Chivalry is dead. (:edge name change!)

The bell shrilled as we finally slipped our asses into the seats. I took the back one in the corner. I looked down at my schedule, English, Math, Break, History/Geo, Science. I glanced at the clock. The old brass clock ticked, 9:05. Great. I looked around the class room. The only kids I recognized was Jena, Maddie and Pixie. Who I had learned like that nickname. The classroom was the tradtional one. Blackboard behind the teachers desk, windows to the side. Light yellow walls, tiles. The room reeked of chalk. I looked at a few old bookcases. Eh, probably nothing good. I thought about how most orphanages weren’t like this. This one cost the state. It wasnt over crowded and the thrid floor was a school. Wow. English was easy. The teacher was a balding, passionate man. He wore small square glasses and a shirt with rolled up sleeves. He exaggerated and bounced the around the room like a heroin addict. Mr.Clowenheirser.

Math wasnt so easy. I struggled but Twitch held me through it claming most of the stuff was easy and that I had a problem. I liked Twitch. He got it. He smiled a lot and broke things. Like the graph thingy we were using. He was yelled at. But the old, stumpy, toad looking like lady with graying hair didnt do much else. She got angry easily though. But Twitch apparently was her best student. So it was just a slip up. Twitch shrugged off Mrs.Keller without a second glance.

Break is when all the students were crammed into the hall and were allowed to talk for a period of fifteen minutes. At that Twitch lead me to his locker. "Here." He said passing me a yellow notebook. "You’l need it." He smiled closing his locker, and then played with the nob of the lock.

"Jeez thanks Twitch it’s a lifesaver." I smile at him, "Its Jake..." His hazel eyes smile along with his pale lips, "Thats my name i just through you should know."

I smile. "Jake? Wizard name Jake."

He looked at me as another kid shoved him into the locker trying to get by, "Wizard?" He asked rubbing his shoulder. I nod. "My word for cool." I lean agaisnt a neighboring locker. "Wizard." He says trying it out. "Wizard." He repeats smiling.

History/Geo flew by amazingly fast. The teacher was Mr.Garling. He sat behind his desk in a black t-shirt that matched his dull eyes. His brown hair was receding to the back of his scalp. He was obviously beaten with the ugly stick. His nose was crooked and too big, his face had scars, and he was shockingly tan. Gross. No wonder why his hair was retreating to the back of his head. It was afraid of his face. Eck. So not wizard.

Science was different. It was more open. More windows. The teacher was a hippie. Ms.Linauer, was a chunky, tall, flowly dress person. Her hair was long and brown small ripples ran through it. She smiled at all the students who walked through her door which had fake leaves taped to it. Inside the wall were painted as if we were supposed to be in a forest.

I was expecting fairies. Jesus. She sat barefoot, ontop of her desk and gave us this long lecture about the cycle of life and how everything we did, "Every action you make changes the world in some way. Every step your taking, your making history." She said in her singsong voice. She looked like the only one happy to be at the orphanage. "Your history!" She said to us as we walked from her imaginary forest. Our history. My history.

I sat on the floor chewing on my pen, proped up agaisnt the cool wall. This wall isnt gritty its smooth. Its different Writing again. Winifred had her gang over. We pretty much had free time till six. There was activites you could do but it was an orphanage. What the hell could be fun? Not being here. Duh. That was the big duh. "Kayceeee." Winifred sang, "What are youuu doing?" Avoiding you. I throught rolling the red pen between my teeth.

"Writing." Jena says. I smile up at her. She’s sitting indian style meditating on my bunk. She says, "Kaycee your bed is in the right postion leting me aura set free." Whatever that means. But I don’t care that she’s sitting on my bed. Its just a bed.

I hear a gush of giggles from the inset. The inset is where theres the step that leads into the "living room", we call it the inset because thats what it is. It’s a part of the room thats sunken. Im sitting with one foot in the inset watching them. "Kaycee you always have your tiger head in a book." Pixie says.

Tiger head. Tiger had become my nickname because of my strawberry blonde hair, and black streaks. I don’t mind it. I think Jena’s meditation vibes are seeping into me. Woo. "Hey you know with that yellow t-shirt on, you kinda looked like the sun yesterday Wini." Said Pig face.

The room was silent. I watched the emo kid inch away. Even Pixie moved to sit on the step. Twitch was safe, he was sitting on Maddies bunk reading my purple notebook. He looked up. Maddie was never the type to hang with us. It suited me just fine. And Winifred exploded.

"Listen you tiwg!" She roared standing up. When she yelled I felt anger bubble in my chest. "Don’t you think just because your getting adopted next week means your better than us you little snob!" Winifred thundered. Pig face, I mean, "Bobby." inched away his cheeks set up in an inferno. Nobody moved. Winifred quivered. Jena jumped down from my bed going to Winifred’s side. I looked over at Bobby who was staring down at his own hands. I couldn’t stand the deafining silence anymore, "You’s a dick Winifred, I like it!" I chirped. She beamed at me. Twitch bumped my shoulder smiling. Bobby left the room, his cheeks scorching and his hands shaking. The slam of the door echoed through the chilly room.