Mr. Jamestoms's Famous Museum of History and Horror

Hey guys! For the name contest, my friend suggested the Museum of Horror, so I thought this would be a good title. So, here's the first chapter!

 Chapter 1:

 The entire 9th grade stood waiting in the moldy cafeteria for the five buses taking us the boring Mr. Jamestons's Famous Museum of History, which by the way, is not famous at all, except for the fact that it was known for being the dumbest field trip in all of Harold Little Jr. High School. White t-shirts that stated out school's name in bold red lettering, flooded the room.Upperclassmen in the halls whispered, " There's STILL doing that field trip!".

Going was just this mandatory thing 9th graders had to do every year, but Mrs. Samuel, our principal, expects us to like it anyway. Like the school having to extend the school day a hour and a half later. And how the standards changed so all of the cool teachers moved to the juniors and the freshmen got the "smart" teachers. I can't wait to get this day over with.

" 9th graders please walk to the front drop off lane to go onto the buses" Mrs. Samuel told us on the speakerphone.

Nobody knew which bus we were scheduled to be on, but I followed the crowd anyway. I walked as slow as I could because the suckers on the first bus arrived early and got to attend an extra long tour. Following the large crowd, large as the ocean,  I turned right, walked pass the disgusting science room. right by Mrs. Wonderfulness's principal office, and past Joey's locker. Oh.

We were best friends literally since diapers. He was funny smart, and a true gentleman. He always treated me with respect and we were very close. About a year ago, someone told us we should date. So we did. Until a teenager who was texting killed him and his brother in a car crash six months ago. This girl even goes to my school. Anger bursts inside me whenever I my eyes meet this big idiot. When I found out he died, I swore to make Morgan Smith's life miserable. But you might be thinking: She's a senior and you're a freshman, how will you get on her nerve? She's guilty.

I'll just walk by her and her selfish group of friends and I'll let my lip quiver, make my shoulders slouch, and maybe even cry if I can get out of me. And now's my time. Morgan is talking to her best friends, Kellie and Lola,. I push my head down , but still high enough to see her face drop. Suddenly, pain fills my body. I can't breathe. Air is escaping me. It feels like I'm bleeding. I fall.