Author Note: Another chapter-yay!
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Phil walked down the hallway towards science class, humming nervously: he had gotten the note back. The note, folded in a neatly, had been calling for him to open it.
Phil gulped, not sure if he could take the suspense much longer.
He'd open it when Chuckie and Tommy were talking about something-or at home when Lillian wasn't there.
Sitting down beside Tommy, he pulled out is text book.
"Whatcha doing?" Tommy asked.
"Um-studying." Phil mumbled, not wanting to talk right now.
Tommy shrugged, twirling his pen until the bell rang where, at long last, the tests would be handled out. Tommy was unable to keep from moaning as he glanced at the first question.
Phil nearly topped his pencil, remembering that he didn't know what he was going to wear for the dance. He hated dressing up. Sighing, he looked at the first question on the test, and then the second: at least this class would be quick.
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Susie was in own place as lunch time came. She had written back to her secret admirer. She knew though, by now, who the person was and found it more than amusing.
"Susie!" Angelic called out.
"What?" Susie asked, meeting face to face with a pile of gray meat. She shuddered: they really needed to improve lunch. She looked over at Angelic who now sat smugly.
"I've gotten TONS of people to ask me out to the dance," Angelic said, waving her hair around. "But I can only choose one."
Susie giggled: she knew for a fact that only two people had asked her out- both who were promptly turned down for one reason or another. At least she had someone to go with to the dance. And, more importantly, someone she liked.
She sighed, thinking about him...
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Chuckie moaned: why was gym so hard? He had fallen over twice already in the first twenty minutes of class.
He fell down again, and this time Tommy was the one who helped him up.
"What's wrong, Chuck-a-roo?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing. It's-it's just...I HATE GYM!" He leaned back against the wall, heaving deep breaths. "At least it's Friday."
Tommy nodded: wow, the week had gone by fast! Tomorrow would be the dance. He sighed, unsure whether he was going to go or not. He wanted to, of course, but was to afraid to ask anyone he liked.
Waving a hand to Chuckie, he ran back to the other side of the gym.
Well, at least he had one more day before tomorrow night...
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Phil walked down the hallway towards science class, humming nervously: he had gotten the note back. The note, folded in a neatly, had been calling for him to open it.
Phil gulped, not sure if he could take the suspense much longer.
He'd open it when Chuckie and Tommy were talking about something-or at home when Lillian wasn't there.
Sitting down beside Tommy, he pulled out is text book.
"Whatcha doing?" Tommy asked.
"Um-studying." Phil mumbled, not wanting to talk right now.
Tommy shrugged, twirling his pen until the bell rang where, at long last, the tests would be handled out. Tommy was unable to keep from moaning as he glanced at the first question.
Phil nearly topped his pencil, remembering that he didn't know what he was going to wear for the dance. He hated dressing up. Sighing, he looked at the first question on the test, and then the second: at least this class would be quick.
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Susie was in own place as lunch time came. She had written back to her secret admirer. She knew though, by now, who the person was and found it more than amusing.
"Susie!" Angelic called out.
"What?" Susie asked, meeting face to face with a pile of gray meat. She shuddered: they really needed to improve lunch. She looked over at Angelic who now sat smugly.
"I've gotten TONS of people to ask me out to the dance," Angelic said, waving her hair around. "But I can only choose one."
Susie giggled: she knew for a fact that only two people had asked her out- both who were promptly turned down for one reason or another. At least she had someone to go with to the dance. And, more importantly, someone she liked.
She sighed, thinking about him...
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Chuckie moaned: why was gym so hard? He had fallen over twice already in the first twenty minutes of class.
He fell down again, and this time Tommy was the one who helped him up.
"What's wrong, Chuck-a-roo?" Tommy asked.
"Nothing. It's-it's just...I HATE GYM!" He leaned back against the wall, heaving deep breaths. "At least it's Friday."
Tommy nodded: wow, the week had gone by fast! Tomorrow would be the dance. He sighed, unsure whether he was going to go or not. He wanted to, of course, but was to afraid to ask anyone he liked.
Waving a hand to Chuckie, he ran back to the other side of the gym.
Well, at least he had one more day before tomorrow night...
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