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Chapter 1- New Beginnings I stared at the white tile as I strided down the hall of my new middle school. My hands had always brushed the beige wall as I passed by. I had just moved to Lincoln, Idaho at the time. My mom had gotten a job offer when we lived in L.A., and now I’m here. It was early July when my parents finally found a middle school for me and luckily got me in, in time to go to school like all the normal kids. Well I was normal for the most part but moving middle schools in 7th grade was like you've won a lottery… but not a good one. I had always had a stereotype of the popular girls’ friend but this time, I was wiped blank on ideas of what I was known as at this school. Well I’m obviously a new girl but other than that what am I after a year has gone by or the second year? I stopped cold in my tracks when I saw room Three B. “this is it.” I said under my breath. I was lucky the room door was painted bright pink or else I would have missed it. I looked up and down the the door and realized,the goldish door knob looks out of place with the whole, crazy setup. Scolded myself for being so perfect and wanting the knob to be painted yellow. My parents heard there was a speech club that always started in early September (a month after school would start.) and they decided to put me Lincoln Junior High. At the time I liked the idea but now, I was sure I was going to be the weird girl. Barely anyone at my old school even went to a club, and as far as I know no one goes to them here either. My fingers touched the cold doorknob and I took a deep breath. “Here we go…” I turned the knob and opened the door to be greeted by: bustiling children and cheery faces. I almost walked out of the room, and said that it was the wrong class but above the giant whiteboard there was a sign declaring that I was in fact in the right room. “Hey? Are you okay?” a random girl had asked. I realized that I had stopped breathing from the shock of this classroom.“Me? Yeah I’m fine.” “Well you look a little blue.” “I’m actually not that sad.” I said realizing that she had meant the real color blue. “I mean yeah just glad made it here I was holding my breath that I was in the right place.” I paused then pathetically laughed. “I like you….” she looked down at her yellow shoes and added, “I’m Esme.” she held out her hand with a giant goofy smile on her face. “I’m Emma.” maybe this club would workout after all. I thought. Chapter 2- Esme Esme was a cheery 7th grade girl that had been doing this club for a year now. She wore yellow Converse, and a long blue skirt. She also has light pink hoodie with the words-take a chill pill, with a picture of a blue and white pill. She stood at at least five feet tall, with an extra dorky headband with a giant bow on top. Her pale skin made her freckles stand out on her face, but her light blond hair blended in. I immediately fell in love with this unique character that is standing in front of me. She told me she was in love with classic movies and begged her parents to move to France after seeing Violet et Francois, when she was a younger. She also loves fried okra and absolutely hated broccoli, and plans on making one her speeches on getting rid of that “RECHID plant” she told me. I laughed and told her a little about myself. Chapter 3- The Classroom The classroom was painted a mossy green with red and orange leaves sprawled out on the walls, the desks were painted in a sunshine yellow but they were peculiarly placed in a circle around a red carpet. The ceiling was oddly painted in a rainbow with a quote in the middle it reads- do your thing and don't care if they like it -Tina Fey. I smiled and rubbed my neck because I had been looking up so long. “Are you going to sit down?” Esme asks. “Me? Oh me! Yeah…” “You can sit next to me.” she could tell I was clueless as to where I should sit. She brought me over to a table that could hold two kids with a substantial amount of space for work. I smiled at her and we took a seat. Chapter 4- The Teacher I bent over to Esme and asked her “where is the teacher?” She replied with “Mr. Talk-” I stopped her “Mr. Talk?” “Yeah he’s the teacher… he likes no one knowing what his name is.” “What about in the yearbook, can't people tell it's him?” She grabbed a binder out of her bag and said, “they call him Mr. Talk in the yearbook as well.” my mouth gaped open, I haven't ever met a teacher that used a fake name as his school name. “Okay” I paused and flipped through my notebook looking for a decent page to take notes on. “So where is he?” “Oh Mr. Talk always likes making an entrance, I predict he's coming from the back door today.” “Well okay then when is he coming?” I ask again. “Oh ten minutes after class starts, so people can be decently late and he won’t know!” Esme frowns, “at least that's what I think.” she returns back to her cheery face and starts jotting things down. “How come you don't come late?” “Me? I don't come late because rumor has it that there is a spy that will