Why is it that half the eighth grade is calling me by my last name ? It's always, Breezy this, and Breezy that! And the other half is always, Ericka this, and Ericka that!

Like, listen other half, my name ain't just Breezy. Y'all ware it out if y'all keep calling me that all the time. My name is E to the R to the I to the C-K-A. Ericka. And then Breezy.

Is it cause y'all can't pronounce it ? It's easy! It's Air-Re-Ka. Ericka. There! Now quit calling me from my last name, half of the eighth grade !

Got it ? Omagurd. And thank y'all other half for not wearing out my last name.

Enjoy! :)

~Please don't call me from my last name Ericka. :)

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We were in health class, and you can guess what the subject was- human growth and development, aka, sex-Ed. I was standing in front of the teachers desk, sharpening my pencil, while the teacher, Mrs. Hope, was yelling at the class about

how your supposed to have sex until after your married.

"Don't have sex until your married, and that's it! I don't care how cute they are!" Mrs. Hope exclaimed, looking at me.

When I saw the class looking at me, I turned to see her looking dead at me. "Don't give me that look, Holliday! You know what I'm saying!" She exclaimed at me.

"Why are you looking at me?! It wasn't even that much of my fault! Blame my emotions! It was just that, you know, he's just so cute!" I gushed. Dylan beamed at me from his seat. "Thanks, babe!" He told me. "Ah, ah, ah! Didn't you just hear what I said? I don't care how cute they are! You always say that's your reason why. And it's not a good one!" Mrs. Hope said to me. "But you have kids" Dylan said. "But I'm married!" Mrs. Hope said, holding up her left hand with her wedding ring.

"After your married, go ahead! Have a blast! Do it everyday for all you want. But as long as your married" Mrs. Hope said. I went back to my seat, in the back of course, and sat down. "Now you know what happens when your emotions get the best of you? Because you know, he's just so cute!" She said, mocking me. "And you hook up, and the next morning, you puke!" Mrs. Hope said, looking at me again.

"In my defense, I didn't puke" I said. "You didn't even know you were pregnant" Cole said. "But you had sex, right?" Mrs. Hope asked. "No" I lied. "O-oh, really? Then where on earth did the media get Cloe and Zoey Sprouse from?" Mrs. Hope asked. "Oh, there my twin daughters. There so cute!" I gushed.

"And you didn't have sex" Mrs. Hope said. "Oh 20 piece McNugget combo" I said, waving my hand. "What?" Dylan asked. "I'm craving a 20 piece combo from McDonald's, so.." I told him. "Um.. Okay?" Austin said.

"I don't really like waiting. You know why?" Dylan asked Mrs. Hope. "Why?" She asked. "Cause my name's Dylan" Dylan said. I laughed. "Okay. That's also not a good reason" Mrs. Hope said. "I think it might be worse than Stacy's. Okay, class. Dylan officially has the worse reason of non-marrige sex" She told everyone.

"What did he say?" Candice asked. "Because his name's Dylan" Mrs. Hope said. "Oh, that is worse then mine. I just noticed that" I said.

...

At lunch, Cole and Candice were basically eating each other's face off, while the rest of us were trying not to throw up. After their so-called "kiss" escalated, I had it.

"Um, not to be rude here, but I'm trying to eat" Monica said. They responded with just more moaning and all that shit. I just started acting like I was dying, and chocking. They broke apart when they heard me.

"Oh shut up, Stacy" Cole said laughing. "Uh, Stacy, your being a bit of a jerk face and a drama queen" Candice said. That just made me laugh. "Drama queen? Jerk face? Okay, the whole jerk face thing was a little hurtful. But, okay yea I'm a drama queen. But you didn't have to kiss like that!" I exclaimed.

"But you and Dylan kiss like that!" Cole whined. "No we don't" I said. "Yea we do" Dylan said. "My ninja" I said. "What about Kelsiee's party?" Abby asked.

Oh yea. That was awesome.

"Oh yea" I said. "I made her happy that day" Dylan said. "Oh shut up" I joked. The lunch bell rung, and we left to math.

