@ShadeStar
(Bit of advice, don't be a dumb, dumb and take all honors. unless you are ready for the workload. Just don't.)
(Bit of advice, don't be a dumb, dumb and take all honors. unless you are ready for the workload. Just don't.)
(… too late)
(…How many/Which classes?)
(Honors Bio - doesn't help that I don't like science very much - APUSH, and Honors English with a drama teacher who is very expressive, very much unlike me! And guess what I did in class today! nervous laugh)
(What? Also uhhhhh, APES, AP World, Honors Pre-calc, Honors American Greats, AP Lang & Comp, and AP Spanish. heheheh)
(I'm only in Honors Earth Science, and we haven't even really started class yet. My school only started a couple days ago, and I didn't actually have class today, because my school is off for Rosh Hashanah)
(Nice.)
(Okay, so we write in our journals for 5 minutes, okay? Yeah. So, after we're supposed to be done, I have almost a whole page full. I mean, there's two lines left and I'm a perfectionist (I guess) so I'm like, "Okay, Imma fill up these two lines." My teacher goes, "Camie, what did you write?" I HAVE A FRICKLE FRACKING HEART ATTACK MELTDOWN. And all quiet-like, I go, "I'm not finished yet." So she calls on this other girl. And she reads what she wrote, ya-da ya-da ya-da. Boo boo boo. So, I'm over in my seat, PRAYING that she forgot about me. Nope! Just my luck I have to read the piece of trash that I wrote aloud for the ENTIRE CLASS, while I'm physically shaking uncontrollably, and my voice is wobbly and weird b/c I'm so nervous. So, yeah. That was my English class. The beginning, at least, but it's not like it got any better. Sorry for rambling okie bye.)
(That really sucks.)
(Yeah… It was awful…)
(Uh…I cannot relate being in middle school…)
"Your father and I are going out. Can you watch the bakery by yourself for a bit?"
"Of course!" Louanne said, standing up. "I'll be down in a minute."
"Thank you, Anne (says it like Onn. Her name is pronounced Loo-on)," her mother said with a smile. "I don't know what we'd do without you."
After her parents left, Louanne let Tikki come down and nibble quietly on some macaroons while she watched the storefront.
(Could someone come into the bakery?)
(Are we gonna have everyone come to the bakery?)
(That’s a good idea.)
Ready for an after-homework snack, Basil pulled her jacket tighter around her, walking with a purpose towards the best bakery. She opened the door with the chime of a bell.
Jamie walked into the bakery, running a hand through his hair. He immediately spied Basil, but decided not to say anything. There was already a small bruise forming on his stomach from where Bue had kicked him through his sweatshirt. “Uh, can I just get a muffin?” He asked the girl at the counter, not spying her Kwami.
Basil turned from her table to the boy at the counter and nearly choked on her scone.
Regaining her poise, she decided to play it cool. If Jamie wanted to talk to her, he would - it was too risky to mention the kwamis and all. After all, she didn't really know if this was Oxy.
Adela walked into the bakery, she had done well English, or at least Trixx had told her so, so she was using her allowance to buy a pastry. She walked in and immediately saw some of her classmates, maybe not this bakery. It was the best bakery in town though. Adela sighed and walked up to the counter.
Basil looked up to see the Spanish girl walk into the bakery. She smiled friendlily. She had few friends in the new school, especially with her vertigo, which Basil thought was really cool.
Adela looked up to one of the girls smiling at her. She gave a small smile back, two reasons why she didn't want to be near her classmates. One, her vitiligo, and two, the language barrier. Actually switch those two, language barrier comes first. She could hear and understand, but speaking was an almost no go.
(oopsies I spelled it wrong)
Basil tilted her head kindly at the girl. Perhaps…not everyone was as social as she was.
(Lol, it's fine.)
Adela felt sort of awkward with this one girl just looking at her. She muttered, "Que es la problema con mi?"
Basil knew little Spanish. "I don't understand." She said kindly.
Adela looked up at the girl and said roughly, her r's rolled, "Sorry. No speak well."
Fail.
“It’s okay. If I could get your number, I could text you.” She offered.
Adela nodded quickly as she pulled her phone out giving the girl her number, "Mi, my, name is Adela."
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