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CHAPTER 2
After successfully destroying my alarm clock, I prepared for another bland day. I would do nothing all day except think about how amazing Jared is. Yup I prepared all right. I picked out those magic jeans, which made it look like I had curves instead of scrawny chicken legs. You know the ones that always seem to get lost in the wash. And I went through all my shirts, until I found the one that morphed my body into something admirable. I wouldn't say model material, but the kind that makes you look like an actual girl, unlike my favorite graphic tees that say suggestive or inappropriate things. Or those ever reproducing band shirts. After attempting a new hair style, and failing I ended up leaving me painfully straight hair in a French braids and threw on a pair of shoes that were comfortable and cute. I grabbed my fully charged cell before I sauntered into the kitchen, and grabbed a pancake as I walked out the door. I took a bite, yum. Wait, what's this? Chocolate chip! Score.
I walked up the street, to meet Jen. We are neighbors and we have always walked together. Plus we're besties! Then again we never had a choice, our mom's work together so they started throwing us together since we were toddlers. Yup, we were close then too, I would bite her dollies and she would draw in my coloring books.
Knock, knock, and knock. That is me, banging on Jen's door as I ponder why the heck she isn't outside!
The door opens "Hi Kim, Jennifer isn't up yet, she's going to go in late. I'm sorry." Jen's father tells me as I try to hide my disgust of seeing him in a bathrobe and boxers.
"Its ok, bye!" I tell him before turning and quickly heading to the path to take a shortcut so I get to school on time. Ok, I can kind of see where the path is but, on the other hand I may lead myself into the middle of Kansas. Whatever, I'll just keep going till I can't. Eventually I'll get there.
After 25 minutes of walking, I am positive of 3 things. My feet hurt. I hate walking. And the forest is confusing as hell. This is me in a forest, tree! Dodge, root… trip! And finally wolf-bear...Ruuuuuun!
Of course I almost forgot to mention the lovely scenery…tree, stump, leaves, tree, tree, tree, dirt, crazy nut throwing squirrel, tree and that's it. Yup, needless to say I am never taking a trail again. Next time I'll just hitchhike.
Okay, safely to school and only 5 minutes late… no detention!
I stared down the empty hallway, should I get my books and be later, or just go to class? Just go to class…
"You're late." All eyes accuse as I step in the room. I did my famous super secret agent move and without anyone noticing I find my seat. When I say this it means I casually walked to my seat, because I'm invisible!
"What the hell?" I mumble aloud while shaking clear my mind as the teacher slaps a pop quiz on my desk. I stared at the paper, hoping that magically the answers will appear. They don't and I quickly jot them down before the bell rings.
After torturing myself in basketball I return to the drone lectures about U.S history in period 3. I am pretty sure that this teacher is secretly in love with chalk. I notice she holds it like it's the most precious thing and I'm pretty sure I've seen her take longing glances at it. Not to mention, how mad she gets if you touch it.
I glanced at the clock, before ripping my once again jaredfied doodles out of my notebook and self-consciously playing with my hair. The bell rings, and I magically zap to my English class. Well, not magically but faster than a speeding bullet. Which reminds me, why do they call it a speeding bullet? Do we really need to specify? No I'm faster than a lightly tossed bullet… (Rolls eyes)
Anyway I find my seat beating the teacher, and everyone else and sit attentively waiting for his too cool strut to his seat.
One person, two persons, three, four, seven, ten…where the heck is Jared?
Is he sick? Hurt? Car accident, wolf attack the common cold, strep? Or worse? Lou Gehrig's or cancer. What if he dies? If I never see him again? Surely I won't go on.
I quickly erase those thoughts as the teacher shoves a stack of papers on my desk. I quickly glance through them and notice we have been assigned a creative work or critical lens essay. I groan before neatly shoving the papers into my notebook.
Somehow I missed the entire lesson, again as the bell rang for 5th period. Before leaving I scanned the board for the due date, and zip out of the room.
I moved to my locker and dislodged my papers and then entered the Lunchroom. I ignored my hunger and just sat in my usual space. I searched the room for Jared, but only found Paul. I groaned, before I forced myself to focus on a discussion with people at my table. They were all good friends with Jen, and I hung out with them. I just never talk with them, they always are nice and invite me along and I always go but, I never talk and they never make me. So yes, I am listening to mix of 'Brad Pitt vs. Leo Dicaprio' and 'Obama vs. Cain'. And neither is very interesting, I say they might as well compare getting stabbed to death vs. getting choked to death.
"Personally I think Hillary and Heath Ledger A/N- I really miss him! ' ( "I cut in.
"Whoa, where the heck did you come from!" A girl named Alyssa exclaimed surprised.
"I've been here for 10 minute!" I cried aloud, as I plummeted my head into my hands groaning. Of course, this is how my life is.
My other classes went on as usual, but my head was stuck worrying about Jared, and the thought that I wouldn't see him for a week and a half over the March break.
Yup that's right; I have about 12 days off for no reason. And to top it off, I have nothing better to do except become one with my couch.
"I'm home!" Jen teased as she stormed in my house without knocking and plopped herself on the couch next to me. Not even hesitating to take the PB & J out of my hand and taking a bite, then handing it back as she chewed with her mouth open. I groaned and supplied her with a very specific finger as I stared at my meal. I ripped it in half and handed the one side to her.
"Are you seriously watching the Little Mermaid again?" Jen complained as she stuffed her face obnoxiously.
"Yes! I happen to like the false hope of a love story Disney movies provide." I argued getting up to grab a drink.
"You're gunna get me a soda right?" Jen called as I grabbed a Gatorade
"Hey how'd that date go with what's his face." I asked as I threw the drink at her.
"Eh, he was eyeing the waitress. Oh which reminds me we are going to his party Saturday night." She mentioned as she changed my movie to re-runs of that 70's show.
"I am not going." I stated.
"Well, Paul's going so; your little friend will probably be there." She enticed as I scowled.
"Sooo, Jared will never notice me, and who's to say if he will go or not." I argued as I stared at the television.
"You know one of these days you're going to have to talk to him." She told me.
"I could talk to Paul." Jen said.
"No way! He doesn't want to talk to me, and Paul will just laugh." I cried aloud.
"Kim, you're pretty, fun, and smart. You're totally his type. Besides he doesn't even have a girlfriend!" She argued.
"Come on, I am short, awkward, and boring. Why would he want me?" I groaned.
"Kim if you don't say something to him I will make you." She threatened. I sighed.
"Fine." I agreed.
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