Chapter 3

Guess where I am. Clue # 1, people like going here. Clue # 2, people like this subject and Clue # 3, you eat here. Ding ding ding. You guessed right. Lunch time!

So I was hanging out with my friends: Kristen, Emily, Yazmin and my BFF in the world, Erin Michaels. Then I looked at my little sister's table. Where is she? Oh there she is, with that fake blonde Kylie and that weirdobutt Rodney. Those two girls are the most annoying girls in the world. Trust me. I've been to her table. Just looking at the two of them makes me want to murder them. And then I looked at her, she was staring at another table. The boys' table: Nate, Zach, Josh, Aaron (Erin's twin) and his little brother/Des's dreams Alex.

Just looking at her makes me feel awkward. Really awkward. Really, really awkward. And then everyone started getting up. Wait, getting up, why?

"Phoebe, the bell rang. Come on!" said Erin. Woops, I thought. I grabbed my things and left.

In the car, Des kept shooting me with questions. "Are you close friends with him? Is he nice? Is he a jerk? Please be my wing woman? Should I ask him out? Should you ask him out for me?" It started to annoy me. I mean we talk about boys all the time but not this kind of boy. Not Alex. I just said "you know what, my head hurts. Can we just talk about this later" I said patiently. I turned up the radio and started singing really loud, and the car next to us were a bunch of senior citizens. They were looking at us. Who cares about them? Apparently, we don't. We have a full life to live!

At home, Des and I were practically giggling our way out. We were all bouncy and giggly when we stepped into our house. Mom was waiting for us reading a magazine.

"So how was school?" she said happily.

"Oh mom, It was great, really great" laughed Des as she went up the stairs and into our room.

"Well, Desiree had a good day, did you?" she asked again. I stopped giggling.

"It was pretty awkward. For me"

"boy crushes?"

Suddenly, I felt awkward again. This isn't the type of thing you talk about with your mom. Well, it wasn't my crush but still, this is about crushes. I said "oh.. gotta do homework mom! Bye" and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. And guess who I saw worshipping a picture on her Facebook account…