It’s impossible to know everything all at once. That’s why we have grades in school, since each grade has a different level to learn about.
But my school is different. My new school.
Hi, my name is Sierra Chase. I am sixteen years old.
My school has only one grade–and, well, it’s not even a grade. It’s called ‘Flip’.
I know, it’s really embarrassing.
When my aunt comes for a visit, for example, she always asks me what grade I am in. Like, always. And I always say the grade I am in. But this year, it’s going to be different.
All of my friends from my old school text me like crazy. I thought that they missed me, but obviously, they just cared about the people in my new school.
One day, Lila, my best friend, was texting me to ask what school I was attending. I replied, “Berkley High.”
Then she asked if I was attending tenth grade still or starting eleventh already (my parents moved mid-school year). I was so embarrassed, but I hate to lie, so I just responded, “Our school doesn’t have that. I’m attending ‘Flip’.”
Suddenly, she texted me that she had to go, but I could see on her profile that she was still online.
So, she was probably telling everyone about my school.
I threw my phone across my room and it hit the wall. My mother ran into the room.
“Sierra! What is with you?” My mom glared at me and picked up my phone. “If you throw this one more time, it’s gone for a week.”
So, here’s the thing. My mom is a child therapist in the city therapist place. It’s ironic, because, well, while my mom is spending her days in training and helping kids into becoming sweet, obeying children, I’m out back fighting and kicking people’s guts.
I nodded now. “‘Kay, Mom. Whatever.” I grabbed my phone and sunk into my bed, under the covers. My mom sighed and stormed out of my room, banging the door behind her.
I scrolled through my texts. Maybe some of my other friends were nice enough to let me join their group chats. I tried one of my friends named Mara.
-Hi Mara- I texted.
-Hi, Sisi- She replied.
-Do you want to talk?- I asked, biting my bottom lip.
-Uh, I don’t know if you realize already, but I have MUCH cooler friends than you- Mara responded. I gasped.
-But then why do you hang out with me?- I typed.
-Because your parents take us shopping all the time and I get expensive clothing- Mara replied. Suddenly, her status read: Offline.
I gasped in shock and started to cry. Mara was using me? Well, too bad for her, since we go to the same high school now (Mara was a far-off living friend of mine).
At School the Next Day…
I hopped on the bus with an evil plan in my head. I might just know how to get rid of Mara once and for all.
As I walked down the aisle, I saw a really pretty girl sitting alone in a seat. I figured that she’d be popular, and, on top of that, mean, so I sat in the seat across from her.
She looked over to me. She was biting her bottom lip.
“Hi, I’m Sophie,” the girl whispered over the yelling and shouting of the kids on the bus. She held out a hand to me. “What’s your name?”
I ignored her.
Instead of giving up, Sophie quickly jumped to the empty space next to me on my seat.
“Hey!” I yelled. She sighed.
“People think I’m mean, since I’m so ‘popular’ to other people. But really, I’m not!”
“For your own good, you don’t have to be next to me.”
I sighed. I shook her hand and she did a silent, “Woohoo!”
“My name is Sierra. Some people call me Sisi, or Sissy, but those are just silly pet names.” I turned around and looked out the window. She didn’t stop, though.
“Do you get… bullied?” She whispered. Man, this girl’s a nosy one. “I mean, just wondering.”
“Well… yeah. But if people bully me, I give it to them.” I looked at the seat in front of us, looking like I was about to punch it. Sophie shivered slightly.
“So, what’s your plan for today?” Sophie asked as we made our way through the courtyard after we hopped off the bus and sat on a bench. I reached down to tie my shoelaces.
“I have to meet my so-called friend, Mara, and give her a piece of my mind.” Bunny… jump through the hole… tree… Ugh, I have no clue how to tie my shoelaces. Sophie looked at me sympathetically.
“If I help you tie your shoelaces, can I come with you?” Sophie asked, already reaching for my shoes. I smiled.
Sophie really was kind-hearted.
She’d make a great friend.
“Okay,” I agreed. She smiled at me. For a second, we just smiled at each other, and then Sophie reached down and tied my shoelaces.
“You know, I’ve never really helped a new kid, before,” Sophie explained. She tied my shoes like the Flash, and I was impressed. “It’s kind of impossible. I’m, like, the best ballet dancer there is in the city, and everyone is always looming over me.”
“That reminds me.” I stopped Sophie mid-way into heading for Mara. “Why is there only one grade?”
