Hey, guys! The next chapter of Greenhaven Academy will be out soon. For now, enjoy this short I wrote for a vocab assignment in eighth grade - I don't even know why I still have this - featuring some of my O.C.s from my other story (which I will rewrite and finish once Greenhaven Academy is done), Stuck in the Middle.


I slouched in my chair, bored out of my mind as my social studies teacher talked about the Constitutional Convention.

"…Came up with the Virginia Plan…" When I heard the word "Virginia", I thought of a friend from camp who lives in Virginia. That reminded me of Carolina, the girl who liked to annoy him, nonchalantly call him Lindsay Lohan, which really got him mad. The words "Lindsay Lohan" reminded me that the 10th anniversary of Mean Girls was the previous week, and that it was Wednesday. I then realized that I was wearing pink. It also reminded me that my gay best friend was probably sassing his way through class right now, not even caring about everyone else. The word caring brought me back to reality, as I saw my teacher glaring at me.

Whoops.

I am the least scatterbrained individual I know, I thought sarcastically.

BRRRRINNNG. The annoyingly bell rang loud enough for me to swear that it was in my ear.

"Hey, Liz!" I heard my friend, Jane, yell.

"Hey, girl! What's up?" I asked, the way that most "normal" (The correct word is actually "annoying".) people do.

"Math is so boring. I don't understand any of it!"

"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step," I sagely responded.

"What?" my confused best friend asked.

"Do your homework, then study. Take it one step at a time so you don't fail."

How do I do that?"

"Well, first you actually take your math binder out of your backpack." I know that she doesn't do any of her homework. She thinks none of us know, but we all know.

"Ok, but-"

"I'll help you study." I offered.

"But I don't want to." She whined.

I knew what I had to do.

"I'll bring candy."

"DEAL!"


The camp thing is actually true. That kid was like freaking Hawkeye, I swear. She would call him Lindsey Lohan just to upset him, so on her last day, he dumped an ice pop on her head.

I really should text him. :/