My Life As Eclair Jonas #1: The Party's Getting Started

That morning, I was still sound asleep. Then, I heard loud music from down stairs. That woke me up with my face in a frown. “Kevin! Joe! Nick!” I screamed. I knew for my first day of Middle School, pain in the butt.

I slid down the fire pole in my PJ’s to the kitchen. My mom was making her famous chocolate chip pancakes. They smell as good as they taste. My dad was at the table reading the news. I slowly meandered to the table with sand in my eyes still. My mom smiled at me, “Good morning my sweet middle schooled daughter.”
“Good morning? Good morning?” I asked, “Mom, it’s the first day of school and it’s Monday. You know, the armpit of the week.”
My dad put his arm around my shoulder. “Come on Éclair,” he said trying to butter me up, “You’ll have a great time in Wester Middle.”
I spat my milk in a sudden blast. “Wester Middle?!” I shouted, “But that’s a private school!” I stood up and slapped the table. “Why do we have to suffer going to a school with snotty rich kids in uniforms!”
Mom spoke, “Just because Kevin, Joe, and Nick are famous, doesn’t mean we are rich and snotty.”
“Besides,” started my dad, “You’ll have a great time.”
“I like to see that,” I whispered in the quietest voice.
Suddenly, Kevin, Joe, and Nick came into the kitchen. It wasn’t a shocker in my house. Then, Kevin started to pet my head. “Aw, guess who’s going to Wester Middle,” he taunted while Joe slapped my back hard.
“Don’t rub it in,” I snapped, “You woke me up early!”
Joe and Kevin stepped. “Somebody woke up on wrong side the bed this morning,” said Joe.
“If it’s in a firehouse, what do you expect?”
Nick pushed Joe away from me. “How many more times are you going to make fun of her?” he asked meanly.
“Sorry,” said Joe sarcastically, “I didn’t know she was your favorite.”
Mom came in with the pancakes. “Who wants pancakes?”
After she said that, the boys sat down. Where was my ticket to Angel Town? My brain lifted from sleep and I took out my journal and wrote:
September 5th
1. Angel Town

Joe looked over to see what I was writing. I closed it before he saw anything. “Nice try, Curious George.” I head binged again

2. Curious George

For anyone who wanted to know, that was my Song Journal. Every time I hatch an idea for a song, I write it down in there for that day. I have to keep it secret because I don’t want the other making fun of them. I have feelings too people.
I was zoned out for a while. Then, I came back to earth when Nick was calling my name.
Éclair!” he called.
I shook head a few times. “Yeah?”
“What he was trying to say was that we have to go to school before you got zoned out,” Kevin explained.
“What Curly said,” replied Nick. He kissed me on the cheek, grabbed his bag and said, “Good luck in school today.”
“Bye!” I waved. When Kevin, Joe, and Nick left, I thought, I’m doomed!

Chapter 2: Wester Middle

My mom dropped me off at school that same morning. I never realized how big the school was. I was super lucky that I wasn’t signed up at an all girl’s school. That school was full of boys and girls in uniforms. I hated uniforms and I never wore them until now. I had to because it was the school policy and I never got in trouble once. I’m not starting the trouble route today or ever. Mom told me if that I was good enough, I could be in the band, but that was Kevin, Joe, and Nick’s choice, not her’s. I know that Nick would always say, “Yes you can” because I was Nick’s favorite sibling.
When school started, everyone went to the auditorium of the school. The first thing on the first day of school was to hear the principal’s speech for the 6th graders. I also lucky I have to spend two years here. While I was heading to the stage, without looking I crashed right into somebody. I spilled backwards. “I’m sorry!” I screeched in my high-pitched voice. I when got up, I new who I crashed into.
The boy struggled to get up. “It’s okay, girl,” he said. He had brown hair with blue eyes. Those eyes were powerful to mind.
“Hi,” I stuttered, “I’m Éclair.”
“Éclair?” he asked, “That’s funny.”
I looked at him. “Well, my real name is Claire Augustine Jonas, but my friends and family call me Éclair because of my chocolate hair and eyes.”
He laughed. “My family and friends call me a weird name, too.”
“What is that?” I wondered.
“Cola,” he replied.
“Cola?” I laughed, too. “Listen, I’m sorry that I…”
“It’s okay,” he said as his finger touched my lips. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
When he walked away, I thought to myself, Wow! That was my first friend here in this rotten school.

