my notebooks on the first day of the semester. It is just the rest of the year I forget them) and my Algebra I-II textbook, Michael came in!
Yes, he came right into Mr G's second semester freshman Algebra class, like he belonged there, or something, and everyone was staring at him, including Lana Weinberger, because you know seniors don't generally just go walking into freshman
classes, unless they are working for the attendance office and bringing someone a hall pass or something.
But Michael doesn't work for the
attendance office. He popped into Mr G's class just to see
right up to my desk with his class schedule in his hand and went, 'What lunch have you got?' and I told him, A,' and he said, 'Same as me. You have G and T after?' and I said, 'Yes,' and he said, 'Cool, see you at lunch.'
Then he turned around and walked out again, looking all tall and collegiate with his Jansport backpack and New
Balances.
And the way he said, 'Hey, Mr G,' all casually to Mr Gianini - who was sitting at his desk with a cup of coffee in his hands
and his eyebrows all raised - as he went walking out.
Well, you just can't get cooler than that. And he had been in here to see me. ME, MIA THERMOPOLIS. Formerly the
most unpopular person in the entire school, with the exception of that guy who doesn't like corn in his chilli.
So now everyone who had not seen Michael and me kissing at the Non-Denominational Winter Dance knows that we are going out, because you don't walk into someone else's classroom between periods to look at their schedule unless you are dating.
I could feel all the gazes of my
fellow Algebra sufferers boring into me, including Lana Weinberger's,
even as the bell was ringing. You could practically hear everybody
going,
And I guess it
Plus I am a lowly freshman, and Michael is a senior who has already been accepted early-decision to an Ivy League school right here in Manhattan. Plus Michael is co-valedictorian of his class, being a straight-A student, whereas I barely scraped by Algebra I. Plus Michael is way involved with extra-curriculars, including the Computer Club, Chess Club and Physics Club.
He designed the school's website. He can play, like, ten instruments. And now he is starting his own band.
Me? Yeah. I'm a princess.
And that's about it.
And that's only
So yeah, I guess you could say that a lot of people were kind of surprised to see Michael Moscovitz come striding up to my desk in Algebra to compare class schedules. I could feel them all staring at me after he left and the bell rang, and I could hear them buzzing about it among themselves. Mr G tried to bring everybody to order, going, 'OK, OK, break's over. I know it's been a long time since you last saw one another, but we've got a lot to tackle in the next nine weeks,' only of course nobody paid any attention to him but me.
In the desk in front of me, Lana Weinberger was already on her mobile - the new one that I'd paid for, on account of my
having stomped her old one to bits in a semi-psychotic
fit last month - going, 'Shel? You are not going to
brother was just in here comparing class schedules with Mia Thermopo—'
Unfortunately for Lana, Mr Gianini has a thing about mobile usage during class time. He fully pounced on her, snatched her phone away, put it up to his ear and said, 'Ms Weinberger can't speak to you right now as she is busy writing a thousand-
word essay on how rude it is to make mobile phone calls during class time,' after which he threw her phone in his desk
drawer and told her she'd get it back at the end of the day, once she'd handed in her essay.
I wish Mr G would give Lana's mobile phone to me, instead. I would fully use it in a more responsible manner than she does.
But I guess even if the teacher is your stepdad, he can't just confiscate things from other students and give them to you.
Which is a bummer because I could really use a mobile phone right now. I just remembered I never asked my mom what Grandmere wanted when she called last night.
Oh, crud. Integers. Gotta go.
B = (x : x is an integer such that x > 0)
Defn: When integer is squared the result is called a perfect square.