Also after I had told Arnold how I felt I guess I had stopped being quite so hard and mean without my secret to protect. I didn�t realize that until 7th grade. Because of the divorce I was feeling very fragile. My whole life had been split apart at the foundations and to make it even worse I was about to be starting a new school with new people and none of the old familiarity of PS 118. I had bullied up again so that I couldn�t be hurt in my delicate state. Despite the fact that I had become my old self again, everyone had plenty of sympathy for me once they learned about the divorce. They helped me get through it, and I never realized before how many friends I had. I also figured out that I had softened after fourth grade. There was no way I would have had this many friends if I hadn�t.
Meanwhile, back to getting ready for school. (You people shouldn�t let me reminisce so long. It�s bad for the story.) I pulled on a pair of flare jeans, put on a bra, then pulled a red blouse down off its hanger and put it on. I tied it off to one side on the bottom so my midriff showed. I pulled on a pair of black boots. They were platforms (like I needed them) and the tops disappeared into my jean legs. The toes were sort of squared off so my feet weren�t pinched. I then struggled to pull a brush through my gnarled, still damp hair for ten minutes. Muttering and cussing under my breath I yanked out half of my hair before I managed to make it presentable. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and examined myself.
The great figure that had started to show itself in Jr. High had almost finished appearing. I was very proud of my chest and waist. I had kept my waist in control without it becoming a Barbie waist like some anorexic girl. I was amazed that I had gotten nice sized boobs since those didn�t really run in the family. I flipped my hair. It was long and I no longer wore it on the sides like when I was a girl. It was darker because it was still wet, and the water was weighting it. When it dried I would have a few definite waves in my hair. Those had come out of nowhere last year. I had also started applying Nair to the middle of my eyebrow so that I now had the normal two. Over all I had a body that girls envied, hair that was great when it wasn�t wet, and I was a fashionable dresser.
I walked out of my room psyched up and in a great mood for the first day of the year. Bob had already made breakfast. He had somehow managed to become self-sufficient after the divorce. I ate, grabbed my backpack and money for lunch, and then walked out the door to catch the bus. I quietly said a challenge under my breath as I walked to the bus stop.
�Gimme your best shot Seattle High.�
�Mmm mmm mmm, I am one sexy dude!� I said to the gorgeous face in the mirror. Yeah, I like to talk to myself every morning, but this morning was extra important. It was the morning of the first day of High School. I stood naked in front of the mirror, checking out every aspect of my gorgeous body. Arnold and I had bulked up all summer using my home gym, and it had given me superb muscles.
�The ladies are gonna be all over me this year,� I said as I held up two pairs of boxers in front of me, deciding which ones to wear. I finally chose the red silk ones because they matched my baggy black jeans with the red stitching. I pulled on my jeans and let them fall to the proper place at my hips. �Perfect.� I stared at my chest in the mirror. It was very nicely defined, though it still needed work to become as buff as possible, but I was satisfied. I put on my tight red muscle shirt and it showed off the definition in my chest nicely. I ran a hand over my short hair, which my mom had put into cornrows. I thought the new �do suited me just nicely, and brought out my dashing eyes.
I checked myself out one last time and caught the bus to school. This would definitely be my last year of riding the bus or my name wasn�t Gerald Martin Johanssen. I longed for a car so badly, but mom said I was going to have to wait until I was 16 to get one. Moms can be so annoying. All the way to school, I dreamed about the perfect car. It would definitely have to be red, my favorite color. Sleek and sporty with a kickass speaker system. Yes, I could just taste it.
Before I knew it, the bus arrived at Seattle High. Damn, the place was huge! Arnold and I had practically gotten lost 50 times at registration, and now we had to go it for real, without a map. I entered the school grounds and scouted around for familiar faces. I saw oodles of my ex girlfriends around. They were all staring at me, I could tell. They all wished for more of me, but none of them had really had that special something I was looking for. Ever since Phoebe and I broke up, I haven�t been satisfied for very long with anyone for one reason or another. I hated to be known for breaking up with girls every two weeks, but that didn�t stop them from coming onto me, so I didn�t dwell on it too much.
I first saw Phoebe and Helga standing together like always, so I went up to them to say hi.
�Phoebe! Helga!� I exclaimed, hugging both of them in turn. We all started chatting about various things when Arnold walked up to us.
�Hey Arnold!� I said happily, and we did our secret handshake. �Lookin� good muh brotha!�
�Thanks, right back at�cha!� Arnold said to me with this attitude in his voice that I was surprised to hear. Heh, my man had changed for the better so it seemed.