Underground

By @chellbelle99

Underground

By @chellbelle99

This Family of four, the Crentons, were not expecting some big change like this in their lives. Nothing will be the same, and things are different here than where the used to live. The conditions, the people, the jobs, the schools, nothings the same.

Chapter 7

Chapter 2

I kept on staring at the vent, as if I was hypnotized. “Alisha, Alisha, Alisha!” Mrs. Nikan declared. I sat straight up in my seat and said, “Yes? Cells are made of organelles!” The whole class laughed. Mrs. Nikan sighed, “I asked, ‘About how many cells are in the human body?’ ”I thought for a minute and then I replied, “About one trillion cells.” I relaxed, not even knowing why my body was tense. I mean it’s not like kid could’ve been stalking me the whole day, or planning to kidnap me, or murder me, or or turn me into a zombie to join his underground army he is planning to use to take over the world, right?! Right?!?! Ok, I may be over exaggerating a bit, but still. Who IS that kid, and what is he doing all up in my business?! Now I’m really wishing I saw him long enough to notice details, like his head shape or hair color. Of course I know his eye color though, glowing blue. BRING. I started to pack up my stuff when Mrs. Nikan announced, “I would like you to turn in your notes as you leave class today.” OH ****. Oh **** oh **** oh **** oh ****oh****oh****oh****oh****. I scrambled to get my notes out and I did them as fast as I can. Do you ever notice that sometimes when you try and think of answers fast but it turns out you’re taking more time than you normally would? That was what was happening to me then and there. And it was taking me forever to finish them up. Half of the stuff I didn’t even know, because cells are new to us. I don’t know what happens if you get questions wrong on your notes, but I know it isn’t good. Once I finished my notes it looked like just a bunch of chicken scratch, but I hoped she can read it. I rushed out to my locker, while shoving my notes into Mrs. Nikan’s hands. I sprinted to my locker, opened it, and almost cursed at all the stuff that fell out. I got out my social studies binder and shoved in my science binder in my locker. The halls were becoming emptier by the second, and my social studies class is so far away, it’s seriously across the whole building. I was scrambling to get my stuff in my pint-sized locker, and the classes around me were closing their doors. I was running down the halls, and dropping papers on the way, while always stopping to pick them up. Eventually, I made it to my class, and when I opened the door it seemed like I was opening the double doors to a castle. I burst in, my hair probably a mess, my stuff flying out of my hands, and the worst thing of all, Chad’s best friend, Trent was in the room, with the desk closest to the door. Everyone was watching me as I walked to my desk all the way across the room. I plopped down and the girl sitting next to me started to pick up some of my papers. Mr. Green continued teaching while looking at me through the corner of his eye. The girl sitting next to me picked up one of my drawings of me and Chad holding hands. “Is that you holding hands with-” I snatched it from her and and said, “My sister likes somebody that strangely looks like Chad. . .” I trailed of, wishing my detailed drawings weren’t so detailed. “Yeah, right.” She mumbled while rolling her eyes and smiling a small evil smile. I pick up shove all my papers in my folder, and get out my notes on the Ancient Egyptian civilization. I let out a breath. I will never let my imagination run wild again. I glanced over to where Trent and his friends were sitting and they were chuckling about something Trent was talking about. Oh no, oh no, oh no oh no oh no. They were probably talking about how weird I am. I slouch down, pulling my hood over my head a bit, while still being able to watch them judge me. As soon as the bell rang I released a big puff of air and I rushed out of class, with less of my stuff falling. I saw Trent up ahead of me, talking to Chad. I saw Chad laugh and glance back at me. I pulled my hood even farther over my head and started hiding behind my stuff. Once I got to art, I walked in and had a talk with Mrs. Liniya. I am good friends with her because last year my locker was close to her classroom and she always stood outside her classroom. I usually sell my artwork at my locker, so Mrs. Liniya saw my artwork and we started talking about techniques. So now we are close friends, for a student and a teacher at least. Once class started I got out my notebook and waited happily for her to tell us what to do. Today she said we were going to be practicing sketching animals. Out of all the references she had I picked a horse, because horses are the most beautiful animal to draw, or at least I think so. When I was about half way done with my drawing, the people that sat close to me stopped what they were doing, and watched my pencil’s every move. Mrs Liniya was bothered by this because people weren’t doing their work. I tried shooing them away, or covering the drawing with my arm, but it seemed like the crowd around me was getting bigger by the second. I am HORRIBLE at being the center of attention, it just bothers me people watching me and saying that I’m amazing. With Mrs. LIniya it isn’t much of a problem because she isn’t saying I’m good, she’s just asking me questions and giving me tips on my drawings. I started getting claustrophobic, even though I’m in a decent sized classroom. My breath was starting to come in short gasps, and people only noticed I was freaking out when my hand started to shake. People starting apologizing(especially the girls), but they still didn’t leave me alone, they just took a step back. I had to deal with this the whole class period, until I figured out a way to get them away, I just stopped drawing. It killed me to waste time that I could be using to draw, but eventually everybody left me alone. When I started drawing again I made sure I was drawing under the table, so no one saw it. When the bell rang I was so disappointed. Not only because art class was over, but because I didn’t get to finish my drawing and show Mrs. Liniya. I glanced over to her desk and I noticed that her eyes were bluer than ever, and her fiery hair was a more distinct red than before. I probably just didn’t notice her hair being dyed a little bit when I first came into class. I went up to her desk to say bye, and when she first noticed me she whipped her head in my direction, and I saw for a split second her eyes were small ***** inside a small blue pool of hatred. I don’t know how I saw hatred, but it was as easy to tell as how you