Planets: Chapter Two: Food for Cheap (Part One)

Okay, I'm so sorry, I haven't finished typing the rest (there isn't that much more to type but I've got fam over.) I post the rest later.

Chapter Two: Food for Cheap

Kelsi found herself on a bridge, golden in color, from the planks that were there for people to tread across to the nails and bolts that held it together. Well, half way hold it together. She was sure that something else was holding the magnificently gleaming bridge together. The sky was velvety black, silver stars twinkling thousands of light-years away. Two green, blue brown and white globes, one in front and one in back of her, loomed in the sky, looking an awful lot like the satellite pictures of Nesserum. Kelsi felt a cold seep through her, a coldness like she had never felt before. Her gaze fell back to the breath-taking bridge. It was so long, longer than any bridge she had seen before and at the end she thought she saw someone; someone beckoning her. Kelsi put some of her weight on the suburb and began to walk slowly. She abruptly stepped backwards, as if the bridge was boiling hot magma. For some reason she as scared like something she didn’t want to meet was waiting for her. But what about that person? She could picture their face, longing to see her after all these years. She knew it sounded funny, but she could feel how much they missed her. Kelsi made up her mind, she would go . . .
“Brrringgg!” The wake-up call sounded, startling Kelsi who had been asleep in her bed. She had that dream again, the bridge dream. The bridge dream was nothing new; Kelsi had been having the dream since she was a baby. It was almost comforting, like a child’s security blanket brought peace and assurance.
“Brrrrriinnnngggg!” The bell sounded, slightly louder this time.
Kelsi groaned and rolled out of bed. She quickly dressed in a faded tee-shirt and a pair of jeans that had a hole in the knee. Both were donated clothing from a local clothes drive. She pulled out a pair of socks that had been dyed pink in the wash and double knotted the frayed shoelaces of her scuffed tennis shoes.
After gathering her school books and homework she put them in a worn black back-pack that was also donated. Kelsi finally got into the bathroom and hurriedly brushed her teeth. She glanced at her hair and decided to go it on the way to school. Grabbing a piece of toast with barely any apricot jam, Kelsi slung her back-pack over her shoulders and began to walk/run to school. Luckily the local high school wasn’t very far from the orphanage. The beat-up yellow bus zoomed by, leaving Kelsi coughing from the horrible fumes. Kelsi had gotten banned from the bus (the bus driver had realized that whenever Kelsi stepped on the bus it automatically broke down.) Having to walk to school was beginning to take it’s toll on Kelsi. She never really had time to try and make herself look more presentable and she was beginning to get tired of walking all the time.
As Kelsi neared Dilworth High she quickly pulled her straight/wavy hair back into a messy ponytail. She sighed. Another long day of torture was ahead.
“Kelsi, can you please turn you picture in?” Mrs. Eisenberg rudely awoke Kelsi from her daydreams. Kelsi had finally made it to Art, 4th period.
“Um . . . let me see if I can find it,” Kelsi rummaged around in her back-pack (whose strap had broken during 2nd period biology) until she found a beaten-up blue folder. “Here it is,” she pulled out a picture of the golden bridge from her dreams. A blue, green, brown and white globe lay at the end of the bridge, a silhouette of someone in front of the large globe. Golden glitter dusted the bridge’s planks and support beams and Kelsi’s name was neatly lettered in the corner.
“This is . . . beautiful,” Mrs. Eisenberg sighed, uncharacteristically quiet. “This is breath-taking! I especially enjoy the stars twinkling in the background. Excellent!” Mrs. Eisenberg found her voice as she tacked Kelsi’s picture up on the cork board and stepped back to admire the drawing. “Now class, see the fabulous use of glitter in this,” Mrs. Eisenberg began but was interrupted by the bell.
“Saved by the bell!” Kelsi muttered under her breath. “Thank goodness it’s lunchtime!”
Everyone scrambled to get out of the stuffy classroom. Kelsi gathered her art supplied and began to walk towards the cafeteria.
Kelsi stood in back of the very long (and very crowded) lunch line and waited for her turn.
“Do ya want butta on ya carrats?” The lunch lady asked, motioning a butter-filled ladle towards a pile of orange mush.
“Sure,” Kelsi nodded her thanks and handed her dollar-fifty to the lunch lady at the cash register.
“Enjoy your sloppy joe,” the lunch lady said as Kelsi walked off.
Kelsi set her plastic tray onto a deserted table in a forgotten corner. She pulled the plastic spork out of the napkin and started eating the carrots and sloppy joe. Putting her straw into the milk carton she gulped the cafeteria food down.
At least it’s better than orphanage food. She thought to herself as she wrapped the dry crumbly peanut butter cookie that resembled a hockey puck in her napkin. Kelsi put the wrapped cookie in her pocket.
“Afraid someone’s gonna steal your cookie?”
Kelsi groaned as she looked up. Why did that football jock Curtis have to come and bother her? Couldn’t he leave her alone for once? Kelsi pretended that she couldn’t hear him as she pulled out a library book.
“Hey, Little Orphan Annie, I’m talkin’ to you!” Curtis knocked the library book out of Kelsi’s hands.
“Go away Curtis! Don’t you have anything better to do?” Kelsi tried to say bravely but ended up whispering.
