So I'm at the point of writing a fanfiction where I start developing writer's block :/ No worries I am not giving up on all of you. Some chapters may be short for a while, but don't give up on me

Lunch time in middle school is like walking through a piece of land filled with a bunch of dangerous animals. Seriously, trying to carry your lunch while walking through about a billion people tight into one room that supposedly can hold almost the whole school is messed up; whoever design cafeterias need a new floor plan. I guess it's worth it.

I walked over to a table where my friends are sitting. I sat down next to Vanessa. Austin came up to us. Ryder looked mad.

"Hey can I sit next to you, babe," Austin asked me.

"Uh, I guess," I replied looking at my friends. He sat down and put his arm around me. Vanessa just looked at me and smiled; Jenna looked confused; and Ryder looked mad, still. I just smiled, praying someone would speak up.

"So, Austin, what's up," Ryder asked, glaring at him. This is just great! Ryder made seem like being nice to Austin, but he obviously hates on him.

"Uh, not much," Austin replied, confused. I think Austin can sense Ryder doesn't like him.

That afternoon I had found out my mom got a new job. Why? I have no idea. Has to do something about my dad being stress over getting a second job. To be honest, I think it's because of her. Let's just keep that between us.

The next day in English, I was writing an essay on "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" when Austin pulled up a seat in front of me.

"Hey," He said, while he smiled. Gosh his smile his makes me breathless.

"Hey," I replied.

"So does Ryder hate me or something?"

I scoffed. "No what makes you think that?"

"Savannah, I know you are lying."

My defenses are gone. "Ok, he does, but he is obviously jealous." I have no idea where that came from. Ryder being jealous is not him at all.

"Jealous of what," he asked, curious.

"You, because he likes me," I am probably the worst liar ever. Ryder doesn't like me. If Ryder found out, I am dead.

"I'm just surprised he hasn't asked you out yet." He kissed my cheek. "See you later babe."

Yep I am screwed.

What's worse than making up a lie which probably would end Ryder's rep and our friendship? Dinners at my house; ok maybe not, but I am trying to tell myself that it is. It has been awkward lately though. Ever since my mom started working at the high school, there has not been one word spoke at the table. I am never the one who speaks so that's mainly why. When we do speak at the table it's like this:

"Lots of ants on the sidewalks today," She would say.

"Pretty late in the season for that," He would reply with.

And I would be like; this family gets weirder and weirder every day.

I just feel bad for my little brother…oh yeah mom told dad we are having a little boy, so that means I. Am. Screwed. For those of you out there with a little brother, all I have to ask is…how do you survive?

The next day I just causally walk down the hallway, when abruptly Ryder shut my locker almost on my hand.

"I never pegged you as a liar," He says to me.

"Um, excuse me," I asked, but I know what he is trying to say.

"You told my mom about my math test saying I got an A+?"

Whew. "Oh yeah that? Well your mom had that looked in her eyes and I didn't want to disappoint you…what grade did you get?"

"C+. Thank god, because my mom would've killed you for making up a false accusation. She doesn't hate you for missing by two letters."

"Ok, that's good I guess." I laughed. "What's the point of almost tearing off my hand?"

"I wanted to scare you."

"Of…course."

"Well see ya Sav."

"See ya." That was so close.