God, Geometry sucks. I sighed as the droning voice of my tenth grade
geometry teacher reached my ears. More nonsense about right triangles we
had already learned. Could this get any more boring? Once again, I was
fighting to stay awake.
I doodled lightly on the border of my paper. Let's see, after school I have an editor's meeting for the newspaper, a kickboxing class at 6:00, plus homework. the same as last night. Piper had asked me once if I felt that there should be something more to life. At times like this, I knew there had to be something more. Prue had gone to college and finally gotten away from here. Was that when real life started?
A knock came from the classroom door, and the principle stepped in. Finally, a break from the droning. "Good morning, Mr. Gould," the principle greeted our teacher. "I have a new student for you."
Great, I thought. Probably another freshman to cause trouble. All negative thoughts stopped as an amazingly handsome young man- my age from the looks- stepped into the room. He had short, dirty blonde hair and a smile that melted my heart. He talked to the teacher for a short while, then took a seat in the front and to the right of mine. The rest of the class was spent daydreaming into the back of his head. Finally, the bell rang and we shuffled out the door. Standing right outside, looking confusedly at his schedule, was the new boy. I took a deep breath and stepped up to him.
"I'm Phoebe Halliwell. Need help?"
He looked up and smiled. "I'm Cole Turner." He replied, handing me his schedule. "Can you read this?"
I glanced at his schedule and gasped in surprise. A smile crept across my face.
His schedule was identical to mine.
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I doodled lightly on the border of my paper. Let's see, after school I have an editor's meeting for the newspaper, a kickboxing class at 6:00, plus homework. the same as last night. Piper had asked me once if I felt that there should be something more to life. At times like this, I knew there had to be something more. Prue had gone to college and finally gotten away from here. Was that when real life started?
A knock came from the classroom door, and the principle stepped in. Finally, a break from the droning. "Good morning, Mr. Gould," the principle greeted our teacher. "I have a new student for you."
Great, I thought. Probably another freshman to cause trouble. All negative thoughts stopped as an amazingly handsome young man- my age from the looks- stepped into the room. He had short, dirty blonde hair and a smile that melted my heart. He talked to the teacher for a short while, then took a seat in the front and to the right of mine. The rest of the class was spent daydreaming into the back of his head. Finally, the bell rang and we shuffled out the door. Standing right outside, looking confusedly at his schedule, was the new boy. I took a deep breath and stepped up to him.
"I'm Phoebe Halliwell. Need help?"
He looked up and smiled. "I'm Cole Turner." He replied, handing me his schedule. "Can you read this?"
I glanced at his schedule and gasped in surprise. A smile crept across my face.
His schedule was identical to mine.
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