Dear Melvin - Day 4

Dear Melvin,

OH MY GOD IT WAS SO COOL. ALBRIGHT TOLD US IF WE WANTED TO WE COULD MEET HER PET NAMED CLICKER AND OF COURSE I WANTED TO MEET HIM AND SO WE FOLLOWED HER UP TO HER DESK AND SHE PULLED OUT A CAGE AND IN IT THERE WAS A TOUCAN. SHE HAS A TOUCAN. AHHHHHH.

Okay, rant over. The prompt of the day is literally just to describe our day. In detail. And we have the entire class period to do it. I think this will happen every first day of the week? I’m not sure I was distracted by her TOUCAN. WHICH SHE HAS. I LOVE CLICKER.

Okay enough about Clicker. Who I adore. So, my day. Let’s see, I woke up. Had a yogurt and grabbed a granola bar. Walked to school. The usual morning stuff.

In History we started learning about Greek mythology. Thank you Uncle Rick for teaching me everything I know about Greek mythology. It was very useful. 

In French we did some random worksheet I could barely understand. Yeah, I’m probably going to need to take Duolingo lessons on French this year too. Please don’t hurt me, Duolingo Owl.

In Math we had a sub. Already, I know. It’s only the fourth day of school and somehow Mr. Farino already found a way to escape us. I’m impressed.

In Chem, well, I actually rather liked Chem today. Ms. Trenia gave us a worksheet full of chemistry puns. That was fun.

Ah, yes, the infamous lunch time. So here at Fryde High, there’s a small cafeteria but there’s a lot of open air areas and tables outside, so students can kind of eat wherever. Now, I know what you’re thinking, Melvin. Fryde? Who names a school Fryde? Well, clearly someone did, and now I have to deal with it.

Anyways, so I’ve been eating outside the library and then going in as soon as I was finished to read or scope out the books. I haven’t had to buy lunch because my mom wouldn’t hear of me eating that “junk food” when I could have homemade roti and sabji. Oh, sabji usually refers to a kind of vegetable dish, and roti is a kind of flatbread. You’re a google doc, so I assume you don’t know much about Indian food. Or food in general. Or anything really… Although the google part of you might know all this already.

Whatever. So I was walking with my lunchbox past the cafeteria and it happened. The cliche moment that happens in every. Single. High school. Story. Ever. Some bullies tripped some girl and she accidentally spilled her tray on this mildly good looking dude wearing neon green contact lenses with bright orange streaks running through them.

The girl was floundering and I couldn’t see anyone making a move to help her so I just kind of walked into the cafeteria.

It was already dead silent in there, apparently Mr. Contacts was popular, so when I opened the door all eyes swung to me. I’m really awkward so I was all like, “Oh I’m just here because the office sent me to get her,” and pointed at the girl while my face burned.

She looked at me confusedly, I think that’s a word, but didn’t argue as I ushered her out of the cafeteria. Then I nodded at her uncomfortably and continued on my way to the library. Blah blah, ate lunch, borrowed the book Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo from the library again, texted my friends from home about the whole lunch fiasco, and basically went about my life.

Then, the dreaded class. Fifth period PE. Mondays are for mile runs. Yay. Got a nine minute run and pretended to be a puddle for the rest of the period.

And, finally, sixth period, this class. Which is shaping up to be one of my favorite classes, except for the part where the girl I pulled out of the sticky situation, literally, apparently sits right next to me and is staring at me as I write this. I really should pay more attention to my surroundings…

Okay, I am about to make conversation.

What I have learned:

• Her name is Nadine

• She’s 14

• She was born exactly 18 days after me

• Surprise surprise, she has a crush on Mr. Green and Orange Contacts, whose name is Aaron

• Aaron is 16 years old, and a junior

• Aaron has incredible bright green eyes

• Nadine has no idea Aaron wears contact lenses

• Aaron is one of the popular people

• Aaron is single

• Nadine talks about Aaron a lot and I’m not going to write what I have learned about Aaron from her anymore

• She has talked about Mr. Contact Lenses for the past ten minutes

• Q w e r t y u i o p a s d f g h j k l z x c v b n m

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• Spinach

• Spinach

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• Spinach

• Spinach

Oh, blessed freedom, the bell has rung. Seeya Melvin