Chapter One
Terri sang out, "The last day of school, the very last day of school!" It was very annoying, but true. "Thank god for the summer. No more classes. No more homework. No more books and pencils and 'Where is your homework?' Just video games, TV, and shopping all summer. And guess what today is." She came all too close to my face.
I shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal Terri. I'll just go tell Michael that I have a major crush on him, and then leave."
"Oh but Skyler, it is that big of a deal. You'll be the first person in school to say "I love you" in front of someone who tells you to 'shut up, oh wait, you can't!' at the playground.
"So what if he tells me to shut up? Look, I've known him since kindergarten, so I think it's all right for me to like him."
But Terri was right, and I knew it. It was that big of a deal. Especially since I was planning that little surprise-the lip-lock. If I could catch him in the hall it'd be perfect, just him and me. But, unfortunately, I had to come down from my daydream when Ms. Why-Don't-You- Wear-Makeup asked, "How many times will ten go into one hundred twenty- two?"
"Umm . . . . Twelve?"
"Don't answer a question with another question. Twelve remainder what?"
"Twelve remainder two." Then she walked off to go torture another poor soul.
The last day of school was horrible, and it dragged on forever. Finally it was time to go home. Michael left to go to the restroom. I left the class a good way behind him. He entered the boys restroom and I waited by the water fountains for him to get out.
When he did finally come out, I saw his sleek, gelled hair, his pale blue eyes, and strong posture and I froze. He'd never have emotions for me, never, ever. But maybe . .
"Hey Michael." I called, trying to stop him from going any further toward the classroom. "You wanna know something?"
"Sure, what?" he shrugged.
"I like you," and with that I bent him down and gave him a passionate kiss, on the lips, in the school hallway. I was mad! But it didn't matter now. I slipped a small sheet of paper with my phone number on it into his hand and left the dreaded school for the rest of the summer.
Terri sang out, "The last day of school, the very last day of school!" It was very annoying, but true. "Thank god for the summer. No more classes. No more homework. No more books and pencils and 'Where is your homework?' Just video games, TV, and shopping all summer. And guess what today is." She came all too close to my face.
I shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal Terri. I'll just go tell Michael that I have a major crush on him, and then leave."
"Oh but Skyler, it is that big of a deal. You'll be the first person in school to say "I love you" in front of someone who tells you to 'shut up, oh wait, you can't!' at the playground.
"So what if he tells me to shut up? Look, I've known him since kindergarten, so I think it's all right for me to like him."
But Terri was right, and I knew it. It was that big of a deal. Especially since I was planning that little surprise-the lip-lock. If I could catch him in the hall it'd be perfect, just him and me. But, unfortunately, I had to come down from my daydream when Ms. Why-Don't-You- Wear-Makeup asked, "How many times will ten go into one hundred twenty- two?"
"Umm . . . . Twelve?"
"Don't answer a question with another question. Twelve remainder what?"
"Twelve remainder two." Then she walked off to go torture another poor soul.
The last day of school was horrible, and it dragged on forever. Finally it was time to go home. Michael left to go to the restroom. I left the class a good way behind him. He entered the boys restroom and I waited by the water fountains for him to get out.
When he did finally come out, I saw his sleek, gelled hair, his pale blue eyes, and strong posture and I froze. He'd never have emotions for me, never, ever. But maybe . .
"Hey Michael." I called, trying to stop him from going any further toward the classroom. "You wanna know something?"
"Sure, what?" he shrugged.
"I like you," and with that I bent him down and gave him a passionate kiss, on the lips, in the school hallway. I was mad! But it didn't matter now. I slipped a small sheet of paper with my phone number on it into his hand and left the dreaded school for the rest of the summer.