When we walked inside, we started on our work, but were us, so of course we weren't really doing it. And Mr. Chase basically doesn't care. Not exactly, but kind of. Dylan and Cole started arguing for something, but no one really knew what it was about.

Cole said something about a cookoo rat.

"If you want to be a cookoo rat, then you don't get to talk" Dylan said.

I was on the floor, bending over laughing. "Okay, Sprouse and Sprouse, I don't even know what happened, but stop it, because your killing Stacy" Mr. Chase said, who was also laughing. "And me" He added. It wasn't just what Dylan said that's making me hyperventilate right now, it's also how he said the last part, like I can't even describe it.

"I said your a cookoo rat" Cole said. Dylan gasped. "Mr. Chase! Cole just called me a cookoo rat!" Dylan snitched. Which made everyone laugh harder. I was now kicking and punching the floor, trying to control the laugher. Mr. Chase's head leaned back on his chair as he laughed harder. "Dylan, how am I supposed to get him in trouble if I don't even know what a cookoo rat is?" Mr. Chase asked.

"It's a crazy rat!" Dylan said. Everyone was pretty much that much closer to dying of laughter. "Okay, let's stop all this laughing. Do you have the work from last night?" Mr. Chase asked. "Yes" some people said. "All the questions?" Mr. Chase asked. "We did it, Mr. Chase. You know why? Cause we're not ducks, were geese" Dylan said.

Everyone started laughing again. "What?" I asked. "Okay then" Mr. Chase laughed. Just then, the power went out. It was dark, and since air conditioning has power, it shut off too, making the classroom hot. "Okay.. I guess we can't do anything today" Mr. Chase said.

Everyone started complaining about the heat, and the fact that people were using phones, and blabbing, it was making it hotter.

"Can I take my shirt off?" Dylan asked after about 9 minutes. "No" Mr. Chase said. "Why?" Dylan whined. "Because of I let you, everyone else would be taking their shirt off" Mr. Chase said. "I won't be, cause you don't wear bras with shirts like this" I said. I had a light pink sleeveless shirt on.

"Stacy, I didn't need to know that" Mr. Chase said, chuckling. "I know, but I has to say it, cause you were saying that everyone would be taking their shirt off, and if I won't be, then it's not everyone. And no one can do anything to me! I can fight! Ask Naomi! And Dylan's here, too" I said.

"Did you just say ask Naomi?" Cole asked. "Uh, yea! She can tell you from personal experience! I beat that girl! Sharkisha style!" I said. "Oh yea. There was a time when you and her were always fighting. And now you barley see each other" Kelsiee said.

"No, we see each other. I just ignore her" I said. "Why?" Dylan asked. "Cause I don't want to clean the danm attic! It's dirdayer then it looks!" I exclaimed. "Why?" Dylan asked. "Because it's so dirday, that when I clean it and go back, it's like a fucking dust storm made 18,000 rounds in there at once!" I said. "Why?" Dylan asked. "Because it's the attic, dumbass! It's always ganna be dirday!" I exclaimed.

"Why?"

"Because. Now shut up" I said. "Dyyyyyllllaaannn!" I whined after. He turned around and looked at me. "I'm hooooott" I said. "I know. That's one of the reasons I'm dating you" He said. "Not that hot, you idiot! I need water!" I whined. "Okay?" He said/asked.

"Don't just sit there! Get me some water!" I demanded. "W-what do you want me to do?! Wave a wand and magically make a bottle of cold water appear?!" He exclaimed. I saw a bottle of water in his bag. And it was foggy, who it was cold. "No, Stacy! That's for me!" He whined. I lunged for it, and the next thing I knew, I was in a mini-tousle with Dylan.

"No!" He whined. "Yes!" I whined back. I got it, and held it up, only for Dylan to snatch it from my hand. "Ha!" He said, and started to run away, but I ran after on him, and jumped on his back.

For the next 2 minutes, I was still on his back, wrestling him, trying to get the water, and Dylan tripped on something, and fell down. "Mr. Chase! Dylcy's fighting!" Tammy exclaimed. When she said that, the whole class, including Mr. Chase, actually came up and formed a circle around us, watching the cutest couple in the school fighting over a bottle of water.

