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Next Day:
I walk into my English class with Shelby by my side as we take our seats. As usual groups of friends are talking about May’s wild party last night, and how May isn’t here because she’s recovering from a major hangover. Shelby is wearing jeans and a t-shirt (as usual) that we got at a Ready Set concert we went to together.
Shelby’s like, “Oh my god can you believe it! May got drunk again! I’m kinda worried about her. I say, “Don’t worry she’ll get over it like always. She’ll be back by lunch.” The bell rings and everyone gets into their seats. The one on the other side of me empty. Poor May…but I’m worried to. What if she gets in trouble or is an alcoholic?! Mr. Jackson walks in with his clipboard in hand. He takes attendance from his desk then stands up. “Ok class, today we will get new seats. Every other person in their row will move to the other persons desk.” He says as he looks over the class. My hand goes up. “But what about May?” I ask. “I think she’ll be just fine.” He says. Shoot,ray ban wayfarer! All year I have never not had a friend sit next to me in English. Last time I got lucky. Both my two best friends sat next to me. Now they’re both moving! “Bye…” I whisper as Shelby picks up her things and moves to the back. “See you after class.” She whispers back. It can’t be too bad. This is my chance to make a new friend. Besides we have lunch after this. I can talk to May and Shelby all during lunch. I look over my shoulder to see who my new desk mate will be. “O.M.G.” I say under my breath. It’s a guy. I’m sitting next to a dude. Not just any dude. A really hot Goth dude. He gets up and walks over to me. “Uhm…hi…” I say with a slight smile. Darn my shyness! You could barley hear me! He grumbles something unintelligible. He was wearing a black graphic tee with light blue jeans and gray Vans.
I think I’ve seen him before…maybe at the party last night? There is something about his eyes…yes that’s it! His blue eyes! He was the guy in the closet with me! We sit in class for what seems like forever. Today we’re learning about iambic pentameter. Nothing new really. I’ve read about it before in out textbook. It might have to do with the fact I work in a bookstore too. I watch the clock and take a break from my horrible doodles. I wonder if this guy recognizes me? I take a peek at him. He’s slouching in his chair with hands in pockets. As I look closer I can see he has a lip ring. That must have hurt getting pierced. I look at his worksheet. Wow… surprisingly he’s taken notes. “Ok, now please finish the worksheet with your new partners. This is a chance to get to know your new partners. Whatever you two don’t finish you have for homework.” Mr. Jackson says. This might be hard. He doesn’t seem like much of a talker. But neither am I. That’s one thing we have in common. I take a look at the worksheet. This is a piece of cake! I could do this in my sleep. But when I turn to ask him if he wanted to do the first question I see that he’s already done. Could this guy actually be smart?! I think sarcastically. Just because he doesn’t talk much and sat in the back and wore different clothing doesn’t mean he’s not smart. He’s looking at the window. Fine I’ll do it myself! I finish the problems just as the bell rings. The mysterious boy jumps up and leaves the class before anyone else. “So, what’s your new partner like?” Shelby asks as we walk out to our lockers. “I don’t know. I think he’s shyer than us.” I say as I open my book-cluttered locker. “That’s not possible.” She says getting out her lunch. “Well it’s true! I don’t even know what his name is,gafas rayban!” I say as we turn strides synched together. We sit down in the large cafeteria in our normal table. I look at my lunch as Shelby looks at hers. We look at each other and trade lunches with out a word. After a moment we laugh. Suddenly May comes walking in. “Told you.” I say. May cleaned up very well. She must have put a pound of make-up under her eyes. “Hey guys! What did I miss?” She asks cheerily. “Well for starters we got new seats.” I say. “Aww…” May says with a pout. “I liked our old seats.” “Who cares about that! Abbey,gafas de sol ray ban, tell her about your new partner!” Shelby exclaims. “Yes, yes give me all the details.” May says opening her lunch. “Well…” I start to say. “It’s that guy who sat in the back! The emo one that wears black all the time!” Shelby tells her. “Ooooh…wasn’t he the one you kissed?” May asked. “No, I told you he kissed me on the cheek then fled the scene like it was a crime. But yeah I think it was.” I say while I play with my salad with my fork. We go through lunch like any other day. We talk about books, make-up,ray ban, movies we want to see, and Shelby rants on about a new anime she watched yesterday. Just another day…
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“Hey, Abigail! Meet you at the bookstore? Need to practice my Spanish pronto.” May says as she catches up with me. School’s done for the day and I was on my way home. “Sure my shift ends at 5:30. Maybe I can get you to buy a Spanish dictionary.” I say with a laugh. “Ok me and Shelby will meet you there at 4:00! See ya later.” May says as she skips off to talk with another cheerleader. I wave to Shelby who just hoped on her bike. Then I look back to see Mister Mysterious looking at me. Maybe he does remember me…
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Next Day:
I walk into my English class with Shelby by my side as we take our seats. As usual groups of friends are talking about May’s wild party last night, and how May isn’t here because she’s recovering from a major hangover. Shelby is wearing jeans and a t-shirt (as usual) that we got at a Ready Set concert we went to together.
