Hey y'all. I am so completely sorry for not updating sooner, but I have a logicall explanation. I had six projects to work on at one time, I've been really confused with something, and on top of all that, some of my friends are driving me out of my mind. Plus my dad's gone for a month so I can't ask him for math homework help. REALLY CONFUSING STUFF!
Chapter 4
Logan and I raced toward the cafeteria. I was in the lead. We reached the doors and both placed our hands on the doors at the exact same time. "I won," Logan said with a smile.
"You did not, I so totally won," I said as we walked through the doors. I walked though two more doors and faced a lady with short gray hair. "Hi, Mrs. Tumble, this is Logan. He's new here."
"Hi, Logan. Listen, Rae, do you wanna make meatloaf?"
"Mrs. Tumble, every kid in this school is afraid of the meatloaf. How 'bout spaghetti? Then for desert we can make brownies."
"All right. Logan, would you like to help?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Logan ran over to where I was as Mrs. Tumble started the brownies.
Soon, we had made the sauce and I was pouring the now hot, soft spaghetti into the tub where the lunch lady served. A beeping signaled off in the background saying the garlic bread was done. Logan came over beside me and slid the tray next to the spaghetti.
"I think it looks delicious," he said. He smiled what seemed like a love struck smile and my eyes caught a glimpse of a small tooth sticking out on the left side of his mouth. I looked away as I heard the doors to the cafeteria open and students lining up for food.
I began serving when a boy passed and dog whistled. "Keep it up, Troy, and you won't be getting any food."
"Boy, Rae, you gotta live a little on the wild side."
"Is that the side your on? The side with no brain?"
Troy frowned and walked away.
"Boy, do you get that from a lot of boys?" Logan asked me.
"Yeah, but you get used to it."
I served for half of the time until Mrs. Tumble said I could finally have dinner. That was the one thing I hated about cooking dinner. You get less dinner time.
I sat down next to Monique and Kori and dug in.
"Rae, I love the spaghetti," Kori said with a smile.
"Thanks."
"Hey, how would you like to come over after dinner to my dorm?"
"Okay."
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After dinner was over I arrived at Kori's like I promised. I knocked on the door and I heard a muffled yell saying, "Hold on, I'm coming!" I stepped aside as the door opened. Kori smiled. "Hey, Rae, come in."
I stepped inside and was welcomed by Dick sitting on Kori's bed. "Hey, how's it going?" He asked me.
"Good," was my simple reply.
"Dick, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Kori said.
"Okay, see you, Star."
As soon as Dick shut the door behind him I asked, "Did he just call you Star?"
"Oh, he calls me a lot of things; Star, Angel…" She seemed really nervous and flustered.
"Um…okay. So you wanted to see me?"
"Oh, right. Um…I was wondering if you could help me come up with an idea for that story that's due in two days."
"Oh, um…" I paused. "Truth be told, I don't even have an idea for my own story. Sorry."
"Oh, that's okay. Um…I'll see you around, okay?"
"Okay."
I exited her room and into mine.
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That night I sat on my top bunk, my laptop opened to Microsoft Word, with a blank page in front of me. "This is ridiculous!"
"What?" Monique asked. Bridgett had gone out on a date.
"This story for English. It's due in two days and I haven't even came up with a subject or plot or anything!"
"How about you write about the team?"
"What team?"
"The Teen Titans."
"No, Mr. Scall will say it's not creative enough."
"Well, I don't know what to tell you."
I sat there wondering what I should do for my story when it struck me hard in the head.
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Wow, that took a long time. I'll try superhard to update quickly. Oh and for people who are slow, the last sentence, she didn't get hit in the head, the idea hit her in the head. The next chapter will be part of her story.