“What could be more mun than talkin’ to you?” Curtis leered.
“Isn’t there an English test coming up? If I were you, I’d be studying. Of course if I were you I would have started studying three months ago so I could actually pass!” Kelsi clamped her hands over her mouth in horror. Had she actually said that?
“Why you little,” Curtis lunged at Kelsi when the bell rang.
Kelsi grabbed her lunch tray and back pack, dodging a furious Curtis.
“That’s twice in one day!” Kelsi marveled at her excellent timing as she dumped her tray into the giant black garbage can.
“Get to class!” One of the Aids yelled as Kelsi finally reached the computer lab.
“Here’s your assignment, Kelsi,” Mr. Powell handed Kelsi a stack of papers and a clipboard. “Maybe you should stay out of the lab. Most of the computer you’ve . . . dealt with need some more rebooting.”
Kelsi understood. The school couldn’t afford for her to crash any more computers.
“Okay, I’ll just be outside the door,” Kelsi set her backpack down, got a pencil out and sad down on the worn carpeted floor, pretzel style.
“Oh, did you get in trouble?” A tween girl from the Jr. High asked as she walked by. Kelsi recognized her as the only child of the Drama teacher, Mrs. Larchmont.
“No,” Kelsi scowled at the girl.
“Then why aren’t you in the classroom?” Sniffed the girl. “Never mind, I rather not waste my time, especially on the likes of you. I need to see my mother about something too important for you orphan ears to hear,” and with a throw of her sparkly silver scarf the girl primly walked away.
Kelsi’s face flushed. Even a kid that was in seventh grade was mean to her! She felt like crying. Couldn’t at least someone be nice to her?
After jotting down her answer to a particularly hard question about how to make a hyperlink, Kelsi neatly folded the packet back and gave the partially done assignment to Mr. Powell.
“You can finish the packet on Monday,” Mr. Powell said to Kelsi. “Have a nice weekend.”
Kelsi almost laughed. Have a nice weekend, wasn’t that an oxymoron? Sure, it was nice to not have any school but between schoolwork, her overtime hours at her after-school job and chores at the orphanage, Kelsi didn’t have any time for “nice” weekends.
Kelsi entered the English classroom. 6th hour History hadn’t been too bad today, it was mostly notes on the Battle of Kerew in 1795. There was going to be a quiz on Monday so Mr. Cemalt hadn’t assigned any homework in hopes that the students would study instead.
“Welcome class,” Miss Apeed said in her gentle, yet firm voice. “Today we’re going to the library to work on an informative essay.” Some of the students groaned. “I do believe that one os also due for Mr. Cemalt’s class so he and I have agreed that you may turn in the same paper for both assignments.” She passed out a rubric. “The report will be on something that has to do with the history of Nesserum.”
Most of the students looked like they could care less but Kelsi was happy. Two assignments for the work of one? It couldn’t get much better than that, at least where school work was involved. The class shuffled down the hall towards Kelsi’s favorite place in the old high school, the library.
As Kelsi stepped into the book-filled room a comforting aroma welcomed her. The smell was th best smell Kelsi could think of, the spicy odor of old books and the clean smell of new books. Kelsi automatically went towards the non-fiction books and looked through the dusty volumes. She was trying to decide what her informative essay should be on when a particularly ancient, worn book caught her eye. The book looked like it hadn’t been opened in fifty years so Kelsi hefted the heavy volume onto a near-by table.
As she opened the leather-bound book a small puff of dust came up, making Kelsi cough and sneeze. She turned the yellowing pages to the title page and read what it said aloud.
“A History of the Sister Planets,” Kelsi breathed softly. “Sister Planets? There aren’t any other planets 30 zillion light years away, let alone Sister Planets. Somebody must have mis-shelved this,” but something compelled Kelsi to read on. She hadn’t skimmed more than a page and a half when Miss Apeed’s voice penetrated her thoughts.
“Okay everyone, please leave your books here or check them out. The bell is going to ring in ten minutes and I want to get back to class before then.” Kelsi frowned at the giant book. It was clearly fascinating and she really wanted to read it, even if it looked like it should be in the Sci-Fi section. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to lug the heavy book back to the orphanage. Would it even fit in her backpack? Kelsi finally decided she’d take it with her, maybe she’d get lucky and be able to salvage some grains of truth for the report.
She heaved the book onto the librarians desk.
“Can I check this out?” Kelsi questioned.
Ms. Cag frowned at Kelsi, her eyes slits behind her wire-rimmed bifocals. “That book is an antique! I only check out books that old to people with the cleanest records, let me check the computer.” She looked at the screen then looked back at Kelsi. “Only the most trustworthy students are allowed to even look at those books and considering your previous record you aren’t allowed to check out that book.” Her grating voice was as steely as her gray colored hair.
Kelsi sighed. So she accidently tore a page of a picture book out when she was eight and had an over-due book when she was ten! That was years ago! “Alright,” Kelsi looked longingly at the book as she collected her bag and went back to the English classroom.