I say, watching him pull out of the drop off zone. I turn to the school, expecting something from High School Musical to happen like where everyone stares at you, but in fact it was the exact opposite.
I scan the grounds, noticing the distinct cliques spread out before me. I saw the skaters, the nerds, the hippies, jocks, band nerds, and what seemed like the popular people sitting at the entrance to the school. I wouldn't be surprised if they were football players and cheerleaders because they just reeked of stupidity and arrogance.
Uncomfortable in my situation, I choose to walk up to the nerd group, knowing that's where most of the misfits are. But on the way up there, I notice something different: their t-shirts. Most the people in the small groups were wearing badminton shirts saying, "Eat, Sleep, Badminton," and, "We put the Bad in Minton." Or my personal favorite, a shirt with "Bad" and "Minton" separated by an arrow pointing at "Ass," so the whole slogan read "Bad-ass-minton."
"I love your shirts!" I complement honestly, hoping they won't ignore my comment.
The group all turned around with confused expressions plastered to their surprised faces. It is very obvious that I interrupted a very intense discussion in which I obviously wasn't welcomed.
"Uhhhhh," I say awkwardly, "I didn't mean to disrupt your discourse on the molecular structure of a metal fulcrum."
I am surprised of myself. I didn't know it was that easy to recall information that quickly. I continued talking as if they were just letting me speak.
"I just needed to add one detail to your argument if you don't mind. I overheard you mention that you would be using Iridium to build it, which you said would hold the weight because it is the most dense metal. I must firmly disagree with you on this. I know for a fact that Iridium has an exact density of 22.5 grams per cubic centimeter, and that Osmium is more dense that Iridium by no more that 0.09 of a gram. I thought I would just tell you because I thought you should know..." I say, ending softly and looking at the ground ashamed to have interrupted their conversation.
I smile to myself as I see each person look at their sheets to see that I was indeed correct, and that they had made a mistake. As if in sync, the all looked at me with dropped jaws.
"Who are you!" one of them asks me after composing them self.
"Sandra," I say with a quick smile. "I am a new student here as of today!" They were still staring at me, and I was beginning to become uncomfortable.
A short red head walks up to me with a huge smile. "We don't normally allow people into our group, but with you we can make an exception. I'm Skylar!" she says, holding out her hand.
I chuckle her words of 'not accepting people,' because they probably have never had the option of turning someone down. I take her hand and shake it.
"Do you mind showing me around this place?" I ask nervously. "I am very bad with directions."
"Of course!" she says in a bubbly manner. "But first let me introduce you to the group." After introductions, Skylar then chirps a quick, "Follow me!", and rushes off toward the building.
Following her, I see she leads me to the front of the school.
"Who are those people?" I ask Sky, looking at the large group by the front entrance.
"Oh those are the popular people," she informs me. "And most of them are already taken. So don't get your hopes up. But I don't see why you would; they would never date us," she says mostly to herself.
"Whatever you say," I reply unsurely.
We walked up to the crowd to get inside of the school.
You know those awkward moments when a guy is staring at you and you just want to hide behind your friend and pretend you are not there. This is that exact moment; I wish I could turn invisible. I was really uncomfortable with the whistling coming from the guys and stares down my shirt. I decided to do something that I would never attempt; I held my head high and acted as if I owned the place. Suck it, huh, huh. I was accomplishing my goal for a long time until I tripped on something and landed face first on the concrete steps. Holy hell that hurt.
"Oww!" breathed out a low voice. I looked up to a hot guy rubbing his shoulder. What the crap; I didn't even hit him in the arm. He was staring me in the eyes and I knocked him out of his daze.
"I am sorry; I didn't see your foot." I swear I felt blood dripping down my face, yep it was blood, and I tasted it too. He kept rubbing his shoulder looking at me. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" I snapped at him finally.
He put his hand down and looked shocked for about two seconds, "Uh, your nose is bleeding."
I felt my face getting hot and wiped some of the blood dribbling down my face. I looked down to see my leg bleeding and noticed the dude's six-pack through his thin shirt. I looked at him to see him smiling a little. Great, I am embarrassing myself. Move your ass Sandie. "Umm. . . Sky we should go." I dragged her through the now silent crowd to the inside of the school.
Sandie looked solicitous about what just happened, but she was also grinning. "That was Cole. The most popular guy in school, girls drool over his perfect body." She could tell I looked miserable and motioned me to the nurse.
The nurse's office was different; there were cat pictures everywhere and swirly things hanging off the ceiling. A pink fuzzy chair was in the corner of the room. An older guy wearing purple cheetah scrubs walked up to me frowning. "What in high heavens did you do to yourself?"
"I tripped."
"Okay, I am Nurse Eduardo. I am Spanish, but most people think I am Jewish." He seemed to think about that thought a while.
"Umm, Mr." I softly shook his arm.
He shook his head with wide eyes. "No don't call me Mr. I prefer to be called June."
Okkkaaay. . . He is creeping me out and the millions of cat eyes staring at me from the wall; I swear I saw one move.
"Nurse Eduardo June I have a nose bleeding, so can you get me something." He motioned me to sit in one of his orange dolphin chairs. He was digging through multiple drawers and finally pulled out something.
"Here!" He was holding a tampon.
I composed myself so I wouldn't laugh, "that's a tampon, Mr. . . I mean June."
"Si, it is a tampon, I use them all the time when I have nose bleeds. Just shove the cloth in your nose." He was serious.
I shakily took the package from him, and for who knows what reason put the tampon in my nose. I breathed in, smelling lavender. What else? "Lavendar?" I laughed.
"It's my favorite kind. Want to hear a story?"
"No."
"Once upon a time, I was shopping at Walgreens and I got kicked out of the store for trying to steal tampons by shoving them in my pants." He looked down at his pants, frowning.
My ears were having nightmares right now. "Why do you need them?"
"You don't ask a lady how old she is, right?"
"Yes." What was his point?
"So don't ask what my tampon business is. Want to know what I do in my free time?"
Lord, I want out of here. "Fine."
"I am a taxidermist!" He pointed to a terribly stuffed cat. It looked like the face was smashed in, and the mouth was sagging, drooping to one side. The sewing marks were very visible because he was the worst sewer in the world. "Yea that looks so realistic." I lied. I hadn't noticed a 'hug me sticker' on the butt of the 'thing.'
I pointed to my knee and he went to go get Band-Aids. After two minutes, he brought back cat Band-Aids and My Little Pony Band-Aids. Was the guy for real? "Choose your pick, pick your choose." He sang.
I went with My Little Pony because I was officially terrified of cats and I gingerly placed them on the leg gasping from the pain of the wound. I noticed that my nose stopped bleeding and took the tampon out of my nose.
"I will take that from you." June or NEJ said while grabbing the bloody part of the tampon from me. Ewww. What is wrong with him? I jolted up from the dolphin chair and grabbed my purse, "bye." I fast walked out of the room. I will promise myself never to go there again.
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Hi y'all! Okay who agrees with me that the nurse would officially creep you out?
Please read on for Cole's perspective of this embarrassing moment and vote if you liked this chapter.
Look at a picture to the right of the "Eat, sleep, badminton" shirt. Gotta love it!
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