Prologue
“Do you ever wonder what the star’s would feel like if you touched them?” I ask Jim
He stops drawing and looks my way, “Yes but,….. I don’t really think about it.” I shake my head and huff.
Silly me I forgot to introduce myself, Maddie Migglers, but people call me Mad’s for short. The chill guy I was talking too (yep you guessed it ) my best-friend Jim. He has been through thick and thin with me. Even when Jubilee would be bullying me constantly and never leave me alone. He stuck up for me… And I promised I’d never forget it. He even went to the high-school dance with me. He didn’t even have to but he did.
Anyway, I look more like a 20 year old because of my height and the way I look. My face is sprinkled with a bunch of freckles which ( I got from mother) then my eyes and chin from you guessed right again (my dad) and the rest from natural gene.My dirty blonde hair cascading down my back. And my brightly colored blue crystal eyes wandering the halls of Milewood.
On the other hand, Jim look’s like the next George Clooney but without the gray hair and only if Clooney had freckles. His hair dirty like mine and freckles. In elementary people would say that me and him could be brother and sister. But to be completely honest. I wish it we’re true. The only thing that separates him and Clooney is that Jim loves space like me.
The class bell rings and Jim and I jump out of our normal lunch seat’s trying to hustle to our locker’s to make the next class without being tardy (late).
“ Cya Jim.. meet me at my house later?” I ask he nods still clutching the astronomy book he has been looking at for over 3 weeks straight. He hold’s up the peace sign and walk’s north toward the boy locker room, he has gym and I have science I walk south toward my locker to grab my books . A quick breeze goes by me as I walk silently in the halls.
A minute later the door to my science teacher’s room open’s. “Oh you’re just in time, even though you’re a little late but you’ll do.” She says. Arching my eyebrow’s I speak . “Excuse me?”I manage to squeak. Mrs. Midland looks up from her reading list. “I forgot to mention to you Maddie um…. Mrs. Gal want’s you to stop by. Now go to you’re seat.” I nod “What time did she say?” I ask. She shrugs “I’m gonna guess after class… something to do with you’re future career?” She say’s.
I shrug it off and plant myself right next to Mike Mewask, the junoir that claim’s he skipped ( 4-10) grade and went through high-school and now is in college.
“You’re late…. again..” He states, I roll my eyes. “I know.. and stop keeping tab’s on me it’s wierd.”
I say. He smiles his pearly white teeth smile, a shiver crawls up my spine. Thankfully my attention was taken by the sheet of paper that Mrs. Midland slap’s on the table.
“Here is the science formative please be smart about you’re answers and hope for the best.” She say’s glancing at me. If I hadn’t already said this I forgot (Mrs. Midland is disgusted with me) She hates my gut’s . I know teacher’s aren’t suppose to have favorites but Mrs. Midland does and I wasn’t one of them.
But I mean I can’t blame her because sometimes I even get annoyed of myself. As long as I try to work hard and show her I’ve been listening in her class she’ll raise my score and I’ll be able to earn credit’s again. But since the last test, it hasn’t gone well. I had failed it and she lowered my score which lowered my cred’s. I know STUPID.
