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I wake up and realize that i’m in the middle of History class and I have about 5 people staring at me. I wipe my eyes and notice my teacher is still in the middle of the lesson. When I yawn, he looks at me and frowns. “Ms. Cutler, I have warned you times before, there is no sleeping in my class!” Mr.Barrymore says almost spitting every word. I roll my eyes. This isn’t the first time I’ve fallen asleep, actually its my seventh time this year. As I tell everyone else, its not my fault, I mean maybe I would stay awake if the lessons had some words that I understand. I mean, all I hear is boring ancient stuff and I just peacefully doze off.
My name is Maria Cutler and I have absolutely no interest in school. You can’t blame me though, i’m just a fourteen year old girl in my freshman year whos constantly around braniacs. For example, my dad. Science, science, science. Thats all it ever is when you talk to that man, and honestly I can’t take it. And then theres mom. Her best subject is lecturing. “Maria this, and Maria that, and Maria did you know..” thats all I ever hear from her. Everytime I get a test back or a report card you can always count on them to join together and form the science lecture club. My dad will tell me how I “Shouldn’t take every day things for granted because there is a lot of science behind it” and my mom will tell me how “If I dont study, I will never succeed”. Oh and you can’t forget my brother Tyson. He’s a senior in high school and hes the exact opposite of me. Hes gotten honor roll for every year hes been there and theres no stopping him now. Whenever I have one of his old teachers, all I ever hear is “And your related to Tyson?”. So thats my story and theres not much else to it.
The bell rings and its ninth period. The very last period of the day! I slowly trudge along to art class (my favorite class). The same people I dont want to see are all in this class but at least my doodling comes in handy. Don’t get me wrong, im not a social loner. In fact, I’ve got many friends. And along with the friends are the annoying jocks who always hit on me and my friends. And yes, I admit I was blessed with pale blue green eyes, golden locks of perfect curly hair and a small “cute” nose.
I walk up to the art door where Miss. Perrin is quieting everybody down. Then comes Charlie, the jock of the year that every girl want’s. Unfortunately he has had this big thing for me ever since seventh grade.
“Hey Mia, whats up?”
“Not too much, yourself?”
“Just hangin” He says nodding his head slowly
“awesome, wow, now im bored” I say sarcastically as I push past him to my seat.
He follows me and sits in the seat next to mine. “Thats Megan’s seat” I say trying to get him to leave. “Shes not here today” he said as he smiled his big dimply smile and started doing his head nod again. Its not that Charlie wasn’t cute, he was the cutest jock at the school with his blonde hair and blue eyes, but I knew that if we hooked up, I would be the girl that all the popular girls would hate, so I simply ignored him.
“So Mia, the weathers getting pretty warm, huh?”
“Yes Charlie, it is getting warm, Its called summer and it is usually hot and I need my space, so please-”
He cut me off.
“Hey, no worries. So what do you say about going out for some ice cream later today? Ya know, just the two of us.” he put his arm around my chair.
“You just don’t give up, do you?” I say as I do my famous eye rolling and then push his hand away.
“Ladies and gentleman, please take a seat in your assigned chairs.” Miss. Perrin says looking at Charlie.
He sighs and lifts up his eyebrows like hes expecting an answer, but I just shrug and ignore him. When he leaves I can hear Rita Binners snickering about me and I know exactly why. Rita has liked Charlie for almost four years now. It used to be that she was the shy quiet one, but once her parents got divoced and she started getting spoiled rotten, all the populars couldn’t get enough of her. So now shes a rich popular blonde who still has her hopes that someday Charlie will fall for her. So I turn around and face Rita. “Yes?” I say as I raise my eyebrows. “What?” She snickers. “Ladies please” Miss. Perrin is standing right infront of me and I turn around. “Sorry”.
Then ninth period is over and all I can do is rush to my locker. The bad part about school ending is that even when I get home I know that my mom is going to force me to do my homework the minute I walk in. But its better than school so I rush out the doors of West High school and I guess it was a little too fast because the next thing I know, I am on the ground with all of my books on the ground next to me and a group of five girls are standing there laughing. “Um..ouch” I say trying to get someone to help me but all I hear is the annoying giggling of the girls. Thats the thing about my school (West high), if you don’t know someone and they need help, you either walk away or laugh at them. But since im not completely helpless I get up, brush off and keep walking.
When I get home I have an unpleasant surprise waiting for me. As I walk to my front door, I see an angry mom standing there waiting for me. I hesitantly walk up the steps and push past her but of course she grabs my arm. “Maria Janelle Cutler, where in the world do you think your going?” she says and I can tell shes about to lecture me. “Well I was going to my room but I guess thats not a good enough answer for you.” I say trying to sound smart. “Young lady, after seeing your report card I am NOT in the mood for your sarcasm.” my mom says still holding on to my arm. “Oh yeah, the report card..” I say. The truth is, I had no idea they were coming out and I was pretty mad at myself for letting mom see them before me, but I shrug and snatch the orange envelope from her hands. “Its that bad, huh?” I was always smart with my mom, it really did help to add humor to situations like this one. “Look mom, its my teachers, they just-”. Of course she cut me off. “Oh so now its your teachers fault? God Maria, wake up. This isnt preschool anymore, this is high school and grades matter. Because if you don’t get good grades then whats happens? no colleges want you, and when no colleges want you? You end up with a minimum wage job. Actually you would be lucky to even get a job, so if these grades don’t improve soon, you will be faced with the consequences. Do you understand me?”. There goes moms lectures. “Yes ma’am” I say as I run upstairs. Should I open the report card? hmmm…yeah. Here are the results that practically blew off my moms head.
History: C-
science: D
Lang. arts: C
Art: B-
gym: B (they didnt like my attitude when it came to uniforms)
reading: C
geometry: F
Spanish: C

