"Words can hurt, but start Love"
Chapter 2
-Science, Art, Lunch, Enemies, and new friends-
Ally and Mike finally made it to the Science room. It was filled with teens sitting at tables. Most were talking and texting while some were rough housing. Ally took a seat next to Mike as the teacher began to start the class.
"Good morning class! Now before we start today, I'd like to introduce a new student. Ally Johnson. Ally came here all the way from Seattle. Hello ally, I'm Mrs. Turmol . Would you like to come up?" the female teacher asked.
Ally bashfully got out of her seat and walks up to the front of the class and waved.
"Hi guys."
Some girls said hi back, like one wearing a blue sweatshirt and a pony tail. Somewere winking at the girl, like a boy with freckles and orange hair that was slicked back.
Ally immediately sat back down in her seat. She just sank in her chair and sighed in releif.
"Now that is cleared up, I have a few announcements. Today for lunch there is chicken fajitas and rice. Also, we have a Winter Dance on December 23. A day before winter break! So get ready and vote for your Snow princess and Snow prince. Sign up to be crowned on the night of the dance." said Mrs.Turmol. "Let's get started shall we?"
"Hmmm. Winter Dance. Sounds fun.", Ally thought. "The snow princess and prince contest sounds pretty fun too."
She glances at Mike, is looking in his Science textbook. "I wonder if Mike likes it too? I'd probably like to see if I could win snow princess.."
"Now, can anyone tell me what happens when cold air and warm air meet and neither advances? Also give the specific name." Mrs.Turmoil stated.
Ally looked in her book and raised her hand quickly.
"Yes! Ally." the teacher said.
"It's called Stationary front and it creates precipitation. Most likely, rain."
"Very good Ally! Your on a very great start! Keep it up!" Mrs.Turmol praised.
Ally smiled and ignored some groans she got from a few classmates.
The class was pretty simple. They studied the type of clouds and how severe storms form. She knew all of it by heart because back in Seattle, it always rained. So they always knew how it would start.
BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!
The bell finally rings and the students clear out as quickly as they could.
"I have gym next, so I guess i'll see you at lunch?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I have art! See you later!" Ally replies.
The friends walk away from each other and into the different parts of the school. Once Ally opened the door, a wave of cool air pushed her hair back until she walked in. Aisles were blank with paint cans lined up at the base. Ally meets a thin teacher who looks like she's in her late twenties.
"Oh, hi! You must be Ally! I'm Ms.Brum, the art teacher. Today we are just free painting. So you don't have to worry about catching up." Ms.Brum stated.
Ally went to an aisle and started painting. other kids started pilling in the room. Even, Tiffany came in and was talking loudly to two of her cronies as she passed Ally.
"-And she just went off on me for making fun of that dork Mike." she said. "I tell you, I think she's a bigger loser than he is! No one plays out Tiffany Hawk! She can forget about being in the Preppies! Thats her loss!" Tiffany stated as she started painting. Her minions started snickering and giggling at the thought of Tiffany asking Ally.
Ally was discreetly listening and was shocked as any girl would be.
"Well I never wanted to be a stupid Preppy anyway!" She huffed under her breath.
Though it stung her severely, she just ignored the girl and tried to hold back letting Mackenzie out. What if Tiffany found out about her M.P.D? What if her personalities got the best of her? Would Tiffany still tease her? Ally continued to ask herself these questions. She just continued to paint a beautiful field until the bell rung and she sprinted out of the classroom.
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After running to her locker and getting the last three things she needs for the day, Ally finally found a seat at an empty lunch table. She sat their until the figure of Mike limping in the cafeteria caught her eye. She rushed to his side.
"Are you ok Mike?" Ally asked in a sad tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies rubbing his sore arm. "Svetlana just didn't stretch enough in gym today."
"Who's Svetlana?"
"She's one of my personalities. Svetlana is a Swedish gymnast. She can do leaps, splits, flips, anything." He explains tiredly. "Today she tried to somersault on a balance beam. Totally wore me out."
"Awwww! Isn't that sweet girls! The Dork twins are actually communicating!" Tiffany mocked.
Ally turned her head and saw Tiffany and her 'friends' laughing at Tiff's comment.
Both Mike and Ally glare at Tiff until Mike gasped, hunched over and started talking like an old Man.
"You better watch your mouth Missy!" Mike said.
That just made Tiffany laugh harder.
"Back in my day, you youngsters respected your elders!"
"Uh, Mike. Are you ok?" Ally asked.
"Who's this Mike guy? The names Chester!" He says again. Suddenly, Mike gasps again and turns back into his normal self.
"Looks like Mikey can't handle being a L-o-s-e-r!!" Tiffany makes and 'L' with her fingers and the whole cafeteria started laughing hysterically at Mike and Ally. Ally could feel tears coming out of her eyes and she let the warm liquid poor down her face.She had never felt so embarrassed.
"Hey!! Leave them alone! A girl yells.
"Yeah, why are you so mean?"
"yes! It is very cruel!"
Apparently three girls walked up to the teens . One with red hair that included a pink flower. Another with bleach blonde hair, green sweater, and purple lipstick. The last had brown hair, tanned skin, freckles, and brown eyes.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't a petty group of wannabes sticking up for the freak shows!" Tiff said again.
"Well your no prize either Tiffany!!" Zoey bellows.
"Yeah! Don't you know it's rude to say those things?" Dawn mentioned calmly yet sternly.
"-or did your dumb parents drop you on your head when you were a bratty little baby?" Courtney insults.
The whole cafeteria "ooh's" and tiffany stares around in embarrassment.
"Oh go jump off a cliff dweebs!" she says. Tiffany storms out of the Lunch room with a tanned girl with dark hair and a blonde girl wearing pink following her.
Courtney huffs and crosses her arms.
"What a drama queen!"
As ally wipes her eyes, Dawn puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asks in an angelic voice.
"Yes, I am. But this is the worst first day ever!" Ally remarks.
"It's ok! We all have felt the wrath of Tiffany! Her aura reads negativity and neglect. I'm Dawn by the way." Dawn says as she greets Ally.
"Hello, I'm Ally. I just moved here from Seattle."
"Hi! I'm Zoey!" the girl with the red hair said.
"And I'm Courtney! Also student body president." Replied the girl with the brown hair.
"Nice to meet you guys." Ally says thankfully. "You guys know Mike right?" she gestures to a waving mike.
"Yes, we all know Mike. We met up a few days ago." Dawn said. "Hello Mike, have you been working on those meditation moves I showed you?"
"Yeah! I think I'm really making some progress!" Mike says happily.
"Mike is trying to cure his M.P.D. I thought that if his mind is clear from meditating, his brain won't have a reason to change personalities." Dawn explained.
Ally thought that was a pretty clever idea. She hasn't really thought about curing her M.P.D. Her mother thought it would ware off as she got older. Ally was worried that if she gets married and has kids, would the M.P.D affect them? Well, that bridge she would cross when she gets there...
"Do you guys want to sit at our table? We have plenty of room!" Zoey asked.
Mike and Ally both nod and make their way to a half full table. That's where they met some cool people. They met Sam, a continuos gamer. Cameron, probably the smartest teenager in the universe. Gwen, a cool goth with a talent of drawing. Bridgette, a calm surfer girl. Izzy, in other words, a physco. Noah, a book worm and know-it-all. Brick, an army generals son. And 'B', a silent technology genius.
After greeting each other, they all ate and talked about random things.
Mike started asking Ally about her personalities.
"I have five actually. You know Mackenzie, of course. But I also have Charlotte, Nanny Anne, Mishra, and Lucy. Charlotte is a relentless party girl, when ever you mention a party or dance she's there. Mishra is a german body builder and weight lifter. After running a few mile, she's never tired. Nanny Anne...I'll just show you.."
Ally tips over her milk carton and immediately gasped. She put her hair in a bun, put a maids bonnet on her head and spoke in a British accent.
"Oh dear! I seem to have made a spill! Nothing a little elbow grease can't cure!"
Ally pulls out a hankie from her back pocket and scours the table until the milk stain is gone. She gasped again and put her hair back in a ponytail. Mike layered at her in awe as she sat back down.
"That was Nanny Anne. The last is Lucy, a hyperactive farm girl who can lasso anything." Ally finishes.
Ally felt great finally telling someone about her condition. It made her feel alive and free. Especially now that she got so many new friends in one day. Ally thought this was gonna be the start of a great school year.
