'We Came to America!-Last Month!'

Nihao

the Friday before I started school, I went to

the school to register. We were in the school

office when 3rd period ended. Someone started

screaming "Who's that? Who's that? Who's that?",

until someone said "It's a new kid!". Thanks alot.

The following Monday I started school. My mom

and I sat in the office for most of 1st period while

the secretary was filling out papers and the such.

the called in a girl named Tristen to be my buddy

because she's in all my classes except one. The

secretary asked her to show me all the classrooms.

While we were walking down the halls this hall

monitor named Trey started following us and

asking questions(he's a hall monitor 'cause he got

kicked out of band) "Who are you?" "Where are

you from?" "Naipan?" "Naipan?" "Naipan?"

"Naipan?" He finally understood.

When I told my dad this story on the phone,

he asked me(after a slight pause); "Is he retarded?"

Almost. So he follows us to my locker, and

asks me "Are you in 8th grade? Dang it!" And

walks away. Okay... I go about my business

trying to remember people's names, meeting

new teachers(some of 'em taught my mom!),

and dealing with a broken locker. I hate my

locker! After 1st period, I was walking down

the hall toward my History class, when Trey

says "Hey, Natasha" loud enough for the whole

hallway to hear(including the principal), and

after I had walked away, I heard him say "She's

my girlfriend." What??!! I think you're dreaming!

That was really weird. When I was walking

home from school with Sherikee, and Shailee,

him and his two friends were walking very

close behind us. I'm surprised they didn't step

on my feet. Then Trey says "So, you're from

Russia?" Huh? What about that whole incident

during first period? "Oh, 'cause so & so is really

excited." This made me feel terrible 'cause so

& so is an adopted kid from Russia. Sorry!

Then he kept saying "Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.

Natasha." till I answer him. He doesn't have

anything to say. When we turned, and went

our ways, he bellows "Bye Natasha." Yeah.

This is my scary story. I'm only telling this

story because he has not said anything to me

since, so you don't need to worry about a freak-o

(believe me, I've heard stories. He's a freak-o.)

stalking me. My science teacher used to teach

my mom, and my math teacher was a good

friend of my uncle's in 3rd grade. He used to live where Sherokee lives. Sorry Sherokee, I

don't know how to spell your name, or Shailee's.

School lunch is so sick-o, I only drink my water,

eat my veggie and fruit, and maybe some fries.

But don't worry, I stuff my face once I get

home. Someone asked me if I was going anerexic

'cause I wasn't eating enough. What? Do I look

anorexic? So, besides my crappy locker, and

a crappy lunch, I like school. Ask me questions.

Saichien