"And thats how Einstien became such a great scientist!" Mrs.Dove says, my history and science teacher says. I yawn, one of the several people who did so. My friend, Tracy, leans over to whisper in my ear,"At least we have no homework over this, or I would say it was a waste of time. and I cant belive you looked actually interested, Tasha!" she adds sarcastically. I grin and nod, we never do have homework in here ebcause Mrs.Dove usually forgets.
Soon the bell rings, allowing us to leave this piriod. I stand up and collect my books, Tracy doing so beside me. "So, Tasha, are you going to ask Tim out yet? I know how much you like him!" She giggles as I feel my cheeks turn red. I always had a big crush on Tim, ever scence the third grade. I could picture him, a blonde angel, going out with me, a black-haired freak. He had the most beautiful blue eyes...
"well, Tasha?" Tracys words interupt my thoughts. I shake myself metally "uh...Ill wait....really...." I was always shy about asking some guy out, expecially Tim. She rolls her eyes "youre probably waiting to turn into a anime character off that show...whats it called, Dragon Balls?" I roll my eyes "Dragon Ball Z" I correct her. I may not be a whole TV fanatic, but I always manage to get home to watch Dragon Ball Z.
We walk out together, heading toward the bathroom. Tracy grins "you should really get over that show, Tasha. Its scrambling yuor mind" I laugh slightly "No it isnt!" Tracy rolls her eyes "yea......what about that time were you ran around school with a blonde wig on saying you were a Super Sayin?" I laugh "that was a long time ago! I wouldnt do that now, that Im in high school!" Tracy laughs, too,"how can you be sure?" Soon we step into the bathroom and gaze into the mirrors, digging through our purses to redo our makeup.
I gaze into the mirror, looking at my pale face. I happen to be one of those types of girls that, no matter how much blush I use, my face reamains pale. I also have straight, black hair that I cant do anyhting with. I cant curl it, its just too straight and limp. One other thing to describe myself is that Im a toothpick. I have some problems with my stomache, making it so that no matter how much i eat, i remain skinny.
I open my purse and take out some blood-red lipstick. I start to smear it on my lips when the bell rings again.
Tracy blinks, in the middle of putting on some blush "But the bell isnt supposed to ring for another five minutes!" She says, looking confused. I walks over to the door and gaze out to see what was going on. The bell rings again and I sigh "someone mustve pulled the fire alarm...." I shake my head and walks back over to my mirror, continueing to put my lipstick on. Tracy grins and puts her blush up "if we hurry, we can leave and say that there was a fire so we have a reason to leave!" I grin and grabs my stuff then pull on her arm "then lets go! I dont want to stay here any longer!" She smiles and grabs her stuff too, just when the bell rings again. We laugh as we run out into the hall and down toward the exit, running out. Our houses were just down the way, so all we had to do was run home.
Soon the bell rings, allowing us to leave this piriod. I stand up and collect my books, Tracy doing so beside me. "So, Tasha, are you going to ask Tim out yet? I know how much you like him!" She giggles as I feel my cheeks turn red. I always had a big crush on Tim, ever scence the third grade. I could picture him, a blonde angel, going out with me, a black-haired freak. He had the most beautiful blue eyes...
"well, Tasha?" Tracys words interupt my thoughts. I shake myself metally "uh...Ill wait....really...." I was always shy about asking some guy out, expecially Tim. She rolls her eyes "youre probably waiting to turn into a anime character off that show...whats it called, Dragon Balls?" I roll my eyes "Dragon Ball Z" I correct her. I may not be a whole TV fanatic, but I always manage to get home to watch Dragon Ball Z.
We walk out together, heading toward the bathroom. Tracy grins "you should really get over that show, Tasha. Its scrambling yuor mind" I laugh slightly "No it isnt!" Tracy rolls her eyes "yea......what about that time were you ran around school with a blonde wig on saying you were a Super Sayin?" I laugh "that was a long time ago! I wouldnt do that now, that Im in high school!" Tracy laughs, too,"how can you be sure?" Soon we step into the bathroom and gaze into the mirrors, digging through our purses to redo our makeup.
I gaze into the mirror, looking at my pale face. I happen to be one of those types of girls that, no matter how much blush I use, my face reamains pale. I also have straight, black hair that I cant do anyhting with. I cant curl it, its just too straight and limp. One other thing to describe myself is that Im a toothpick. I have some problems with my stomache, making it so that no matter how much i eat, i remain skinny.
I open my purse and take out some blood-red lipstick. I start to smear it on my lips when the bell rings again.
Tracy blinks, in the middle of putting on some blush "But the bell isnt supposed to ring for another five minutes!" She says, looking confused. I walks over to the door and gaze out to see what was going on. The bell rings again and I sigh "someone mustve pulled the fire alarm...." I shake my head and walks back over to my mirror, continueing to put my lipstick on. Tracy grins and puts her blush up "if we hurry, we can leave and say that there was a fire so we have a reason to leave!" I grin and grabs my stuff then pull on her arm "then lets go! I dont want to stay here any longer!" She smiles and grabs her stuff too, just when the bell rings again. We laugh as we run out into the hall and down toward the exit, running out. Our houses were just down the way, so all we had to do was run home.