Chapter One; Part Four

“He did what?” Chris exclaimed when I told him about Richard and his blowup.

            “You heard me! He took my cell away for a month.”

            “Wow. That’s just crazy.” He was driving me to school. Then he’s going to go to his own school, since mine isn’t out of the way.

            “So, is the ol’ Quickfire back in action?” Chris inquired.

            “You know it!”

            “What if he finds out about it? I mean, you sure are texting a lot on that thing.”

            “Don’t worry, he wont find out. He never has before, has he? And plus, it’s not like I’m stupid! I always keep texting a secret when he takes it away.”

            “OK, that’s true. Oh, here we are. Have fun today!” We were pulling up to the student drop-off area.

            “No promises! See ya!”

            “Later!” We both waved goodbye as I unbuckled and got out.

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            “Hey! I’ve got my Quickfire now, just to let you know.” I was talking to Abby as we were waiting by Mal’s locker for her to get off the bus.

            “Really? What’d ya do?” she inquired.

            “Basically tell Mal that Richard was being an idiot loud enough for him to hear,” I said, shrugging it off. “No biggy.”

            “Kendy! Abb! Sooo glad you’re here! Guess what! Guess what!” Mal came rushing in with a big smile splashed on her face.

            “You won the lottery?” I guessed.

            “You have super powers?” Abby put in.

            “No and no. Come on you guys! Be reasonable! Well, I can tell you’re never going to guess, soo… Tommy Kin asked me to the dance!” Mal shrieked. Great. Everybody’s got a boyfriend now but me. Tommy Kin is cute, funny, and sweet. He’s also on the football team, wrestling team, and just about every other sport you can imagine (yes, that includes croquet)! And Abby has been dating Kyle Mink for the last 3 months now, and he’s the most popular boy in school. Like I said: everyone has a great boyfriend but me. Great.

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            During 3^rd hour, a new kid came to school. Our social teacher, Mr. Beach, introduced him as Erik Little. Witch was quite ironic, considering he is, oh, about 6’5”. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes, and Charcoal hair. He was deeply tanned, but it looked good. Unlike Merissa Higginson, who (over night) came back to school almost orange. Total spray tan. Speaking of, she immediately straightened up when Erik walked in. Erik was tall, dark, and handsome! Perfect. Another guy I’m going to fall head over heals for, and Merissa will get him. Perfect.

     

            “Doo-di-dum, dum-di-doo... Ooo. Here we are.” Mr. Beach was assigning a seat for Erik.

Please don’t let it be by me! Please don’t let it be by me!

            “Looks like the only spot left is by Kendra. Is that OK? She won’t bite!” Erik nodded and smiled weakly at Mr. Beach’s lame joke.

            “No problem, Mr. Beach. Ummm…” Erik just stood there, face turning red.

            “’S there a problem, Mr., um, Little?”

            “Who’s Kendra?”

            “Ooohhh! My bad! She's in the middle row, last seat. Sorry.” Erik’s face was as red as a tomato, and I can imagine mine was, too. Erik swiftly and silently went to the seat next to me, and sat down.

            “Hi, I’m Erik Little.”

            “I figured that out. I’m Kendra,” Duh!! Ahhh! I just did exactly what he did! Why did I say that? “Kendra Johnson.” Dorkatron. How stupid can I get? I mean, really? Ugh.

            “Kendra! You know the rules. No talking. And Erik, this is not a very good way to start off here.” Mr. Beach said.

            “Sorry, Mr. Beach.” Erik and I spoke in unison.

Chapter One; Part Three

As I was getting my socks, Richard came to my door.

            “Someone’s running a little late,” he said, just warming up.

            “What do you want, Richard?” I asked snottily, getting ready for what was next.

            “I heard you last night, talking to Mallory. I wasn’t going to let you talk to her, but Rachel insisted. I was prepared to yell, but I thought you could use a break, you know, ‘cause I’m so nice and all.” I couldn’t help but snort at that.

            “Yes, you are the nicest person I know.” To bad he didn’t catch on to the sarcasm.

Smiling, he said, “Yes, yes, I know. But anyway, your mother insisted that I punish you.” Yeah, right. “We are astonished with your behavior. You have no right whatsoever to talk badly about me behind my back. You can try to keep it a secret, but you were being careless.”

            “UUhhh… In case you haven’t noticed, I spoke that loudly on purpose-idiot.” I mumbled that last part; I didn’t dare say it to his face.”

            “What? I couldn’t here half of what you said. You really need to quit mumbling.” I just glared at him.

            “Well, your punishment is no cellular telephone for a month! Perhaps that will help you think about what you’ve done. Now, finish getting ready, and give me the phone.” I did, glaring at him.

            “Creep.” Gosh, he’s such a geek! Cellular telephone? If my friend, Abby, heard him say that, she would think he was from prehistoric times, not knowing what he’s talking about. But I couldn’t blame her, he sure looks the part!

             Abby Gale is on the short side, has dark, curly brown hair, has a face full of freckles, and is super tan- her dad owns a tanning booth. Her eyes are bright

            But, otherwise, Abby is pretty cool. I think that it would be hard to live without all her quirks and mess-ups. More to the point, I don’t think that she could live without Mal and me.

            As soon as Richard was gone, I opened up my underwear drawer. Hhhmmm… where is it? Aha. Here we go. I always keep a spare cell in case Richard takes mine away. He takes my IPhone, I take out my Quickfire. That was my old phone- whenever I get a new cell, I throw the backup in the junk drawer.         Then I take my previous phone and put it in my underwear drawer. I always keep the simcards in most of the phones-just in case. I’ve gotten my phone taken away several times since Richard got here. Before he came, it was taken away about once a year. Maybe not even at all.

green- they’re almost blinding! She’s really pretty. To bad she’s dumb as a post. OK, maybe I’m overdoing it. But I have reasons. First, she mistook stick superglue for chap stick, and glued her lips together! She thought her mom bought her oversized, glue-flavored chap stick. She ended up going to the emergency room, for 4 hours! Once, she bought a power strip, and she plugged it into itself. She couldn’t figure out why her lamp wouldn’t turn on if her life depended on it! Another time, she was working at DQ, and a customer’s bill was $7.75. They gave her a 10 dollar bill, and three quarters, and she told the customer that he paid too much. So, he told her that all she has to do is give him three dollars, instead of two dollars and a quarter. Abby then told the customer that it was impossible to do that. She then gave the man 3 dollars, and a quarter, after she gave him back the 75 cents. She only had that job for 2 weeks.