Biting my pencil for so long, I was afraid it would break into two.
But I couldn't help it. I really couldn't. Fifteen minutes into a 90-minute classroom-period and I'd already died of boredom thrice. Yawning, I fixated my attention on the newest boy in Math class, sitting next to me. His name was Alan Smith, called "Squid" even by the teachers. He wasn't the smartest boy, hell no, but he wasn't the dumbest to put it that way.
"Let's start off simple..." The teacher's voice waned in my half-awake/half-aleep mode. "Answer that, Fox."
"Whu-" I breathed, waking up.
"Five to second power," Squid quickly whispered to me.
"Twenty-five," I snapped.
The bell rang five minutes later, and I muttered, "Thanks, Squid."
"No problem. You should just pay a little more attention."
"And you do?"
"Well, yeah," he replied. "Sike."
I smiled, and he offered to by lunch later that day. "That'd be cool, I guess." I shrugged. It wasn't too big of a deal for me. For some girls, but not me. Me. Lashawn AnaMaria de Gomez. Fox. The simple punk who'd won the Spelling Bee a gazillion times and was a great writer. In a coincidence...
"Heard you're an awesome writer," Squid said.
"Well, so people say. I'm not that great."
"I've read quite a few of your poems," Squid replied, smiling. "They're great."
"Thank you! Do you write?"
"Nah," he said. "Not really."
"Fox!" I heard my friends calling.
"I'd better go: sorry," I said, sighing.
"It's alright, see you at lunch then, at noon, by the fountain?"
"Okay, see you!" I waved as I ran over to my best friend, Elena Yudina en Carnacione.
"Wow!" She mumbled at me. "Squid asked you to lunch?"
"Yeah..." I looked at her, at her startled face. "Why? What's the big deal?"
"Squid Smith! Alan Smith! S-A Smith asked you to eat lunch with him?"
"Yep, that's about right."
"Oh, my God, Fox! Seriously! He's so hot!"
I rolled my eyes. "Now, he's very kind."
"Duh!"
Then, out of nowhere, Chrystii Umane approached us. "Hello, girls," she said, showing off, trying to act tall, whenI stood at least a good four inches taller than most girls. "I just heard from a reliable source" -gossip and eavesdropping- "that Alan asked you out."
"Yeah," I replied hotly. "Gotta problemo?"
"Yeah, I do!" she snapped. "He's mine. I've claimed him. He's my boyfriend."
"Well, I don't think so, brat," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Squee-ee-ii-dd!" she shouted. I shivered. It creeped me out the way she'd called him.
"Yeah?" he asked, coming over. He saw me and Elena and grinned, causing Elena to squeal with delightment.
"Are you my boyfriend?" she demanded.
"What the hell?" he scoffed at her, backing away from her, closer to Elena and me. "Hell no! What's your problem, Chyrstii? When I said 'Sorry' when I bumped into you, well, um, I didn't mean I was asking you out..." he gulped. "Actually, I... hate you!" He laughed at her.
"Ugh," she cried, and started sobbing. What a Drama Queen, I thought as tears ran down her face. She picked up her piece (cellphone) and forwarded this to everyone: "You guys, Squid's officially off the worthy guys list! He so, lyke, just broke up with me! Can you believe it? Call me."
Squid started walking off to library, for first break, and I sauntered after him, followed by Elena. "Hey!" I called.
He turned around, grinning. "Did you like that little shin-dig?" he asked.
"Hell, yeah, man," I replied, smirking. "That takes some serious guts, dude, and sure as sh*t you've got them."
"Thanks," he called back. "Well, I'll se you at lunch."
I turned back around to Elena, biting my pen. "So...how's your day been?"
But I couldn't help it. I really couldn't. Fifteen minutes into a 90-minute classroom-period and I'd already died of boredom thrice. Yawning, I fixated my attention on the newest boy in Math class, sitting next to me. His name was Alan Smith, called "Squid" even by the teachers. He wasn't the smartest boy, hell no, but he wasn't the dumbest to put it that way.
"Let's start off simple..." The teacher's voice waned in my half-awake/half-aleep mode. "Answer that, Fox."
"Whu-" I breathed, waking up.
"Five to second power," Squid quickly whispered to me.
"Twenty-five," I snapped.
The bell rang five minutes later, and I muttered, "Thanks, Squid."
"No problem. You should just pay a little more attention."
"And you do?"
"Well, yeah," he replied. "Sike."
I smiled, and he offered to by lunch later that day. "That'd be cool, I guess." I shrugged. It wasn't too big of a deal for me. For some girls, but not me. Me. Lashawn AnaMaria de Gomez. Fox. The simple punk who'd won the Spelling Bee a gazillion times and was a great writer. In a coincidence...
"Heard you're an awesome writer," Squid said.
"Well, so people say. I'm not that great."
"I've read quite a few of your poems," Squid replied, smiling. "They're great."
"Thank you! Do you write?"
"Nah," he said. "Not really."
"Fox!" I heard my friends calling.
"I'd better go: sorry," I said, sighing.
"It's alright, see you at lunch then, at noon, by the fountain?"
"Okay, see you!" I waved as I ran over to my best friend, Elena Yudina en Carnacione.
"Wow!" She mumbled at me. "Squid asked you to lunch?"
"Yeah..." I looked at her, at her startled face. "Why? What's the big deal?"
"Squid Smith! Alan Smith! S-A Smith asked you to eat lunch with him?"
"Yep, that's about right."
"Oh, my God, Fox! Seriously! He's so hot!"
I rolled my eyes. "Now, he's very kind."
"Duh!"
Then, out of nowhere, Chrystii Umane approached us. "Hello, girls," she said, showing off, trying to act tall, whenI stood at least a good four inches taller than most girls. "I just heard from a reliable source" -gossip and eavesdropping- "that Alan asked you out."
"Yeah," I replied hotly. "Gotta problemo?"
"Yeah, I do!" she snapped. "He's mine. I've claimed him. He's my boyfriend."
"Well, I don't think so, brat," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Squee-ee-ii-dd!" she shouted. I shivered. It creeped me out the way she'd called him.
"Yeah?" he asked, coming over. He saw me and Elena and grinned, causing Elena to squeal with delightment.
"Are you my boyfriend?" she demanded.
"What the hell?" he scoffed at her, backing away from her, closer to Elena and me. "Hell no! What's your problem, Chyrstii? When I said 'Sorry' when I bumped into you, well, um, I didn't mean I was asking you out..." he gulped. "Actually, I... hate you!" He laughed at her.
"Ugh," she cried, and started sobbing. What a Drama Queen, I thought as tears ran down her face. She picked up her piece (cellphone) and forwarded this to everyone: "You guys, Squid's officially off the worthy guys list! He so, lyke, just broke up with me! Can you believe it? Call me."
Squid started walking off to library, for first break, and I sauntered after him, followed by Elena. "Hey!" I called.
He turned around, grinning. "Did you like that little shin-dig?" he asked.
"Hell, yeah, man," I replied, smirking. "That takes some serious guts, dude, and sure as sh*t you've got them."
"Thanks," he called back. "Well, I'll se you at lunch."
I turned back around to Elena, biting my pen. "So...how's your day been?"