Chapter Five: The Center of the World

A/N: Thanks everyone, for your reviews! It's great to see how positive your comments are and I hope you like this chapter! =D

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Wednesday, December 10, History

Someone sent me a love letter today.

Well, more like a love poem but same thing.

Who would send me a love letter…poem?

Michael Moscovitz, receiving a love poem from a girl.

Or, it could possibly be a guy. But, I'd rather not think about some guy being in love with me.

So, the real question is: Who is it? Who put this poem in my locker?

It's a simple poem, really. Not too well-written either, if I do say so myself.

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

You may not know it

But someone loves you.

Well, someone loves me. I didn't recognize the handwriting and, for a fraction of a second before really inspecting the writing, I thought it might even be…No, it would never be Mia.

And so, I was opening my locker before World History when I saw this card, a picture of a strawberry dripping with chocolate on the outside. My eyebrows raised as I opened the card and read the short, but informative, poem.

This is just too weird.

Wednesday, December 10, Chemistry, 9:45 a.m.

Am I going to take part in the walkout?

Of course not.

"Hey, Michael," hissed Paul, one of my friends from the Computer Club. He was also my chem partner (quite luckily, I had gotten Paul to be my partner before Judith could ask me). I turned my head to see what he wanted. "Are you going to walk out with your sister?" I nearly scoffed but instead shook my head and resumed working.

Wednesday, December 10, English Lit

Is it a coincidence that a fire drill was scheduled at the exact time that Lilly was planning to walk out?

You know, it really sucks standing in the middle of the street, the wind blowing hard, wearing no jacket, and rain pouring down. I noticed Mia sitting under some scaffolding, writing in a book. A journal, maybe. Yet another thing we have in common: we both have journals. I wonder what she writes about?

Her evil grandmother, the dowager princess? Lilly's weird ways? Mr. G and her mom…Me?

Yeah, I wish. Plus, if she does write about me, it's probably something like, 'I can't believe how unbelievably nerdy Michael is. I mean, it's so obvious he's in love with me that it's pathetic.'

Aren't we the optimistic one?

English class at AEHS should be renamed Literature. Seriously. All we ever do is read books, discuss them a bit, and write papers. Kind of like those book reports you do in elementary school. Except for the fact that my class is made up of seniors. Very immature seniors, at that.

"Now, everyone, what were your favorite books as children?" asked Mrs. Castelli (who insists on being called Sharon). She is considered by everyone to be the weirdest teacher at AEHS. She is a free spirit and often plays Indian music while the class reads. Some guy from my math class raised his hand along with Judith, Trevor (who's this guy from the marching band), and Gwen (who happens to be a cheerleader and is one of Josh Richter's ex-girlfriends…what senior female isn't? That's why he moved on to freshmen, after all).

"Yes, Gwen?" Sharon said airily, a dreamy smile on her face.

"Well, like, um, I always thought Sleeping Beauty was, like, good," Gwen said, saying "like" incessantly. "Because, like, she's pretty and she gets the hot Prince Charming guy at the end."

"Erm, thank you, Gwen, for that interesting assessment," Sharon said, looking how I felt: confused. "And Trevor?"

"The Hatchet was always cool, I thought," Trevor said.

"Care to elaborate, Trevor?" Sharon asked, her bulbous eyes widening.

"Um, no."

"Judith, how about you? Please enlighten us."

"I always used to read Little Women a lot. I always found myself being most like Jo. She was so strong-willed and determined and wasn't so…girly. I used to be a tomboy back when I was six," Judith said freely, smiling.

"You read Little Women when you were six?" said Faye Donough.

"No…of course not. I read it when I was four," Judith said, a small smirk on her face. I scoffed loudly at this and Judith proceeded to give me what she probably considers a 'sexy' smile. I turned away, my eyes rolling.

Kill me now.

Wednesday, December 10, French

Why must I continue to be tortured in G & T?

First, Judith comes to every class so we can "work on the computer program." And now, Mrs. Hill had the supply closest door taken off so we couldn't lock Boris in there anymore. Now we are forced to listen to him play his horrendous music. Not to say that he's bad or anything. On the contrary, he has even played at Carnegie Hall numerous times. But he really needs to choose better songs to play.

I need to stop working. Instead of riding in Mia's limo every morning with her, Lily, and Lars, I now take the subway to school early every morning just to work on the computer program for the Winter Carnival. Thank God that Judith never comes with me.

Oh, I have to go. Ms. McGully is having a fit over something.

Pork buns?

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A/N: Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the others ones. I really just want to get on to the next chapter and I promise that it'll be longer than this one. Please review! =)