Mrs. Cramdilly walked me and Sara to the classrooms. Sara's looked nice, some littler kids playing around. She gave me one last wave goodbye and went in. We continued to walk over to my class. Mrs. Cramdilly opened the door to a classroom that just had a bunch of kids sitting in desks. The teacher stopped in the middle of her speech to look at me. The rest of the class just stared. I walked in to the front. She said, "Oh, you must be the new student we heard so much about. I'm your teacher, Mrs. Han." I muttered a "Hello." She was trying to keep a happy face on. Cyrus said he went and already met her. She seemed cool.
"Class, say hello to...." She turned to me. "I'm sorry dear, what's your name?" I looked up a little. "Magnet." I said. The class started laughing. Magnet? Did he say Magnet? What kind of name is that?
I knew this was a bad idea.
Angie walked me around to each classroom and sat with me in each of them. I felt a little better, but I still just want to go home.
We went to gym next. This is where all my problems are going to start. I've dressed in front of Jazz, even Sara, but these are total strangers. Strangers who are going to see my wings. Angie and I entered the dressing room, and all the girls stopped and stared. Angie came up behind me. She whispered, "There's a bathroom stall over there. You can get dressed for gym in there if you want." I nodded and practically ran into the stall.
I exited the dressing room. Angie was close behind. I had to wear a shirt that was three times its regular size for my wings to fit comfortably. The boys played basketball, and the girls just chatted with each other. They were sneaking peaks at me and whispering to each other. A couple of the guys were too. I decided if I talked to the teacher she could just solve all this. Of course, that never works in every school movie I saw, but I'm desperate here.
As I made my way to the teacher some boys ran up behind me and pulled up the back of my shirt, snickering all the way. The whole class got a glimpse of my back. I squeaked and ran back to the dressing room. I sat in a corner and huddled into a ball. I just want to go home.
I was in history now. I have to say, I found it interesting. They were talking about Napoleon. Turns out, he's a tiny french dude who conquered a good half of the known world; not a gawky teenager with a speech problem. I guess school isn't all its cracked up to be. Viktor was sitting beside me, listening intently on our own energetic Napoleon. His name was Mr. Waddle, and I was a good head taller than him. Jazz was on the other side of the classroom. It seems we all got lost and there were only three seats left. At least I could see her. There was a knock on the door. Everyone stopped writing to see who it was. I guess this doesn't happen too often. The teacher answered the door, and the person behind it said something about me. They both gestured for me to come outside. Uh, oh.
I exited the classroom. I said, "Did I do something wrong?" She shook her head. "Well, somebody did. I need you to follow me to the middle school please."
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