A/N: HEYHEY MY READERS! I hope you're enjoying the story so far :) I just realized how much of a cliffie Phineas left you with haha. I just wanted to say that also, we are going to TRY to upload every Saturday, but our schedule might change, due to summer and boredom :P. Alright I'm going to shut up now and let you enjoy the story. ~Ferb
I squinted, trying to look through the car, a Mustang's, window.
"BRYANNA WAN!" my mother barked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF SCHOOL?"
"The-re-re was a sand-wi-wich mom-m, an-nd I like sand-wich-ches", I stuttered.
"WELL IT BETTER HAVE BEEN A GOOD SANDWICH! WHAT KIND?" she screamed.
"Toma-to-to and ha-am."
"Good." My mother smiled. "Now get in the car and let's go to your school."
I got into the car and my mom drove away. "GET A's!" She ordered, as we pulled into the parking lot. I nodded and gave her the thumbs up. As I entered the school, it was MADNESS. I ducked a flying book, and hurried through the hallways, checking my papers for my locker number. As I was looking down, I tripped over another girl and went flying. Luckily, I was pretty big myself so I broke the fall.
"I'm so sorry!" the girl apologized, "I wasn't watching where I was going!"
"It's okay", I said, just wanting to go to my locker already.
"My name is Swahili Baker.", she smiled, never taking her eyes off my mole.
"Bryanna Wan." I said, suddenly nervous. Ugh this stupid mole. Now I'll never have any friends.
"That's a cool mole." She commented.
"You're not turned off by it?"
"Nope." She said, grinning.
"Really? It's just I never had many friends because of this mole." I said cautiously.
"cool story bro."
"Okay… I'm just going to… find my locker."
"Kk, see you later! And oh im sorry cuz I just met you, and this might be a little crazy, but here's my number!" she pushed a piece of paper into my hand, "so call me maybe!"
"Okay..." I said, rushing off to my locker.
I stuffed my backpack into my thin locker, not caring that everything was spilling out. I wish I could just move back.
I walked to my first hour, Health. Ew. We were learning about diseases today. Wow. Fun. Unless they had food, I wasn't interested. I fell asleep instantly.
"Bryanna!" Someone whispered to me, poking me with a pencil.
"GET OFF ME YOU PERVERT! THIS BODY IS FOR ME, NOT FOR YOU!" I screamed.
Our teacher, Mr. Trampoline glared at us. "Quiet down ladies! Now as I was saying, a symptom of this disease is having a mole on your cheek…"
I, not listening, looked at "The Poker", and realized it was Swahili.
"What did you poke me for?" I whispered, teeth clenched. I was having a dream about winning the key-lime pie eating contest.
"That guy is looking at you!" she whispered, back, pointing across the room. "His name is Liam Garlin, in case you're wondering", she winked at me.
"UGH. I DON'T CARE." I groaned and fell back asleep.
After class, that guy, Liam came up to me and asked me, "Do you have a disease?"
"WHAT?" I screeched. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?"
"Mr. T said that a symptom of a disease was having a mole on your cheek!", he said taken aback.
"WHEN?"
"Never mind..." he snickered.
STOP SNICKERING AT ME!, I thought, WAIT OMG SNICKERS! I pulled one out and ate it. I ate messily, crumbs and chocolate spilling out.
Liam started laughing. "You're so weird!" he said, then asked, "Could I maybe have you're number?"
"ShURe sINg." I said, catching falling crumbs with my hand, my mouth full of snickers. I quickly scribbled my number and ran away, embarrassed.
2nd hour:
I had math second hour. Swahili wasn't in my class this time, I frowned. As much as I hated her for waking me up, she was still basically my only friend. IT'S ALL THIS MOLE'S FAULT. I was really craving snickers, so I hid behind a book and started stuffing my mouth. Then I fell asleep, once again.
After school, when I was doing my math homework, I realized I didn't know how to do it! My mom was out, so I was by myself. Wait! I slid open my phone and went to the contacts. I scrolled (it didn't take that long) to the name I was looking for. I pressed the call button, and waited.
A/N!: haha second one in one chapter! I tried a cliffie! BOOYA! Did it work? No? okay (insert okay meme here.) Actually, it's not okay… nah im just joking it's okay. WHO IS SHE CALLING? That's for Phineas to decide I have 3 more things to say. One, I did not mean to offend anyone, so if this is offensive, im sorry and I did not mean it. Two, if you couldn't tell, me and Phineas are alternating writing chapters. Three, Actually, that's it! OKAY BYE.
~FERB
