Diary of a 7th Grader

Turning Sides

March 18 2013

I FINALLY  found something that happened at school to write about!!! Today was not as pleasant as I thought it was going to be. It all started off in Language Arts. We had a substitute today, so Mrs. Cring wanted us to read a story for today's class.  The substitute was calling on people who didn't seem to be paying attention, to read out loud a paragraph from the story. Later on, while we were still reading, Rick whispered to me, "Let's do the name game." For all of you who don't know the name game, which is what I call it, it's when someone takes your hand and writes a certain time on the back of your hand. Then the person writes someone's name on the palm of your hand, like a classmate, of the opposite gender. When that is done you are not allowed to look at the name that was placed on your hand until the time, that was written on the back of your hand, comes. If you do look at the name ahead of time, then you have to ask, the person who is on your hand, out. Anyways, when Rick said that, I refused. "Come on, lets play the game, you are no fun." He whispered back, disappointed. "No, not now!" I said as quietly as I could. Instead of leaving me alone, he forcefully grabbed my hand. Then, he took out a pen and started writing. Rick set the time to 12:38 p.m. In my opinion, that pen was the sharpest pen that I have ever, in my entire life, felt. It felt as if he was giving me a tattoo. When he was spelling out the guy's name on my hand, he was writing it on the most sensitive parts of my hand. I cringed as my hand was turning red from all the pressure and pain that was on it. Finally he finished, and I was so happy. Soon after that, Rick was leaning towards me. I started to lean the other way, so he wouldn't come to close to me. All of a sudden, the substitute called on me. "Lovely, young girl in the plain blue shirt. Read the next paragraph." I stopped and picked up my book and stared at it. "Uhh . . ." I was really confused, I wasn't paying attention to we're we left off. One of my classmates shouted at me, telling me what page. I was embarrassed, if Rick wasn't bugging me, I would have been paying attention more. 

Surprisingly, it didn't stop there. In Mandarin, more trouble happened. We had a substitute in this class as well. The chorus group was called down to the auditorium to take yearbook photos. When I came back, Kate had some news for me. "Zane stole your pencil, I know because I saw him take it from your desk while you were gone." And sure enough, I looked over at Zane who had my pencil in his hand. "Hey Zane! Give Ariana her pencil back!" Shouted Kate across the room. "It's not her's, it's mine!" Zane shouted back. They shouted back and fourth about the pencil. It was my only pencil, Zane stole it and he was lying. How mean is that. I haven't done anything mean to him. Soon I started to get angry, then I thought of something that I did to remember which pencil is mine. "I know, check the pencil, it has my name on it, I engraved it in there." I told Zane. He looked at the pencil examining it closely. "Nope, it's not there." He said quickly as he was about to turn around. "Just wait a minute!" I said. I guess in the turn of events, I turned to my mean side. I thrusted myself forward and grabbed the pencil. Zane held a grip on the pencil and pulled, I held my grip as well and started to pull. I looked at Zane angrily and he gave me the same look.  Then the substitute interfered in the situation. "Let go of the pencil." The substitute told me. I looked at him, then I obeyed. I slowly let go. "Now tell me what's going on here." The sub asked. "He stole my pencil." I said. "Give the girl her pencil." The substitute ordered Zane. He handed me the pencil and I took it and stuffed it in my pencil case. What I didn't notice the whole time the conflict was going on, my face was all red. I guess sense this never really happened to me, and I was afraid I going to get in trouble, it started to get to my sensitive side.