Casey hugged her pocketbook tightly as she walked down the locker-filled corridor. Her brown eyes showed nervousness. Her bare legs were chilled by the breeze coming from the open door behind her. Her coat didn't help at fighting against the breeze. She heard voices of teachers and children as she walked. She knew no one at this school would like her. She wasn't even sure if her outfit was popular, which was a black skirt with white polka-dots all over it and a black tee-shirt. Her hair was pulled back with a long black ribbon.
Soon she came to a wooden door with the number nine on it. 'Well, here goes nothing,' she thought to herself as she opened the door.
The room was buzzing with noise. Paper were all over the place. A few kids turned around to look over her outfit. Some kids even pointed to her. More kids looked at her as she got closer to the desk. The room grew quiet, only whispers were heard. The teacher stood up.
"Why, hello. You must be the new student, Casey. I'm Mrs. Koastlings. Welcome to Cliftdale high school. What group are you in?"
"The third group," Casey answered loud and clear, (she didn't like it at her old school when the new kids mumbled the answers to the questions they were asked).
"Alright, here is your schedule. Your desk is over near Charlene," then the teacher called, "Charlene, stand up so Casey knows who you are."
From a big group of boys and girls stood a beautiful girl with thick, blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her bangs were puffed high with hairspray. She wore a tight black skirt with an oversized pink sweatshirt. She flipped her hair over her shoulders to reveal gold-hooped earrings.
Casey walked torwards Charlene. Suddenly, she tripped over a black leather bag. Charlene's group giggled. Casey raised her head to find a pair of pink hi-tops. When she got to her knees, she realized someone was picking up her pocketbook and her books. The girl had beautiful jet-black hair and green eyes.
"Are you alright?" the girl asked. Casey looked over her outfit. She was wearing a purple sweatshirt with black stretch pants. Casey thought the girl was very pretty.
"Trixie," Charlene said, "Don't talk to her! She's a nobody!"
Trixie frowned and walked over to Charlene.
Mrs. Koastlings face grew angry. "Nobody is a nobody, so Charlene, apologize."
"No, that's alright," Casey broke in. "She doesn't have to say she's sorry." Charlene looked relieved.
The day wore on. Casey was probably humiliated by everyone in the school that day. Finally, it was time to go home.
Casey went to her new locker: locker three hundred seventy eight. When she opened it, she didn't see her stuff sitting inside the locker. Casey felt angry tears fill her eyes, but she held them back.
Casey marched down to the office. She was afraid she would cry if her coat and her bag weren't in the office. She was glad she hadn't left her pocketbook in her locker for it had many personal things in it such as her address book, her wallet with family pictures and money, her library card, but the most important item in the pocketbook was her journal. Her journal was small, but had many thoughts and ideas in it which would ruin her if ever to land in someone else's hands.
Casey finally got to the office. The secretary was behind the counter. "May I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm missing my coat and my bag. Has anyone found them?" Casey felt so stupid being polite, but she knew it was polite to be polite.
"Yes, someone has found these things. I'll get them," the secretary searched through a box, retrieving Casey's coat and bag.
"Thank you," Casey was happy that was over with.
"You're welcome," the secretary smiled.
Casey walked out of the office. She was just about to open the door when she remembered her pocketbook. She had left it on the chair in the office! Casey ran back to the office.
Casey stopped short when she got to the office. There, on the chair, was her most prized possession opened! On the floor, scattered everywhere, were the things that were inside, except for...the journal!
Find out what happens in Casey Part 2 Unfortunately, I don't have Casey Part 2. If you want to write the second part, you're more than welcome to. Please send me what you come up with!
By Kellyanne Lynch
1991