Well at least I got a couple B’s. But I knew I had to improve my grades. And of course while I am thinking of my terrible grades, Tyson gets home. I don’t want to run downstairs because I know that he got his report card today also, but I did. And as I walked down the steps, i’m praying that he gets at least one C or a couple B’s instead of his all A grades. “Hey Ty” I say as I hug him. Me and my brother are close. I know its hard to believe because we are so different, but hes the only one that doesn’t criticize my work. He just calls me “Unique”.
“Hey lil sis” he says taking his baseball hat off. “So…you got your report card today, huh?” he says. “Yup, you?” I say knowing that mom told him about my terrible grades. “Mmmhmmm”. I don’t want to be nosey but I see his report card laying on the table so I pick it up. As I start to unfold and open the envelope, my mom is standing there with a smile plastered on her face. “At least somebody in this house is concerned about their future” she says as patting my brothers back. I don’t pay attention and just roll my eyes. He got all A’s. I smile my fake smile and hand it to him.
The next day of school isn’t much better. The minute I walk into science, Mr.Wenfred hands me my missing assignment sheet and yells at me for being late. I just quietly take my seat and pretend like I actually know whats going on. Thats my technique, I pretend like im following the words with my eyes and do my occasional nod. You see, its not that I don’t want to learn or anything, its just that my teachers all have such bad ways of teaching. We just sit there in the uncomfortable dirty desks for six hours while the teachers try to use their “adult vocabulary”. So anyways, im nodding my head when I see out of the corner of my eye a new girl. I turn my head and there she is. I heard there was going to be someone knew but I didnt know its was a girl or what she looked like or anything. She’s this thin tall looking pale girl with freakishly light blonde hair which was in a sloppy notty bun. Her eyes are big and blue and her nose is so small you couldn’t even tell it was a nose. She had like orange brown freckles across her nose. Her mouth was colorless and she had very thin lips. She was wearing this so out-of-style red shirt with a pocket at the chest and there was a picture of a puppy by the color. She was also wearing a pink dyed denim skirt which totally did not go with her red shirt. I laughed at pity when I realized she was totally into Mr.Wenfred’s lesson, taking notes and stuff. While I was looking at her pathetic wardrobe, Mr. Wenfred slammed his ruler pointer thing on my desk which made me jump and make a weird sounding “yelp”. Everybody laughed. “Ms. Cutler, why do I suppose your eyes were not on your paper?” he said scratching his gray balding head. “Uhm…I just noticed there was a new girl and I thought it was rude how you didnt really introduce her” I said proud of my self that I had thought of something. My teacher laughed his “Its funny how stupid you are” laugh and squinted my eyes. “Thats funny class, I thought she was introduced!” He said looking at the classroom. I could tell the girl was not comfortable with us talking about her. “You see Ms.Cutler, thats what happens when your late to class.” He said staring at me. “Oh well…my name is Mia…well actually its Maria to you, not Ms.Cutler” I say doing my famous eye rolling. He laughed and said, “Okay Ms.Cutler” and the whole class snickered. “But since I do have a couple of late students, why don’t you introduce yourself” He says walking over to the new girl and patting her on the back. She stood up, pulled her ugly shirt down so her stomach wasnt showing and blew her scraggly bangs away from her eyes. “Oh..okay, well…my name is uh…my name is Scout Mayer” She said squinting and coughing and scrathcing her head. “Scout?!” I practically burst out with laughter but I controlled myself. “Yes, thats right” She said nodding her head and fake smiling. “Oh” I say widening my eyes and making a weird “What the heck” look. “Oh and class, will anybody offer to take Ms. Mayer around and give her a tour of the school?” Mr. Wenfred says taking slow steps around our desks. Since nobody raised their hands Scout blushed and said “Its okay really, I will find my way around”. Mr. wenfred ignores her and looks directly at me. “Ms. Cutler, since you seem to know so much, how about you show her around.” He says smiling at me. Mr. Wenfred is a big guy with short stubby fingers. Hes not even that old but he has all white hair. Whenever he smiles, you can see the braces that he has in the back of his teeth. His nose is slightly big and has nose hairs coming out of it. His eyes are always squinting so i cant even tell what color they are. So anyways, now everybody in the class is looking at me and the new girl is fidgeting with her pencil. “Actually, I really have to go somewhere” I say with a fake “Im-so-sorry” look. “No, Ms.Cutler that was not a question, it was a statement” he says. “Ms. Mayer, this is Maria Cutler. After this class which is in about five minutes, you will be guided by Ms.Cutler. I will alert your teachers and give you each a pass.”. I sighed but knew that there was no way out of this.
So after about five minutes the period is over and I know that Mr.Wenfred is watching me. I walk over to the new girl. “Hi, I guess since I have to do this, it is partly your fault.” I say shallowy. I didn’t like to be a ***** but my next class was Language Arts and my teacher Mrs.Teamer was sick which meant we had a substitute. I loved having substitutes because all of them were clueless and we just usually got free time. “I…I’m sorry” She stutters and frowns. “Whatever”.
“So…You are Mia right?”
“Uhm…no…my name is acutally Maria”
“Oh I’m sorry, I guess I just heard someone call you “Mia” so I thought-”
“Yeah whatever”
So Im showing her around the art room and I notice shes being really quiet. Im not in a jolly mood myself but since I should at least get to talk if Im going to miss a great class I say “So, do you like art?” sounding as casual as I can without sounding too nice. “Um..Its..”, it looked like she was about to cry. “Its okay” She says almost choking back tears. “Whats wrong?” I say smacking my apple flavored gum that Susan (one of my best friends) had given me. She shook her head and looked down at her feet. “Okay”. And I look over to where I could see her eyes and tears start pouring down. “Its just. Its my brother” she says looking at me. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Well, he…he loved art” She says running her hand down a sculpture right besides us of a cat. “Oh, so he doesnt anymore?” I say. But then something in my brain finally clicks and I cover my mouth with my hand and say “Wow im stupid…Im so sorry”. She laughs a small sad laugh and says “Its okay”. I dont want to pry but im wondering
oh and btw its not the full story.

