Sorry it took so long to update. I had a small writers block...but I have some good ideas coming up!
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It was dreadful Monday, and Sara, Ryan, and I were sitting together in study hall. "Sara! Dawson is here! Oh my god, he is so hot!" I giggled, fanning my flushed face.
"Elizabeth." Mr. Cook boomed while taking roll. "Here!" I exclaimed, jabbing my hand in the air.
Sara laughed, "Yeah, his smile gets me every time." We grabbed each other's hands and squealed.
"Girls!" Mr. Cook shouted.
"Oh, sorry." I apologized, letting go of her hands. Ryan put his head on his desk and laughed out loud. I saw Dawson laughing too, the only difference was he didn't know we were freaking out because of him.
Then I looked at Ryan. He smiled at me and rolled his eyes as he shook his head.
Wow, I thought, His hair looks awesome! And his teeth are verrry white today. "Oh my God!" I screamed. Was I really thinking that about... Ryan??
"Ms. Harp, one more outburst from you and it's off to detention!" Mr. Cook yelled, jabbing his finger toward the door.
I raised my hand to my forehead, army style, and said "Yes sir!" in a stern voice. After Mr. Cook had his back turned, I leaned over to Sara and whispered "He yelled louder than me, he is the one that needs detention!"
Sara burst out laughing. Mr. Cook cleared his throat and glared at her, "The same goes for you Ms. Green!"
I looked back at Ryan and smiled. He was leaned over a piece of notebook paper, sketching a girl with flowers in her hair. This was one of the times I need my mom. I could ask her if i should go for it with Ryan, or would that just ruin our friendship? My mom always knew what to do. Unfortunately, both of my parents were killed in a tragic car crash about three years ago.
I sighed and pulled my unfinished history homework out of my messenger bag.
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"Sara, what's number six?" I whispered. We were sitting in second hour, math.
"Eleven" She whispered back. I quickly scribbled down the answers to the rest of the pop quiz and turned it into the teacher, Mrs. Hanks. A few minutes later, when the class was done with their quizzes, Mrs. hanks called out our scores.
"Tanner, 62; Kelley, 82; Hannah, 90; Peter, 98; Blake, 84; Laura, 100; Sara, 100; Elizabeth, 97;..." I jotted down my test score in my agenda as Mrs. Hanks finished calling out the scores.
I glanced at the clock, only three minutes until i get to see Ryan. I bounced in my chair impatiently, pretending to read my book. I read a few words and looked at the clock again, bouncing a little higher.
"What's wrong with you, ya gotta' pee or something?" Sara asked
"NO, I wanna get out of this stupid class. I hate math!" I lied. The second the ball rang, I jumped from my chair and bolted out the door, running into a tall, red-headed boy named Boris. I yelled a quick apology as I ran to my locker, grabbed my books, and ran to my third hour class. I pushed the door open and leaped into the room. I yelled "TA-DA!" as I jumped through the door and landed in front of the whole class. They all burst out laughing as I looked around.
"Whoops, this is the wrong class, huh?" I laughed. "Hey Mrs. Franks. See ya next hour!" I clicked my tounge and winked at her.
Mrs. Franks sighed "Ah, yes. I'm looking forward to it" she said sourly. I gave the class a "miss America" wave and blew a few kisses before shutting the door and sprinting down the hall to the classroom.
I pushed the door open and yelled "TA-DA" as I burst into my class, causing everyone to laugh, again. I smiled as I strolled to my desk beside Ryan.
My teacher, Mr. Martin, chuckled to himself and stood up from his desk. He towered over all of us. He was the tallest teacher in the school, but he was like a big teddy bear. "All right class, get out your notes and get ready to present your current events." He boomed. I slipped my binder from my desk and flipped to where we left off.
"Hey Ryan, what are you doing tonight?" I asked
"Uhh, I was planning on just hanging out at my place. You wanna come over?"
"Heck yes, I do. You silly little boy, I'm always up for some devil worship in your basement!" I said loud enough for the snobby girl that sits close to me, Hannah, to hear. She glared at us and turned away. We burst out laughing.
"So, is Sara coming too, or is just me and you?" Ryan asked.
"I don't care. Whatever you wanna do." I shrugged.
"Um, would it be to weird if it was just us?" He mumbled with his head down.
"OK, Ryan, think about this for a second. You and I met when we were four. We hung out until we were eight, when Sara first moved here. It was 'just us' for four years! I think it will be okay." I said sarcastically.
"Well, that's what I thought too, but I wanted to check with you first."
"Alright class, settle down!" Mr. Martin said.
I looked at Ryan. He winked at me, signaling we would talk more later. I nodded and turned my attention back to Mr. Martin.
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It was after my fifth hour class, and I was walking to my locker, rubbing my head. My friend, Taylor Bennett, ran up and threw his arm around me.
"Hello darling, what's wrong with your head?" He asked. Taylor was from London, and his accent made him ten times cuter than most boys. Taylor had blond, almost white, hair that was short and spiked in random places, giving him that cute "bed head" look. With his bright blue eyes and his white-blond hair, he almost looks albino. If it wasn't for his perfect tan, he would look albino. Instead, he has more of a dangerous look.
"Well, I think I learned too much. I have a small head ache." I groaned and shot him a weak smile.
"Oh, I've got some Tylenol in my locker if you want some."
I smiled again at his cute accent. "Thanks, but I've got some too."
"Oh, alright. I'd better be going. See ya around, doll." Taylor winked and walked away.
Every time Taylor is around, I can't help but smiling. I shook my head and opened my locker. I dug through my messenger bag until I found a small red and blue pill. I poped in into my mouth quickley and swallowed it. Grabbing my messenger bag from my locker, I slammed my locker door closed and made a quick dash for the large, glass double doors at the end of the halllway.