know what color the sky is on a nice day. Once that split second was over, Mrs. Liniya was back to normal and asked me what I needed. After a small chat I forgot about her angry flare up. I left class and headed to my locker to grab my clarinet. I opened my locker, and this time as soon as I opened my locker I held my hand out to catch the stuff that was falling, and it worked!! I was struggling to keep the stuff in my locker AND get out my clarinet, but eventually I did it, and just in time for band. I entered the band room and said hi to Mr. Brown, hoping that band will go better than the beginning of my day. I sat down and assembled my instrument, while looking around at everybody talking with their friends. I sighed and rested my clarinet on my lap. I’ve been in such a rush I almost forgot that I am supposed to meet with Courtney before recess. Once I had my instrument together I left it on my seat and went to talk to Courtney in the flute section. I got there after an obstacle course of other clarinet players trying to enter and exit the row, while there were also flute players trying to exit the section to get their music or water or instrument or whatever. When I found Courtney I squealed a little squeal, and jogged over to do our handshake. When I tapped her on the back she turned around and I was taken aback. It wasn’t Courtney!! I thought that the head of short black curly hair was Courtney’s!! Actually, it was boy’s. I think it was James’s, he was in my class in. . . .4th? No, 3rd. Either way, I was blushing and dashing the other way. I got to my seat and Alexis started teasing me. “Who was that? Someone. . . special?” She said while waggling her eyebrows. “No.” I replied firmly. “ I thought he was Courtney.” Alexis glanced over to the flute section where he was and answered, “I get that, they have the same hair from behind. He SERIOUSLY needs a haircut! And also the fact that he plays flute, he is not helping on his part.” I shushed Alexis when Mr. Brown stood on the stand. He held up his hand so I put my clarinet in my mouth, and I played the first note of our warm up, C. Then I went up playing C, D, E, F, and G. Then I went back down, and once we finished our warm up we started to play Joyful and Triumphant. Guess what, I didn’t squeak at all!!! As we were packing up another clarinet player named Charlie came up to my seat. “Um, uh, hi Alisha. You, um, dropped this notebook- er book when you were, um putting your uh, clarinet together.” He stuttered while holding out the book and rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, thank you Charlie. I appreciate it.” He nodded his head while his brown curls bounced. He walked and seemed like he wasn’t gonna make it to his next class, he made me worry he might float to the ceiling before he made it. Ok, this isn’t big news, he has liked me since he first moved here. Although he is cute, I have a couple other boys on my list before him. Although I can cross of 2 of them, I have no chance with them after this morning. So technically he’s in 2nd. After Max, a trombone player that is in my honors math class. I left band and at least I was left alone. I went to my locker, and this time I caught everything JUST in time before it fell. I was in such a good mood that I was basically skipping the whole way to Courtney’s locker. What sucks is that Courtney’s locker is by the double doors to Mr. Green’s trailer outside, so when it’s cold outside Courtney’s locker is cold. When I got to her locker she was laughing with and talking to Genevieve, a girl that giggles and gossips a lot. We always used to call her G-lover, but ever since she made fun of the fact that I liked Chad and he had no feelings back, we NEVER even mentioned her anymore, let alone TALK TO HER. “Courtney,” I cleared my throat and went on “You know, the funniest thing happened this morning.” I started to raise my voice. “Courtney,” Genevieve turned around to face me and said, “Do you mind?” “Actually, I don’t, so if you will just scooch over, we’ll be good to go.” I muttered as I squeezed between Genevieve and her locker. “Um, Genevieve, can you give us a moment?” Courtney asked calmly like she was concealing a bear. “Sure. . .” Genevieve muttered as she got lost in the crowd. “Alisha what has gotten into you?” Courtney whisper-yelled while staring at me harshly.”I thought that if I could talk to you I could get some sense in your big head of yours ‘cause right now I don’t think it knows what it’s doing.” I whisper yelled back. “Alisha I was only talking to Genevieve to get some Info because you haven’t talked to me all day!” “But Courtney we SWORE not to talk to G-lover, why do you think all of a sudden we can talk to her?” “Because she said she was going to give me info on Chad for you, although I said it was for me, because I didn’t want your info to spill EVERYWHERE.” “Well at least that info hasn’t spread, but the info about this morning sure has.” I muttered under my breath. “Ok, we have some catching up to do.” Courtney said as we started to walk outside to recess. So I told her about this morning and how Trent was right there by the door the whole time. She gasped and laughed at just the right times like she always does, making me feel like a great storyteller although I’m telling her my REAL life. I know it’s weird to be realizing this now, but I feel like Courtney is acting like I’m lying. Noo, that can’t be, there is no way that that perfect little Courtney that is the best flute player and always gets A’s and always gets the boy she likes to like her back and has no family problems and has everybody like her and has the best musical voice ever- ok, I just proved myself wrong. She is perfect!! Realizing this I told her that I promised to meet up with one of my friends who wanted tips on drawing, and I rushed away before she could reply. I snuck under a slide(I know, why does the school still have these?) and watched her head to her backup group of friends. I saw her head to the football field to hang with her friends when I saw Genevieve strut up to her with a smug look on her face like she just won the lottery, or did something behind someone’s back. I had to get in closer to hear what they were saying. I got on the swings right by the field and I heard “-ld Chad you like him.” I heard Courtney’s voice struggle to say, “You shouldn’t have Genevieve, I’m not kidding you shouldn’t have.” I glanced back and saw a horrified look on Courtney’s face. Ok, maybe she’s not perfect, but I need to see/hear where this leads. “Well I did, you can thank me later, but right now we have a situation at hand. Chad asked if Courtney wanted to go on a date with him.”

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