• Humor me, pretened you're 12 or 13. If you are, you probably know this already, but if you're not let me explain something to you. Seventh grade. People have tried to make it sound good. It's far from it. In the simplest term its hell. Cliques drama, the creeper teachers. It's the year that you're not exactly new to the middle school, but you're not exactly ready to leave.

    I was ready to leave in December.

    I could barley stand it. The only things that really kept me from going insane were my friends and the few cool teachers i had. Trust me they were cool. Mrs. Ash my ELA teacher was tall, understanding, fun and drop dead gorgeous. I'm serious. Then there was the squat math teacher everyone loved, Mr. Vass. One funny thing about him was he looked like a dwarf, and on each finger he had a huge ring with some kind of jewl on it. Last but not least was the hilariously hyperactive gym teacher, Ms. Ritter. Each teacher is amazingly nice and funny. I don't understand how people could hate them. I could understand how people could hate people like my science teacher, Ms. Kelly. We call him the tyrant, that's how cruel she is. People like Mrs. Aakster, the librarian you needed to stay away from. It was horrible. Then there was Mr. Denman, the cyco social studies teacher.

    It all got worse in March though, when Mr. Denman was apperantly arrested and his sub Mr. Jacquis came. He came on the day of March 12th. I remember the day perfectly, because it was the day my life changed. For the better or for the worse I don't know. It started before the first bell.

    "Hey, Jinx!" I heard through the chatter of monday morning. I looked over to see my friend, Jen Sanderson. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She beckond me over with her manicured nails.

    "What's up Jen?" I asked her leaning against Jake Taylor's locker. "The juicy news for today is?" she smiled and I saw Missy Harrington laugh dryly.

    "The juicy news is, no more Mr. Denman!" she squealed and Beth Blackman, who everyone called BB stopped and stared,

    "Really?" she asked, I smiled at her and nodded back at Jen,

    "What happened?" I looked to Missy Anderson, the police chief's daughter, "Missy, you know." I sang. She looked at me, her black eyeshadow would be intimidating if I wasn't used to it. She laughed dryly,

    "Yeah, but you didn't get it from me," Jen squealed, Missy glared then looked back to me. "Anyway, he got caught smoking pot, selling it too, that and a bunch of other illeagal drugs. He's no longer a teacher, and i'm particularly glad." she slammed her locker and stalked off in the direction of her homeroom. Jen laughed and turned to me,

    "Yeah the best part of it all is, our sub is way hot. He's French and his name is Mr. Jacquis, he spent summers in France with his mom, and the school year with his dad in Buffalo. He's fluent in French and English and his accent is so hot!" she was practiclly jumping up and down. I rolled my eyes, but was really actually excited. I'd see this Mr. Jacquis after lunch. I slipped back to my locker and inspected myself. My fair skin greeted me, a few pimples were coming in, but oh well, we all had those. I quickly put my black hair in a ponytail, thinking about getting a red streak. Auntie Maggie and Uncle Pop wouldn't let me. Then my mind turned to France.

    I had spent summers there up until I was ten, three years ago, when my Grammie died. It was to keep in touch with my heritige. Auntie Maggie an Uncle Pop were my mom's sister and brother in law, Grammie was my father's mother. My parents died when I was a baby, along with my brother, Todd. They all looked like me, except for my Dad, he was different, blonde hair, the rest of us had black hair. We all had the same stricking bright blue eyes though. I'm fluent in French, so I took Spanish. Being bilingual I really didn't have to but i wanted to.

    The bell rang, it was the warning bell. I grabbed my ELA book and started off towards the library, my homeroom.

    Crone, the librarian whom I also enjoyed calling Magpie, glared at me as I walked into the library. She didn't like having a homeroom, but she managed to not kill us, even though she had a certain disdainment towards me. I have no clue why, she normally likes people who read. She hates me.

    "Sit down!" she screetched. I quickly sat down as she looked over us for roll call.

    "Where's Tillman?" the nails on chalkboard voice sounded. I shivered,

    "Jasmine Christopher! Where is Tillman?" for being a blind old bat, she knew when people were scared, and I was scared when people used my full name. (Considering that both Auntie Maggie and Uncle Pop both hated Jazzie they said Jinx would be better, Pokemon is involved but THAT'S another story on its own)

    "I have no idea Mrs. A, maybe he's sick." I said politly, pulling my sleeves down to make it look like i was cold. I very well could be cold in Ossineke, Michigan in March, plus the whole part of being in an air conditioned library didn't help much.

    "Hmmm," she screeched, very well." The Crone went back to her duties. Her hunched back, little fingers, and white hair, could be seen and heard typing on the computer. Probably typing up our behaviors to make us easier to kill us and make it look like an accident, well that's what everyone thought she was doing. Me included.

    I opened my book, New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. It was my fifth time reading it, that and Eclipse also by her, due to the fact Breaking Dawn and a few of my other favorite books were out on loan and I couldn't stay away from the Twilight Saga forever. [**Special Fact, okay this story is based on truth more than people would think]

    I was just getting to a good part, when Bella and Edward meet again and the Volturi come, when the bell rang for me to go to gym. I love gym, and today we were playing team Handball seeing as the boys were swimming.

    "Mornin' Ms. Ritter!" I called from across the gym, she was standing there, talking to Mr. Vass, they were whispering quietly and quickly. They both looked particularly worried. With Mr. Vass combing at his mustache and Ms. Ritter not really doing anything like she usually does, she was standing there, completely still, as if she was a statue. The only thing moving was her mouth. Not going as fast as usual.

    "Must not have heard you." Jen said in the locker room. She put on her usual pink shorts and navy blue top that said, "Wildcats Vollyball!" in yellow letters.

    "Yeah, but since when does she talk to Mr. Vass? I've never seen them anywhere near each other." I couldn't get it out of my head that something was wrong, Ms. Ritter always talked about how math was pointless, how she never needed it in her life, and Mr. Vass talking about how physical activity was good to keep healthy and to have fun, but using your brain was more important. They would be the last two people talking to each other.

    At least, that's what I thought.

    "Must not have heard you," Jen said in the locker room.