"No! This is mine! Get your own!" Dylan whined. "I can't! There's no power, so the vending machines aren't working!" I exclaimed. "Oh well! I need water, too! I'm not going to die in this heat! Sorry not sorry!" Dylan said. "Your so selfish! I would give mine to you if our tables were turned!" I whined.

"No you wouldn't!" The whole class, yes, even Mr. Chase said in unison. "Oh shut up!" I screamed back at them.

"Dylan! Please! I'm dying slowly!" I whined. "So am I!" He said. "But you don't care!" He added. "What would make you think I don't care?" I asked. "Look at yourself. You actually fighting me for water, and if I give it to you, I wont have any" Dylan said.

"I'm not fighting you, we're having a tousle" I said. "We're fighting" He said. "Tousle" I said. "Fighting" Dylan said, with a hint of annoyance. "Tousle!" I snapped.

"Are you guys actually fighting over if your having a fight?!" Austin exclaimed. "Dylan!" I exclaimed. He looked at me. "Do you want me to pay you? I have about 30 dollars right now" I said. He sat up, making me fall back, since I was on top of him.

"Give" Dylan said, holding out his hand. "How much?" I asked. "10" Dylan said. I put a 10 dollar bill on his hand. He took it, and gave me the water. "You just sold your soul to the devil" Someone said. I stood up, to look at two girls. "Who said that?!" I snapped.

One of them pointed to the one on the left. "Oh, I'll show you devil" I said, and grabbed the closet thing to me to throw at her- a steel vase. I took it up, and started to run to her, but Dylan pulled me back, while Mr. Chase took the base from my hands.

"Remember what I said in the start of the year? We always control our anger, and use our words" Mr. Chase said. "Use my words?! This is high school, not Dora the Explorer!" I exclaimed. I heard a cracking sound, and turned to see Dylan with another water bottle. He couldn't have took the one he gave me, that was on the floor.

"You had 2 water bottles and didn't even want to give one to me?! And I'm the selfish one! What nerve!" I exclaimed. "Uh, I just found this" Dylan lied. "Oh yea. Just like I killed that girl over there for calling me the devil by smashing her in the head with a steel vase" I said. "You were planning to kill her?" Monica asked, shocked. "How would you like it if someone called you a devil?" I asked her.

She kind of glared at the thought. "I thought so" I said. I turned back to Dylan and glared at him. Everyone else was looking at him too.

"I'm so ashamed. I'm going to go stand in the corner" Dylan said. He actually got up and stood in the corner. Which made everyone laugh. Including me. I walked over to him, and turned him around.

"You don't have to do that, hon" I said between laughs. "Why? I made you mad. Actually I should stand outside in hot sun instead" He said, and started to walk, but I held on to him, and pulled him back. "No, you don't. It's fine." I said. He sighed.

"Sorry" He said. "It's fine, no worries" I said, hugging him. He hugged back.

"AWWWWWWWWW!" The girls said. "Mr. Chase, Dylcy's back together!" Tammy exclaimed. I let go of Dylan. "It's funny how you were also the one who said we were tousling" I said. "Um, we were fighting, babe" Dylan said.

"Oh, Dylan, I agree with anything you say. But we were tousling" I said. We went back to our seats. "Why is it still hot in here?!" I whined.

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I'm sooooooo hungry right now... My little sister ate the last cookie just to get in my nerves cuz I did her homework and she got all the answers wrong when she got it back. And she's in 2nd grade...

Yea, I know it's bad. But in my defense, I didn't expect to remember that anyway.

And btw, the last scene was inspired by a real-life experience, my school actually lost power in the middle of the day for no reason, and the vending machines actually weren't working, and I actually didn't attack someone for water.

Everyone's saying that a animal bit the power line or something. What animal is out in the middle of winter, anyway?! Shouldn't they be hibernating?! It's cold in Pennsylvania. Seriously. There was actually a time this year when we didn't have school for almost a week, and only like 2 days were 2-hour delays.

Wow.

I hope you liked the chapter! I thought it was funny, but I am the author, lmfao 'D