"Dylan, where were the Holy Wars?" Mrs. Laugerhause asked.
"Jeruselum." She answered while she picked her finger. Social studies was the easiest subject ever, and this was the most boring class, considering she learned everything at OCD.
"Good job Dylan. I think you should move up a class. You're work here has been extremely exceptional. How would you like to move up to 8th grade History?" The teacher questioned Dylan.
"Ugh, I don't know. I'll have to talk to my mom. Can I go to the bathroom?" Dylan said.
"Yes of course."
Dylan quickly put her 100 test in her binder and slowly made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she reapplied her lip gloss and made her eyeliner thicker. She combed through her hair a few times with her fingers, and wandered through the hallway.
Just as she made her way back into the classroom, the bell went off. Dylan rushed to get her books, but fell. She quickly got up, to save herself the embarrasement, she laughed.
"Do you need help?" The boy who sits in front of her asked. He smiled. Dylan smiled. "Yeah sure." Dylan grinned.
He held out his hand for her. She reached up and held it. His hand was soft and warm. "I'm Jake." He said.
"I'm Dylan." She introduced herself.
sry for the short chapter. pce out C: