Sixth Grade Notes [[K to T parts]]

[Crystal]

Sixth Grade Notes:
How To Tame a Clique of Girls

[Crystal]

Chapter One:
Lily
When middle school starts, it’s basically the start of everything, to be exact. You’re not a kid anymore, puberty is settling in, and after just two more years (seventh and eighth grade), you’ll end up in high school. Even though middle school is just the start of life, life is a roller coaster, and it’s not everything perfect that you expected when you were seven or something.
On the first day of school, my mother ripped off my sheets of the bed and I lay there, cold and naked except for underwear I had put on before I went to bed, like I always do. A cold Lily Schmitt was not good. “Lily, get up,” scolded my mother with her icy tone of voice we always used when she scolded people, like me and my brother, David.
I quickly put on a bra and put on a lilac T-shirt, with navy blue sweatpants, pink-and-white socks, and my light blue and white sneakers. I put on my glasses and then went in the bathroom to brush my teeth, since I had braces, and my spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner were mixes of stinky breath. I brushed my medium/long blonde hair that turned brown when it got wet and saw that David was already dressed and had on a jacket. I felt like giggling. “David, it is August, and it’s not even close to cold.”
“You can never trust your sister, but you can trust the Indiana Weather Channel.”
I put my palm to my face. David was in eighth grade, but he still didn’t trust me after I hid spiders in his bed when I was in fifth grade. Back then, he was in seventh grade. “Besides, when we go to Chicago, I’m not taking you.”
“David, I’m telling!”
“Ooh,” said David in his mock tone. “You’re gonna tell me on Mommy and Daddy?” He then broke out into his normal voice. “Ha-ha, no Lily. You remember what you did in fifth grade.”
“Ever heard of something called payback? That was for smashing my ice cream cone in my face after I said that the Super-Man flavor of ice cream was stupid.”
“Well mint chocolate chip is stupid, too!”
This argument David and I were getting into was stupid. It had gone from jackets to weather to spiders to ice cream and payback. I ran behind him and peeled the jacket off him and stuffed it in the chute downstairs, which led to the laundry room in the basement. “There you go. Now you can trust me.”
“Mom, Lily threw my jacket into the chute and it’s going to be cold outside!” he yelled. I face-palmed myself again and thought, are all boys so stupid? Sure enough, my mother replied, but luckily, it was against David.
“Lily had a pretty good reason to. You were arguing and after all, it’s not even cold outside.”
Sure my mom was mean at times, but she was usually supportive of me. When I become a mom someday if I want to, I’ll be supportive of him or her too, except the dad would be more supportive if it were a boy.
David walked away, glaring at me and doing the “I’m watching you” sign with his fingers, but I smiled and said, “Yeah, I love you too.” He rolled his eyes and swaggered away in an embarrassed way. I couldn’t help but giggle. David was pretty funny, especially when he was embarrassed.
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After riding to school in mom’s 2012 Sorento, David ran upstairs to his eighth grade room, I walked up to the fifth grade room and asked my previous writing teacher, Mrs. Rice, where Mr. Crawford’s room was. “It’s over there,” she said, gesturing to a door to the other wall.
“Thank you, Mrs. Rice,” I said to her. I opened the door to see a brown curly-haired man with bifocals. He was thin and was wearing hobo-like clothes, as if he were the poorest man in the world. Suddenly he shouted:
“Welcome to the fish school of learning, Lily Schmitt!”
This caused a few of the kids, and the greatest thing was that the leader of the cliques, Christina Baxter, was going to be in my class. She was sitting two rows away from my best friend, Avery. Christina looked up at me and smirked at me. My face definitely turned tomato-red with embarrassment because she began giggling even more, though at first I couldn’t see her giggling but smirking. Though she’s been at my school since last year, I’ve heard her laugh too many times.