Got this idea for a story by reading one of my old journals. An actual straight fic for once! :D

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God! Could time move any slower? It was the last time we'd be sitting in this stupid classroom for 2 months. We were going to stay in our last period until the end of the day, but the principal suddenly made us go back to our homerooms.

Everybody settled into their normal spots: nerds in the far left corner towards the door, Goths in the far right corner near the window, normal kids near the teacher desk and well, the popular kids in the center of the room were we belong. Yes, I'm a popular girl. Girls wish they were me and guys wish they could have me. We were discussing makeup and hair tips when May suddenly shrieked.

"What?" I exclaimed, rushing over to my BFF. She was holding her Blackberry tightly in her hand.

"OMG!" May yelled. "You are so lucky!"

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"Check on Twitter."

I whipped out my custom made pink iPhone with my name engraved on it. I quickly tapped the app and scrolled through the millions of other tweets before I reached his:

therealA: K. Everybody invited to my end of skool party, esp. DawnB

My face was full of shock for five seconds before I began shrieking with May as well.

"Girls, settle down!" Out teacher exclaims.

I try to contain my excitement as I comply a reply.

therealA: Thx! I'll b there jst 4 u! ;)

After I sent that, somebody barged into our classroom carrying a huge packet of papers. I caught a glimpse of purple hair before they raced out of the room without a word.

"Well, class, here are the results."

Everybody returned to their seats but we remained where we were. The teachers' never said anything. If they threatened us with detention or something, they'd get fired because my daddy is over the school board. I would be homeschooled but my daddy wanted me to react with kids my age. The teacher (I never bothered to remember their names anyway) was explaining something, but I was having a convo with Ash Ketchum over Twitter. Ash is the star of the football team, basketball team…heck, just every sport there is! I have a massive crush on him. Now that he'd invited me to his party, I felt cooler than I already was. Maybe he would even—

"Hey Dawn, where's your packet?"

I take my eyes away from my phone screen that was now buzzing with hundreds of texts.

"Huh?

"You know. The packet that says if you passed—"

If was dead quiet in the classroom. I looked around. Everybody had a packet but me.

"Dawn, I think you should stay after today."

Cue the bell. Everybody raced out except my friends.

"You guys can go. I'll see you at the party, alright?"

May and the other quickly ran out, whispering among themselves. Sigh, there goes the tweets….

"Dawn, if you didn't receive a packet, you didn't pass the test."

"Obviously."

My teacher's facial expression doesn't change. "Your father graded your test personally."

I bite my tongue. There was only one person in the world I was afraid of. That was my daddy. I loved him and all, but he was seriously scary. He hardly showed anger, but liked a calm approach to everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.

"There are options available for you. A) You can attend summer—"

"No way!" I yell. She physically flinches.

"Um, or B) you can be tutored by one of the schools personal tutors."

"B sounds lovely." I reply, quickly scooping up my phone and purse.

"We'll be sending more info in the mail in the next few days."

"Great." I mutter sarcastically.

"Dawn, I'm seriously disappointed in you."

My dad was peering over at me from the top of his newspaper. See, my dad, Derek Berlitz, was not a person to just defy. Like I said earlier, he never got mad, or, upset. He was just like a robot.

"I honestly thought you'd do better."

I couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not. So I combated with my own sarcasm.

"So did I."

Silence. I take this opportunity to hint about the party.

"So, daddy, there's this party—"

"You are not going."

My mouth forms a perfect "O" shape.

"But why?" I whine.

"Your test. Like I said earlier, I'm disappointed. However, I heard about your plans. You're going to enlist in some with..a school tutor?"

"Yeah, your problem is?"

"I could've just hired one for you." He remarked, unfazed by my attitude.

"Sometimes, I don't want your money."

That's when I stalked upstairs in a pissed state. No matter what happened, I was going to that party.

Did you enjoy it? The next chapter will have more shippy stuff.