keep track of who’s late and who’s not. Oh and also who’s passing notes and all that.” “So Mr. Speech or whatever likes to come off as a good teacher but really he’s another strict one?” “Well his name is-” “I know” “Okay….I’ve never thought of it that way but I guess that's how his pazazz works.” “His Pazazz?” “Yeah Pazazz like you know his-” before she could finish her sentence a strange man bursted through the door I entered from the same door I did, dressed in a brown and yellow plaid jacket and red pants with crazy red hair curled at the ends and no eyebrows. His shoes were yellow converse, and socks a dressy brown color. “I knew it! From the back this time!” Esme whispered to me. Chapter 5- The First Assignment “So that wraps up the club today kids, would any of you like to say what the assignment is?” Mr. Talk asked the class. Immediately a hand shot up. “Yes Collins?” I turned my head to this so called Collins. She was a sixth grade girl that was definitely a teacher's pet, she wore long light wash jeans ripped at the knee and cuffed at the bottom. She wore a black-and-white striped t-shirt with a blue and red flannel. Her shoes were black and white checkered and clearly had been worn down over the course of the previous summer. Collins opened her mouth and said “we must right the basic rules and forms of a speech in a two paragraph essay, then turn it in by: tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes and wrote a note down on my journal to Esme it said: Do you think Collins is the spy for Mr. Talk?. Xo -Emma I slid the note over to her inconspicuously, she read it and waited ten seconds to start writing back. I waited more and listened to Mr. Talk recite all the rules of a speech. I waited for a minute more until Esme slid back the note it read: No… she’s new like you and probably doesn’t know there even is a spy, she doesn’t need to she’s too perfect anyway. Xo -Esme I smiled at her and the class started to get up and so I did to and Esme followed me. The class slowly filed out of the room and the first day of the club was over. Chapter 6- The process When I finally make it home I go straight to my room, I start doing my grueling homework. I make a list of things to do on notebook-
Chapter 7- The Impact of Social Media The impact of social media then was shocking, many would have all of the below:
Chapter 8- DEAD When all of my homework was done I went downstairs to find out what was for dinner. My mom was watching the news, my brother was making dinner and my dad still wasn’t home. “Mom?” “Yes honey?” “Where’s dad?” “ ‘Member? He’s doing the late shift.” my brother called from the kitchen. “Oh! And can you shut up? Also stop listening to my conversations with mom.” I yelled, infuriated at him. “Just trying to help.” “Also mom,” I said taking a deep breath “how much more unpacking do we have?” I asked. “Only a few more boxes for the kitchen we can do that this weekend,” I look up at the TV screen and gasp. “What's wrong?” Oliver asked. I didn't care that he was listening to the conversation. All I cared about was what was on TV. I was in disbelief, one of the most famous social media influencers had been shot and killed! “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” my mouth was still open but I pointed to the TV. Chapter 9- Jacklyn Fisher “Who even is this “Jacklyn Fisher?” my mom asked. “Mom! She one of the most famous people on…” I stopped the lump in my throat was swelling and I pointed to my brother. He acted like he was being blamed for something he didn't do. “Oliver!” I shouted. He jumped and then said “Jacklyn Fisher is one of the most famous social media influencers, she vlogs on the daily, her musical.lies are perfectly on point, her tweets to the world were hilarious and her Snapchat stories are funny and iconic” he pauses and frowns. “Well, were at least. Anyway she will be missed.” My brother went back to the stove and stirred the tomato soup. I looked at my mom and she was still as baffled as when Oliver started his first sentence. “She was famous mom!” I shouted at her failing to fight back tears. She nodded and I ran up stairs and cried the rest of the night missing dinner. When I finally crawled into bed at 2:00 in the morning, I heard my dad getting home. He crept upstairs into my bedroom and kissed me goodnight. I smile when he’s gone and peacefully fall asleep. Chapter 10 That Morning I woke up the next morning to the soft sound of birds coming through my window. I immediately snapped awake because I knew even the earliest of birds did not wake up before me. I scramble to my clock and see it’s 7:30! (fifteen minutes before the school bus came) I smacked my face a few times and scolded myself for not turning my alarm clock on. I brush my hair and add some dry shampoo and quickly put on mascara. I rush to my closet and and grab a white t- shirt with the words “fries before guys” and grab plain black jeans. I look at myself in the mirror. “I need to at least straighten my hair. I grab my straightener and pace around my room