“Umm… umm…” Sophie searched for words. “Uh… uh… erm…”
“Um, if you don’t want to tell me, we’re cool,” I assured her, quickly. She blushed. “Right now, we’ve got full hands.”
We walked slowly towards Mara and her group of friends (Lilac, Sydney, and Prianka). Mara took a double-take and she gasped and her hands shot to her cheeks.
“Sophie?!” She squealed. Sophie sighed and rolled her eyes, and I, on the other hand, glared at Mara and clenched my fists. “Oh my gosh, um, Sierra, can we please hang out with you? I mean, you’re awesome and all, plus you hang out with the best dancer in all of the world!”
“Not all of the world,” Sophie whispered, playing with her fingers. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and winked. I nodded.
“Um, Mara, don’t fake out what you did in the night,” I said loudly, cocking my head with a hand on my hip.
Mara gasped and fake laughed. Her friends stared at her. “Who’s she kidding? She’s just upset with something, that’s all,” Mara sighed, sticking out her chin. “What’s the matter, Sisi?”
“You,” I screamed. “You texted me in the morning saying you only use me for shopping and expensive clothes! Now you only want to hang out with me because my best friend is Sophie!”
Sophie, Sydney, Prianka, Lilac, and Mara all gasped. Sophie took my hand.
“She’s right,” She declared, followed by more gasps. Then, in my ear, she whispered, “Wing it.”
I lunged, punching and swinging and kicking and somewhere in the mix, biting. Mara screamed, while everyone just stood there in shock. Even Sophie looked dumb-struck.
“Girls, stop!” A woman shrieked. “Sierra, go to the office, now! And on your first day? Before class even started?”
“Can I go with her, Miss Luisiana?” Sophie asked urgently, taking hold of my hand. Mara whimpered and hollered. I think she might even have cried. What a crybaby.
Miss Luisiana nodded. “Alright, Miss Bliope. But make sure you go straight to the office,” She added as we scampered into the school.
“I can’t believe you just did that to Mara,” Sophie shouted mid-way in the hall. “Do you know how much trouble you have just gotten yourself into?!”
“Are you defending me or Mara?” I asked, playing with my thumbs. Sophie put a finger on her forehead, closed her eyes, and sighed.
“You, girl,” She said as we raced through the hall and into the office. “Now, let’s get in–”
“What, the new girl got herself in a mess-up?” The secretary asked as she shook her head. “I heard from Luisiana. Sierra, is it?Sophie, take her into Dr. Jen’s, will ‘ya?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sophie whispered and dragged me into a room. A lady was sitting on a bed, like the ones in a doctor’s office. I guess that’s what this is. “This is Sierra, my friend. She got in a fight with her friend and–”
“Is she hurt?” Dr. Jen interrupted.
“No,” Sophie whispered.
“Then why is she here?”
Sophie went over and whispered something in Dr. Jen’s ear.
I strained to hear what she was saying, and I picked up some things like ‘mad’ and ‘issues’.
“Aww, okay, well, I’ll check,” Dr. Jen reassured Sophie, and I eyed her suspiciously. She looked away.
“What did you tell her?” I asked, whispering in Sophie’s ear. She sighed.
“Meet me at the cherry blossom tree tonight, okay?”
“The big, white and pink cherry blossom tree hidden in the corner of the courtyard. Now, listen to her!” Sophie whispered quickly.
“Alright, sit down, darling,” Dr. Jen whispered, patting the spot on the doctor’s bed. I sat. “Alright. Now, I have to do some exams on you, so if you just sit still…”
Sophie tapped her foot slightly on the marble floor.
“Oh, Sophie, you should head to class. School is starting,” Dr. Jen reminded her, and Sophie bolted out of the room.
Dr. Jen took my blood pressure, and then scurried to hur computer.
As she took her time, I thought about what she could have told Dr. Jen.
What if she told her about what I said to Mara? What if she lied to Dr. Jen and betrayed me and she seriously isn’t a good friend?
Okay, maybe that’s going too far.
“Okay, you’re all set, Sierra,” Dr. Jen assured me, and a sigh of relief blew out of her mouth.
“Thanks… for, well, whatever it was.” I smiled and waved to her, picking up my bag.
Dr. Jen stopped my as I headed for the door. “And, Sierra?” She added, “Please be careful, okay? Don’t get in too much trouble.”