Oh my gosh!!!!! I haven't posted in soooooooooooooo long! I feel really bad... :( But I'm posting now so...Yay! I just read this amazing book. It's called
and it's by Rainbow Rowell. Fangirl is about a girl named Cath who is going to college. And guess what, she's a fangirl. Cath is a fan of the Simon Snow books. (a made up series) She writes fanfiction and is
popular. Cath has a twin named Wren and they are (used to be) best friends. But ever since Wren said she didn't want to be roommates with Cath they have drifted apart. Cath is lonely. Her roommate Raegan is crazy and
doesn't talk to her and Raegan's boyfriend is always at the apartment. Cath doesn't like college that much so far. It confuses her. This book is a great quick read! I adored it. There is a slightly sappy romance dispersed throughout the book but I enjoyed it. Now I'm going to post a boring story from school. Sorry.
As I burst through those lovely green and white doors, the secretary says, “Late again Miss Jessie. What was it this time?”
“Volleyball went late. Can I get a pass to second period?” I ask.
“Hmmmm, you’ve been late a lot, missy. I don’t know if I can keep givi-”
“-please?” Now I’m practically begging for one of those purple passes. Ms. Equal with kill me if I’m late without a pass. She is so strict, especially with me. She hates me.
“Fine,” she starts filling out the pass, “but this is the last time, okay?”
“Got it! Thank you!” I clutch the pass and start walking towards my locker. The secretary is really nice. I should remember her name. I rush to my locker and grab my things for math. Textbook, notebook, homework….Wait, did we have homework? I didn’t think so. I’ll be fine. I calmly walk to the room of the dreaded Ms. Equal. I look at the clock. Only six minutes late, not bad.
“Jessie! Where’ve you been?” Claire chirped.
“Nowhere Claire,” I turn to Ms. Equal and apologise, “I’m so sorry I’m late Ms. Equal. I slept in too much. My uh...Alarm clock broke.” I feel my face burn as I say that petty lie. My alarm clock broke? Seriously Jessie, you can lie better than that.
“Well I don’t give a fraction. Be quiet and go to your seat, front and center so I can watch you,” Ms. Equal practically growls. I walk over to my new desk, a little frightened. Everyone is looking at me, not cruelly, but sympathetically. Hm, did I forget something? Nope, I’ve got all my math stuff.
“You didn’t come in this morning, Jessie,” Ms. Equal hovers over me; I can smell her disgusting floral perfume. I had forgotten to come in this morning. I was confused about something yesterday and Ms. Equal asked me to come in. “Was there a death in the family or did you just, need some rest?” I could tell she was being sarcastic.
“I’m sorry, my volleyball practice went late,” I shuddered and hoped Ms. Equal wouldn’t get any closer to my face; it was getting weird.
“I thought your alarm broke.” Whoops: I screwed everything up. Now I’m really in trouble.
“It did but practice went late too,” I look away from Ms. Equal and see Mrs. Sun (the student teacher) from the corner of my eye; maybe she could help me out. “Hi Mrs. Sun, how are you?” I try to save myself with some small talk. But Mrs. Sun just pities me. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she feels sorry for everyone who has to endure the wrath of Ms. Equal.
“I’m alright, Jessie. How are you?” Mrs. Sun smiles. I smile right back. It makes me happy to see someone like Mrs. Sun. She brightens up the room with her cheerful voice.
“I’m alright too.” Then I remember the whole math thing. I turn to Ms. Equal, “I’m sorry I didn’t come in this morning. Can I come in this afternoon?”
“Okay, but you have to come today, alright? I have things to do you know,” she says to the class. Everyone giggles, including me. “I have a life. I don’t spend my days grading papers or looking at old yearbooks and drawing mustaches on the bad children.” Everyone was silent. Ms. Equal was doing this thing, when her voice gradually gets louder and louder. It’s really intimidating.
“Do you have your homework?” Claire slyly whispers into my ear.
“Was there homework? Oh no.”
“Uh, yeah! Dude, you’re dead,” she looks away.
“Is there a problem?” Ms. Equal asks. Claire’s right. I am dead, “What were you just saying, Claire? I would love to be included in the conversation.”
“Nothing…” Claire mutters under her breathe.
Ms. Equal turns to me and hisses,“Jesssssssssie.” Now she sounds like a snake; she slithers closer to me, her prey, “how was practice last night?”
Astounded by her interest in my personal life I squeeze out a response, “Good.”
“Did you manage to fit your math homework into your busy schedule?”
Shoot! Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! Right here in this smelly classroom I’m gonna die. I’ll just accept it. “No, I didn’t Ms. Equal. I’m very sorry.”
“What was the assignment?” she asks. Great, now she’s going to torture me with embarrassment.
“I don’t know.” I shuddered.
“Would everyone who did do homework please pass it forward?” Is the dragon going to let me go? Oh my gosh, I might actually live!
“Go to the office, Jessie. Now.” She points to the door. I leave. When I arrive at the office the sweet secretary greets me with kindness.
“Back so soon?” she asks. She doesn’t know I got in trouble.
“Yeah.”
“......” she doesn’t respond.
“It’s okay.”