By: Olivia

He is now 7 months old 22 lbs and about 30’s inches tall

he can stand up on his own, he crawls, he says momma and papa, and he sometimes mumbles his lil baby talk.

im just cruious to know i mean he is bigger than 1 year olds… i havent seen a kid who is bigger than him unless they are 2 years old LOL. He is a happy baby and cries only when hungry or when he doesnt want to go to bed…..

he is starting to get his 2 bottom teeth you can feel them but you cant see them you can only see the white marks on his gums…..

How normal is it to have such a big 7 month old….. he isnt fat he doesnt have any fat rolls…. he is just big LOL…. i have to buy him 1 year to 2 year old clothes because if i buy him 9 month old clothes they do not fit him.

I have tall family im 5;9 and my husband is 6′2
my grandfather and mom are tall too

By: Leticia S

I will be sosososo thankful for the Title and Author of this book.

By: theonewiththequestions_13

I’d also like to know how does the process work?
(the tools used, how to know if the person isn’t a professional, etc.)

And which Tongue jewelry is the best because my research told me that people who have their tongue pierced have more dental problems like chipped teeth and pushed back gums(didn’t really understand that one)

(Speaking of the jewelry…can i get a soft, mushy type of design?)

By: baby*Phat

btw, i don’t know where this questions goes as far as categories

By: unknown