The Land Of No Return

Chapter One

HORRIBLE Milk

Everyday's a challenge for people like me. People who have ... issues, I guess you'd call it. My name is Seth Watson. I'm 11 years old. Today's the first day of school, August 21st. I'm going to Jefferson Elementary, in Miami, Florida. My mom had just dropped me off in front of the school. "Have a great day at school, honey," my mom called as I got out. "Believe me, I'll try." I muttered. I already knew it wasn't going to be "great." It was going to be the first day of school, I didn't know anybody there, so it could never be great. Now, in most books kids are getting teased or bullied, this one's different. All the students said hi in real welcoming voices. I know I should be pleased, but, to tell you the truth, I was creeped out. Only one third of the students and teachers didn't act like that, but most were weird that didn't welcome me like a zombie. I looked for my class. When I found it, most of the class acted like they were on one of those happy shows were you just have to act like life's perfect. Of course it wasn't perfect, no human being would ever act like that. After class a boy came next to me. "Hi. I'm Carson Jefferson, but everybody calls me C.J." the normal boy said. He had big brown eyes, he was about the same height as me, his hair was shaggy and brown, and when he talked he looked like he didn't want anybody to hear him. "Oh so, your the principals son? Is that why your last name's Jefferson?" I asked. "No. It's just a coincidence." he replied. A pretty girl ran up to us. "Hi C.J. Can't wait for P.E. We've already decided that I'm first captain, and Ricks second," she blushed when she said Ricks name. She had long brown, mostly straight hair, the outside of her pupil was green slowly turning brown, and she wasn't wearing makeup. I hate girls that wear makeup, which is almost every girl in this school. She smelled like watermelon.

She looked at me with distaste, "Who's he?"

"His name's Seth. He's the new kid." I thought she was going to say something like Wow your new! That's so awesome! You good at sports? I totally want you on my team in P.E. Instead she said, "Oh...hi. Well C.J. I want you to hide so that Rick can't see you. Then I'll pick you. And don't forget to tell Seth the things not to do." She walked away. "I'm really good at Basketball. That's why she wants me on her team. Now, let's go play some kick ball," C.J. told me. "What's her name?" "Casey. She's one of the most awesome girls in 5th grade. She's sporty, smart, pretty, and nice. Now, can you walk a little faster?" So I sped up and started having to jog. C.J. walked pretty fast. "What did she mean 'tell me what not to do'?" I asked.

"You ask a lot of questions you know that? I'll tell you what not to do once we're in the cafeteria. Where no one can hear us." I stopped, wide-eyed, "What?" He stopped too,"Gosh! Okay I'll tell you later. Okay? Right now would not be the best time." He started walking again. So did I,"So who's Rick?" "You'll see," he sang in those tunes when you're annoyed by something. "I'll see at P-" "LALALALALALA," he said in frustration. When we got there I was surprised at how good I was at kickball. I got tons of home runs. I definitely wanted to do this every recess, until during one of my home runs I found out that the only reason I was getting them without getting dirty. They only smiled and clapped. Like I said before... zombies. I walked to class, wondering why they never stopped me. "Today class we'll be learning about chemical reactions," said my unboring-not zombie- teacher, Mr. Trolley. He has crutches because his foot got ran over by one too many bikes, so one of his feet was in a cast, he had dark skin, black hair, and big blue eyes. In class we were supposed to make the balloon full of gas, but I somehow came out with a stink bomb. Everybody had to leave the room immediately, but on the bright side we got to eat lunch early. C. J. came up to me grinning and chuckling, "Dude, seriously a stink bomb? heh heh hilarious!"C.J. said grinning. "So what do you have to tell me?"I asked. "Oh right. Don't drink the milk or the orange juice. Tell them you're allergic to dairy and you've never liked orange juice in your life." I didn't complain. As the line C.J. and I were in got to the area were we pick our lunch, for the first time I saw a fat person. Everybody here was skinny, except for her. She had her hair in a net. She was short and stubby. She was wearing a pink nurses dress with an apron over it. On the apron there was a name tag that said in big capitol letters: KARRY. With a big smile of her yellow teeth she said, "What would you like, kid?" She didn't look at me when she asked the question. She was looking at nothing at all. "Uh. I don't know. Hmmm. Let me think. Hmmm. Let's see. I'll have- oh no nevermind. Oh! I'll have-" I was interrupted. "Kid, you're blocking the line. Hurry up and pick," she said not smiling anymore, and looking straight at me. She keeps at it, until all of a sudden she blinks then says, "Oh! I'm sorry. Please take all the time you need." She was smiling again. But I could tell that she was still annoyed. "Okay. I'm trying Miss. Mood Swing,"I whispered. "Um. Okay. I'll have a uh..." Plop. She put some weird semi-liquid meat on my tray. "What is this?" I asked trying not to puke. "Mystery Meat. Can't tell you the delicious secret inside of it." she gave me a smirk. I started to slowly turn my back to walk away, while C.J. told her his order. When he's done and runs up to me Karry says,"Wait you forgot your milk." We slowly turn around. "Oh I'm allergic to dairy." "Well then try our orange juice." "I HATE orange juice." She looks at me then at C.J. then back to me. "What about you C.J?" "Sorry, but you know I'm allergic to orange juice and dairy, Karry,"he answered nervously. She walked back behind the food bar muttering something about no good boys allergic to dairy. And how dumb we are for not liking orange juice. We sit on one of the round tables, when Casey slides onto one of the round seats. "Lucky we're all in the same class, huh?" she asks. "Yeah real lucky,"I mutter under my breath. But nobody could hear me. "So... what's wrong with the milk?" I wonder. They both look at me like I'm crazy for not knowing.