Chapter 2
-Science, Art, Lunch, Enemies, and new friends-
Ally and Mike finally made it to the Science room. It was filled with teens sitting at tables. Most were talking and texting while some were rough housing. Ally took a seat next to Mike as the teacher began to start the class.
"Good morning class! Now before we start today, I'd like to introduce a new student. Ally Johnson. Ally came here all the way from Seattle. Hello ally, I'm Mrs. Turmol . Would you like to come up?" the female teacher asked.
Ally bashfully got out of her seat and walks up to the front of the class and waved.
"Hi guys."
Some girls said hi back, like one wearing a blue sweatshirt and a pony tail. Somewere winking at the girl, like a boy with freckles and orange hair that was slicked back.
Ally immediately sat back down in her seat. She just sank in her chair and sighed in releif.
"Now that is cleared up, I have a few announcements. Today for lunch there is chicken fajitas and rice. Also, we have a Winter Dance on December 23. A day before winter break! So get ready and vote for your Snow princess and Snow prince. Sign up to be crowned on the night of the dance." said Mrs.Turmol. "Let's get started shall we?"
"Hmmm. Winter Dance. Sounds fun.", Ally thought. "The snow princess and prince contest sounds pretty fun too."
She glances at Mike, is looking in his Science textbook. "I wonder if Mike likes it too? I'd probably like to see if I could win snow princess.."
"Now, can anyone tell me what happens when cold air and warm air meet and neither advances? Also give the specific name." Mrs.Turmoil stated.
Ally looked in her book and raised her hand quickly.
"Yes! Ally." the teacher said.
"It's called Stationary front and it creates precipitation. Most likely, rain."
"Very good Ally! Your on a very great start! Keep it up!" Mrs.Turmol praised.
Ally smiled and ignored some groans she got from a few classmates.
The class was pretty simple. They studied the type of clouds and how severe storms form. She knew all of it by heart because back in Seattle, it always rained. So they always knew how it would start.
BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!
The bell finally rings and the students clear out as quickly as they could.
"I have gym next, so I guess i'll see you at lunch?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I have art! See you later!" Ally replies.
The friends walk away from each other and into the different parts of the school. Once Ally opened the door, a wave of cool air pushed her hair back until she walked in. Aisles were blank with paint cans lined up at the base. Ally meets a thin teacher who looks like she's in her late twenties.
"Oh, hi! You must be Ally! I'm Ms.Brum, the art teacher. Today we are just free painting. So you don't have to worry about catching up." Ms.Brum stated.
Ally went to an aisle and started painting. other kids started pilling in the room. Even, Tiffany came in and was talking loudly to two of her cronies as she passed Ally.
"-And she just went off on me for making fun of that dork Mike." she said. "I tell you, I think she's a bigger loser than he is! No one plays out Tiffany Hawk! She can forget about being in the Preppies! Thats her loss!" Tiffany stated as she started painting. Her minions started snickering and giggling at the thought of Tiffany asking Ally.
Ally was discreetly listening and was shocked as any girl would be.
"Well I never wanted to be a stupid Preppy anyway!" She huffed under her breath.
Though it stung her severely, she just ignored the girl and tried to hold back letting Mackenzie out. What if Tiffany found out about her M.P.D? What if her personalities got the best of her? Would Tiffany still tease her? Ally continued to ask herself these questions. She just continued to paint a beautiful field until the bell rung and she sprinted out of the classroom.
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After running to her locker and getting the last three things she needs for the day, Ally finally found a seat at an empty lunch table. She sat their until the figure of Mike limping in the cafeteria caught her eye. She rushed to his side.
"Are you ok Mike?" Ally asked in a sad tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies rubbing his sore arm. "Svetlana just didn't stretch enough in gym today."
"Who's Svetlana?"
"She's one of my personalities. Svetlana is a Swedish gymnast. She can do leaps, splits, flips, anything." He explains tiredly. "Today she tried to somersault on a balance beam. Totally wore me out."
"Awwww! Isn't that sweet girls! The Dork twins are actually communicating!" Tiffany mocked.
Ally turned her head and saw Tiffany and her 'friends' laughing at Tiff's comment.
Both Mike and Ally glare at Tiff until Mike gasped, hunched over and started talking like an old Man.
