Fillipa

Toilets

We continue this tug-of-war thing, until I end up pulling half the leaves of the tree limb, and I fall backwards and so does Ashley with the half naked tree limb and we both burst into fits of laughter and I almost choke on a piece of cheese. I think I have found a friend, but possibly NOT a permanent one. I have known him for less than a day, and he is already behaving like we have been friends for a long time? I don’t get it. With the past couple of schools I have been to, I get completely ignored by everyone but the teacher, and then all of a sudden everyone wants to be my friend about two or three months before I leave to another school. That really sucked. Even if I did sit with the popular looking people I still get ignored, but I think it is the other way around when you sit next to the not so popular looking people....
I look at the half naked weeping willow tree limb. Uuuuuhhhhhggggg, my OCD is getting to me again. Ashley is still laughing, and SNORTING, Omg, so I quickly grab the tree limb and pull all the leaves off it and throw it back at Ashley. Along with the leaves being sprinkled in his face and he giggles even more and tries to throw them back to me. I think I will go away now, Ashley is getting quite hyper and annoying....

I’m new here so it’s a good thing to ‘explore’ a bit around the school. I see a very long line of kids so that must be the canteen line. I walk past it and over to a door that says ‘Female’, so obviously it is the girls toilets, about a hundred meters away from the canteen. I open the bright yellow wooden door and walk in and hope no one else is in there. Nope, I am wrong; one of the girls from earlier is in there, brushing her light brown hair.  I stand there for a few seconds, hoping she does not notice me washing my hands. Well, that is next to impossible, since I have a neon green schoolbag dripping with key rings and other assorted crap, along with a black t-shirt saying, ‘cats have more fun’ in rainbow writing. Oh, great. But still, I go to wash my hands and pretend she is not there. “Hi Fillipa!” she chirps, like a little bird. Humph..... I try not to ignore her. Then she tries again, “Hi Fillipa!” she say a little louder, but not angrier, still chirpy and taps my on the shoulder. Sigh..... I decide I don’t want to make as many enemies as I did with some of my previous schools. I turn around and face her, my hands still holding on to the edge of the sink. But before she says anything, I ask, “Are you Gabriella or Ada?” and just look at her. “Ada!” she chirps, again, with a huge smile on her face. I wish she could tell me how she manages to keep her cool. I think I should start calling her, ‘the little bird’.

“OMG! I never got to ask you my questions earlier!!! Can I ask them now?! Please!” she almost begs me. “Go for it.” I reply blankly. I sigh. “It must be hard having eight siblings..... Is it?” she asks, trying to be polite. I think about this for a moment, and say, “Well... ummmm... we have our good moments and our bad moments.....” I mean, having a ton of siblings isn’t ALL bad because we still have our awesome moments. I am the third oldest, so not quite the middle child, I often help out with the younger ones. I love little kids, and I don’t normally get along with people my own age. The little bird must be an only child or something.
As I move to walk out the door, but she stops me. “WAIT! I have one more question!” she says. “What?!” I almost shout at her in inpatients. I turn to look at her, with my back to the door. “Ummmm, whats it like in Spain? Is it full of poor people?” STUPID QUESTION ALERT!!! “Not really. But there are poor people, obviously, and the middle class normal people, and then there is the rich people,” I say, trying to not sound slightly angry. But WHAT makes her think that? Is it the warm climate she is talking about? I don’t really know. I am just about to open the door as Ada just gives me a random hug. “What the f-” I almost said. “THANKS!!!!” oooookaaaaay..... Well at least she is trying to be a nice person. Better than a mean one. So then I FINALLY escape out the bright yellow door, and the bell goes, loud and clear.