Tim has dark brown hair and blue eyes. He's a little short for his age, and wears glasses. A lot of people usually pick on Tim because he is shorter and smaller than them, but me and Joey always stand up for him. Tim is really creative and always gets first prize in science fairs. Tim is smart. He is 15 like me and Joey, but he is in one grade higher than both of us. Tim always stammers around me, I have no idea why. He doesn't stammer around other people though.
Joey is tough, likes skateboarding and usually mumbles instead of talking properly. He has jet black hair and is quite cute, and is still a little boy at heart. Joey has the best track time in Physical Ed., is the tallest of us three and is the star of our school's football team, and he plays in the state team. Joey is really popular, because of his athletic spirit. The only reason he hangs out with us was because the 3 of us met when we were all babies, because our mothers were neighbors and best friends.
The adventure that I'm about to tell you started in school.
-At Lunchtime-
"Bbbbrrrrr!!" I mumbled as I trodded through the wet grass in the football fields of my school with Joey on a cold, rainy day. "Why didn't I listen to my mom and wear my sweater?" I said, to no one in particular. "I dunno" was the reply from Joey. "I'm bored...and cold," I said. "Let's just go find Tim, maybe he can think of something to do." "Okay."
We found Tim stuffing some books into his locker. "Hey Tim!" I yelled, from the other side of the hall. Joey slammed the locker door while his index finger was still in it. His face twisted in pain, then turned a little red. I ran to him, looked at his finger, then his face, and then asked: "Wow, are you okay?" "N-no-not really..." Tim stuttered, then his face turned back to normal.
As we walked to our next class, which was drama, someone shouted to me.
"Hey Ann!"
A tall, handsome guy with blonde hair and blue eyes ran up to me. He was my boyfriend.
"Hi Jack, what's up?" I said.
"Valentine's Day is tomorrow, want to go to the dance with me?" Jack asked.
"Sure."
"Okay then, see you at lunch!" Jack yelled as he ran off to his next class.
-In drama class-
I was talking to Joey and Tim about the valentines dance when the teacher called on me, but I didn't hear her.
"Ann Royd!"
I continued talking to Joey and Tim when I noticed they were looking behind me. I turned around, only to find the teacher standing there, and looking at me angrily.
"SLAMMMM!!" went the door as I marched outside angrily, on the teacher's order.
She always picks on me. Every, stupid, single, time. I thought. I fought back the tear in my eye, but to no avail. It rolled down my cheek and fell on the ground. I started crying silently, walking to the bathroom opposite me. I washed my face and dried it.
I then went out, and back into the classroom. When the next person went into the bathroom, she could not get any water out of the tap. It had turned...into ice.
Continued...