After the speech, I had to go upstairs. I hate this uniform. I kept twitching. I couldn’t stop thinking about Cola. There was one way to make me stop thinking about it.

3. My Coca-Cola

That was better. “265… 266… 267,” I kept counting until I found Locker 270. “Right 23, left 48, right 33.” The locker opened just like that. Must have been magic or something. I never opened a locker like that before. That was when I invented a theory called Magic of Being a Jonas. Then again, I thought that was the most stupid theory I ever heard in my life of being a Jonas. I wished I told Cola that.

Chapter 3: Chorus Class

At the final period of the day, I head straight to room 1005, a.k.a Chorus. Why did have to pick that class anyway? There were many kids in that class. Most of the kids were girls. I don’t understand why. After I sat down, somebody tapped my shoulder. When I turned around, the first thing I saw was Cola sitting right behind me. “Hey!” I said.
Cola jumped into the sit next to mine. “How’s it going?”
I looked at my uniform. “I hate the uniforms,” I laughed.
Cola laughed, too. “Word on the street is that you’re not from here.”
“That’s right,” I replied, “I came from New Jersey,”
Cola smiled. “Also, that you’re the sibling of a certain band that I know off.”
“Yes,”
Then, a girl walked over to Cola and me. She wasn’t too happy to my eyes. “Cole, did you ever realized that you’re sitting in my sit?”
Cola stood up. “Can it, Lindsay! It doesn’t have your name it and it’s school property.”
Lindsay huffed and walked away. “Who’s that?” I asked.
Cola turned to me. “That?” he started, “That is Lindsay Thomas. She is the snottiest girl in school. And she has the most perfect voice.”
Before Cola could say anything, the teacher came in. She clapped her hands so loud, it can be heard from the other side of the school. Everyone sat down. “Good afternoon class!” she announced, “I’m Miss Starwood.” She walked up to the board and wrote the name on it. “Now we have a new student in the school,” she pointed at me, “Come up please, dear.”
I stood up and stood next to her.
“This is Claire Jonas,”
Everyone was silent.
“Call me Éclair please?” I asked.
“Of course, dear,” she replied. I sat down before anything else happened. The teacher turned to the front of the class. “Now,” she started, “I’m going to hear your voices and put you into your sections. David, would like to start?”
“Yes, Miss Starwood,” he replied. I could tell he was a little nervous. He started a song that most boys know:
So don’t push me so close to the edge,
Cause I’m already there.
Yeah!

Most of the boys shouted and cheered.
Miss Starwood said, “Interesting,” She looked down at her clipboard. “David, you will be placed in Tenor section.” Everyone gave and applause. David sat down in the right side of the middle section. “Cole, you’re next.”
Cola stood up. He winked at me. He started to sing something that everybody knew:
I’m hot
Your cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don’t
But, you gotten me on my toes

I sat there like a mad person. Everyone started clapping like crazy. “Bravo!” cheered Miss Starwood. “You’re in Baritone section.” More applause came from the others.
Lindsay kept raising her hand and saying, “Me, me, pick me.”
Miss Starwood looked up and said, “Lindsay, I knew you would next.”
Lindsay stood up and stretched. She was “warming up” before showing her victory of being Part 1 of Soprano. When she sang, she sound like this:
Don’t have to be rich
To be my girl
Don’t have to be cool
To rule my world
All I need is a little
Of your time to
Mwa Mwa Mwa
Kiss

The students just clapped in general. “Wonderful, Lindsay,” cheered the teacher, “Just wonderful. You’re in Soprano.”
“Wow,” I whispered to myself hoping no one can hear.
“Éclair!” called Miss Starwood, “Since you are interested, you can go next.”
I stood up. I was scared to death. This was what I sang:
Oh it’s just a little thing
Just to set myself free
So say your prayers
And hope you can find me
Oo ah ahhhhh

Everyone started “Ooo”ing at me. They were hypnotized in my voice. “That’s all I know,” I said nervously.
“That was beautiful,” Miss Starwood commented cheerfully, “Éclair, you’re also in Soprano as well.”
I smiled. I was never in Soprano of anything, but I also knew that somebody wasn’t happy to be with me.