Shelby’s like, “Oh my god can you believe it! May got drunk again! I’m kinda worried about her. I say, “Don’t worry she’ll get over it like always. She’ll be back by lunch.” The bell rings and everyone gets into their seats. The one on the other side of me empty. Poor May…but I’m worried to. What if she gets in trouble or is an alcoholic?! Mr. Jackson walks in with his clipboard in hand. He takes attendance from his desk then stands up. “Ok class, today we will get new seats. Every other person in their row will move to the other persons desk.” He says as he looks over the class. My hand goes up. “But what about May?” I ask. “I think she’ll be just fine.” He says. Shoot,ray ban wayfarer! All year I have never not had a friend sit next to me in English. Last time I got lucky. Both my two best friends sat next to me. Now they’re both moving! “Bye…” I whisper as Shelby picks up her things and moves to the back. “See you after class.” She whispers back. It can’t be too bad. This is my chance to make a new friend. Besides we have lunch after this. I can talk to May and Shelby all during lunch. I look over my shoulder to see who my new desk mate will be. “O.M.G.” I say under my breath. It’s a guy. I’m sitting next to a dude. Not just any dude. A really hot Goth dude. He gets up and walks over to me. “Uhm…hi…” I say with a slight smile. Darn my shyness! You could barley hear me! He grumbles something unintelligible. He was wearing a black graphic tee with light blue jeans and gray Vans.
I think I’ve seen him before…maybe at the party last night? There is something about his eyes…yes that’s it! His blue eyes! He was the guy in the closet with me! We sit in class for what seems like forever. Today we’re learning about iambic pentameter. Nothing new really. I’ve read about it before in out textbook. It might have to do with the fact I work in a bookstore too. I watch the clock and take a break from my horrible doodles. I wonder if this guy recognizes me? I take a peek at him. He’s slouching in his chair with hands in pockets. As I look closer I can see he has a lip ring. That must have hurt getting pierced. I look at his worksheet. Wow… surprisingly he’s taken notes. “Ok, now please finish the worksheet with your new partners. This is a chance to get to know your new partners. Whatever you two don’t finish you have for homework.” Mr. Jackson says. This might be hard. He doesn’t seem like much of a talker. But neither am I. That’s one thing we have in common. I take a look at the worksheet. This is a piece of cake! I could do this in my sleep. But when I turn to ask him if he wanted to do the first question I see that he’s already done. Could this guy actually be smart?! I think sarcastically. Just because he doesn’t talk much and sat in the back and wore different clothing doesn’t mean he’s not smart. He’s looking at the window. Fine I’ll do it myself! I finish the problems just as the bell rings. The mysterious boy jumps up and leaves the class before anyone else. “So, what’s your new partner like?” Shelby asks as we walk out to our lockers. “I don’t know. I think he’s shyer than us.” I say as I open my book-cluttered locker. “That’s not possible.” She says getting out her lunch. “Well it’s true! I don’t even know what his name is,gafas rayban!” I say as we turn strides synched together. We sit down in the large cafeteria in our normal table. I look at my lunch as Shelby looks at hers. We look at each other and trade lunches with out a word. After a moment we laugh. Suddenly May comes walking in. “Told you.” I say. May cleaned up very well. She must have put a pound of make-up under her eyes. “Hey guys! What did I miss?” She asks cheerily. “Well for starters we got new seats.” I say. “Aww…” May says with a pout. “I liked our old seats.” “Who cares about that! Abbey,gafas de sol ray ban, tell her about your new partner!” Shelby exclaims. “Yes, yes give me all the details.” May says opening her lunch. “Well…” I start to say. “It’s that guy who sat in the back! The emo one that wears black all the time!” Shelby tells her. “Ooooh…wasn’t he the one you kissed?” May asked. “No, I told you he kissed me on the cheek then fled the scene like it was a crime. But yeah I think it was.” I say while I play with my salad with my fork. We go through lunch like any other day. We talk about books, make-up,ray ban, movies we want to see, and Shelby rants on about a new anime she watched yesterday. Just another day…
…
“Hey, Abigail! Meet you at the bookstore? Need to practice my Spanish pronto.” May says as she catches up with me. School’s done for the day and I was on my way home. “Sure my shift ends at 5:30. Maybe I can get you to buy a Spanish dictionary.” I say with a laugh. “Ok me and Shelby will meet you there at 4:00! See ya later.” May says as she skips off to talk with another cheerleader. I wave to Shelby who just hoped on her bike. Then I look back to see Mister Mysterious looking at me. Maybe he does remember me…