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Tuesday
I am currently sitting in English playing with the binder on my folder while my teacher tries to explain something to the class. What that is; I'm really not sure.
My fellow classmates are in the midst of either loud conversations or not paying attention. This teacher really has no control.
"Excuse Me!" she abruptly raises her voice, "Did I give you an invitation to talk?"
Oh so you need an invitation now, what happened to good old fashioned raising your hand? Hmm, Guess I don't need to worry about that anyway.
"Hey, do you have a pen I could borrow?"
Wow. It amazes me that we are sitting in a school yet these people I'm supposed to call my peers can't even bring a pen to class.
"Uh, hello?"
Wait is he talking to me?
I look up and see Jasper Whitlock staring straight at me, my breathing picks up slightly and my throats constricts.
He has wavy, dirty blonde hair along with a pair of ocean blue eyes that sparkle. He moved here from Texas when he was ten so he speaks with a hint of a southern drawl that makes the girls swoon. Too bad he is already taken by Alice Brandon and is a part of the exclusive 'popular group'.
I've imagined a situation like this before.
In my little fantasy I reply back, we get to talking and eventually develop a beautiful friendship and frolic in a field of daisies.
Unfortunately I'm sitting here gaping and Jasper is looking at me like I'm an idiot.
I hastily grab a spare pen and hesitantly pass it to Jasper.
"Thanks" he replies "So, are you new to town?"
No Jasper, I've only been in your class since fourth grade.
I look down and shake my head while he starts to copy down notes from the board.
I hate my life.