waiting for it to finish heating up. I add a thicker layer to my mascara and head over to my straightener. When I finish with my hair I go downstairs and grab a breakfast bar and pack my backpack. “You’re awake.” my mom says coming into the kitchen. “Yeah I am.” “I just thought I would let you skip school today.” “Ha ha ha ha.” I said sarcastically. “You’re right, the school bus will be here in 2 minutes, oh and sloppy job on your hair.” “Mom it’s your fault for not waking me up!” I shouted while putting hair into an acceptable ponytail. “Not really you could have set your alarm clock.” she said waving a finger in my face. “Oh! The bus is here!” I said running outside. “It is?” she asked as I closed the door. The truth was the bus wasn’t here I just wanted to get out of the house. A few seconds later I asked myself a question: Where was oliver? I went on my phone and sent a quick text saying: are you going to school today? Immediately the thinking bubble popped up: I thought you weren't allowed to text on the bus. I was confused because I only told my mom that because I didn't want her to call me when I was with my friends (even though I didn't have any at the time). I just sent: ? He responds with: Aren’t you not allowed to text, on the bus? I confused so I sent: how do you know I'm even going to the bus? i didn’t even see you this morning! The bubble pops up and he said: I have my sources. I roll my eyes and begin to say: the bus is here. (which was a lie) but the bus then rolled around the corner and I got up and sent the text to Oliver. Oliver then said: So you were lying to mom, when you said the bus was there. I texted Oliver infuriated: are you going to school?! He responded with: No, Oliver is sick. I pause then send: wait are you mom? Oliver texts: Yeah well your on the bus and your texting so you lied to me… why? I don't know if I’m being honest I think I’m having mid life crisis, I don’t have a good relationship with my daughter, she has to lie to me so I won’t talk to her….. And my son….. Oh he’s fine. I took a deep breath and texted: can we talk about this later I’ve gtg. She sent one more text: what’s gtg? me-gtg=got to go Chapter 11- Speech Club Day-2 “Hey Emma!” Esme said. “Oh hey” I say to her. We walked over to our previous seats. “Where do you think Mr. Talk is going to enter from today?” “I don’t know” she paused and sighed. “Did you hear about Jacklyn?” “Yeah” I say shakily “do you know who shot her?” “No….. well…. No” “But do they know who shot her?” “Let me look.” she goes on her phone and her face turns pale. “What?” I asked. “The spy saw me.” “Who even is the spy?” I asked “Olive, Olive Bridger.” I turn my head to a boy with slicked-back hair and a perfect blue colored shirt with black dress pants. His shoes are a bit more school like, they are black vans with speckles of white. He was writing something down frantically. “Is Olive a sixth grader?” “Yeah.” she said plainly. “Does he have a girlfriend?” “Eww do you want to-” “No! I just want to know so Collins and him could be boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Oh! Well he’s crushing Hasley you know that girl in seventh grade?” “Yeah.” “Well we could hook them up.” “Sounds like a plan.” Just then Mr. Talk bangs on the classroom window next to the whiteboard. Olive stands up and opens the window for him with completely straight face. “Thanks for assisting me Olive!” Mr. Talk slaps him on the back and he walks back to his seat. “You’re welcome,” he muttered. Chapter 12- Special Announcement “We have a special announcement today.” Esme whispers to me. “How do you know all this stuff?” I ask her. “I have my sources.” “Come on you can tell me!” “No I can’t I really can’t.” we converse through whispers for a few more minutes until Olive turns his head our way and we stop talking for the rest of the class. *** At the end of the club Mr. Talk stands up and opens his mouth, “I have a special announcement.” My mouth drops and I look at Esme, she smirks and Mr. Talk continues “our school has been entered into a state speech competition. I stare at Esme and she’s not surprised who is this girl? And how does she know this stuff? Everyone cheers. Eventually we all file out of the room. Esme pulled me aside and said, “Don't tell anyone this but I’m Mr. Talk’s daughter.” My mouth dropped and she kicked my shins. “Hey what was that for?” “That’s for making a big deal about it!” “So can we get away with stuff?” “What stuff?” “Like passing notes, talking, being on our phones.” “This is a club shouldn’t you like it?” “Well I was made to go to this club but Ii guess I kind of like it know.” “Oh please you like it.” she said poking me. “Okay I do like it.” “See you tomorrow. Oh and do you want to study with me for the speech contest? Only two people in our club can go and we have the best ones we might just be able to compete!” “Sounds like a plan, by the way can I have your number?” I handed my phone to her an she typed it in. “Thanks.” “Sure, see ya!”
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