"You better watch your mouth Missy!" Mike said.
That just made Tiffany laugh harder.
"Back in my day, you youngsters respected your elders!"
"Uh, Mike. Are you ok?" Ally asked.
"Who's this Mike guy? The names Chester!" He says again. Suddenly, Mike gasps again and turns back into his normal self.
"Looks like Mikey can't handle being a L-o-s-e-r!!" Tiffany makes and 'L' with her fingers and the whole cafeteria started laughing hysterically at Mike and Ally. Ally could feel tears coming out of her eyes and she let the warm liquid poor down her face.She had never felt so embarrassed.
"Hey!! Leave them alone! A girl yells.
"Yeah, why are you so mean?"
"yes! It is very cruel!"
Apparently three girls walked up to the teens . One with red hair that included a pink flower. Another with bleach blonde hair, green sweater, and purple lipstick. The last had brown hair, tanned skin, freckles, and brown eyes.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't a petty group of wannabes sticking up for the freak shows!" Tiff said again.
"Well your no prize either Tiffany!!" Zoey bellows.
"Yeah! Don't you know it's rude to say those things?" Dawn mentioned calmly yet sternly.
"-or did your dumb parents drop you on your head when you were a bratty little baby?" Courtney insults.
The whole cafeteria "ooh's" and tiffany stares around in embarrassment.
"Oh go jump off a cliff dweebs!" she says. Tiffany storms out of the Lunch room with a tanned girl with dark hair and a blonde girl wearing pink following her.
Courtney huffs and crosses her arms.
"What a drama queen!"
As ally wipes her eyes, Dawn puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asks in an angelic voice.
"Yes, I am. But this is the worst first day ever!" Ally remarks.
"It's ok! We all have felt the wrath of Tiffany! Her aura reads negativity and neglect. I'm Dawn by the way." Dawn says as she greets Ally.
"Hello, I'm Ally. I just moved here from Seattle."
"Hi! I'm Zoey!" the girl with the red hair said.
"And I'm Courtney! Also student body president." Replied the girl with the brown hair.
"Nice to meet you guys." Ally says thankfully. "You guys know Mike right?" she gestures to a waving mike.
"Yes, we all know Mike. We met up a few days ago." Dawn said. "Hello Mike, have you been working on those meditation moves I showed you?"
"Yeah! I think I'm really making some progress!" Mike says happily.
"Mike is trying to cure his M.P.D. I thought that if his mind is clear from meditating, his brain won't have a reason to change personalities." Dawn explained.
Ally thought that was a pretty clever idea. She hasn't really thought about curing her M.P.D. Her mother thought it would ware off as she got older. Ally was worried that if she gets married and has kids, would the M.P.D affect them? Well, that bridge she would cross when she gets there...
"Do you guys want to sit at our table? We have plenty of room!" Zoey asked.
Mike and Ally both nod and make their way to a half full table. That's where they met some cool people. They met Sam, a continuos gamer. Cameron, probably the smartest teenager in the universe. Gwen, a cool goth with a talent of drawing. Bridgette, a calm surfer girl. Izzy, in other words, a physco. Noah, a book worm and know-it-all. Brick, an army generals son. And 'B', a silent technology genius.
After greeting each other, they all ate and talked about random things.
Mike started asking Ally about her personalities.
"I have five actually. You know Mackenzie, of course. But I also have Charlotte, Nanny Anne, Mishra, and Lucy. Charlotte is a relentless party girl, when ever you mention a party or dance she's there. Mishra is a german body builder and weight lifter. After running a few mile, she's never tired. Nanny Anne...I'll just show you.."
Ally tips over her milk carton and immediately gasped. She put her hair in a bun, put a maids bonnet on her head and spoke in a British accent.
"Oh dear! I seem to have made a spill! Nothing a little elbow grease can't cure!"
Ally pulls out a hankie from her back pocket and scours the table until the milk stain is gone. She gasped again and put her hair back in a ponytail. Mike layered at her in awe as she sat back down.
"That was Nanny Anne. The last is Lucy, a hyperactive farm girl who can lasso anything." Ally finishes.
Ally felt great finally telling someone about her condition. It made her feel alive and free. Especially now that she got so many new friends in one day. Ally thought this was gonna be the start of a great school year.
