Chapter Two: Nutella
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THE NEXT DAY....
As I was walking to my locker to get my things for 1st period, I felt a strange presence behind me. I turn around to see Jazlor towering me. I back up unto the locker in shock.
"Hi Danae." he stood there waiting for a response.
"Hi?"
"Do you remember me?"
"Jazlor. right?"
"Yep. That's me"
"What do you want?" I asked him unpatiently.
"Can't I just say hi to a friend? I missed your nerdy face." he said to me with a smirk creeping onto what is a well sculpted face.
"First off..... Since when were we friends? Second of all, I'll say it again, I am not a nerd. I don't want to see your stupid perfectly sculpted face..." I said, after realizing a couple seconds later that I said his face is perfectly sculpted. I looked up to see him with the world record widest smirk of all times-
"So you think I'm handsome?!!"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Leave me alone stranger. I will report you to the front office for harassment."
"Wow sugar plums, I thought we were best friends-" he says with his hand over his heart like he was hurt even though you can clearly tell he was just being full of himself.
"Danae."
"Yes" I start to clean out my Locker because it was full of crumbs when I was stress eating.....
"Wanna go to the park?"
"Huh? No. I need to get to class, GOODBYE JAZLOR." I walk off like there was no tomorrow after closing my locker.
Why is he even talking to me. He has many friends and plenty of girl to talk to. I'm a 'nerd'. Why would he be talking to me?
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I am now sitting in my 1st period. "Band." I sigh.... I literally have NO friends except for Keisha and Carlos.
I knew Keisha since 4th grade. She's my best friend. I met Carlos last year during Junior year. He's funny and chill. We are all honor students or which I preferably say above grade standards so, we have all of our classes together except Gym and Band.
Now I will like to play a guessing game with you. Who do you think is in my Band class?
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IF YOU GUESSED JAZLOR..... YOUR CORRECT!!
Now that he notices me I think we are gonna have a little problem in band now. I already hate the guts of Mr. Marsielle, Now I have to worry about Jazlor too.
"Ugh, Sigh" I said.
Mr. Marseille walks in the class and gives us all of our instruments then goes to his desk to do attendance.
As I start to look around. I don't see Jazlor. I know he's in this class... wait why do I care. I don't. Do I? Nahhh, I definitely don't.
Then I felt someone shake me. "Huh?" I ask. The girl then tells me that the teacher said my name.
"Here" I said and with that Mr. Marseille begins his speech about how rude I am and saying if I don't wanna be here I can leave.
He is the ONLY teacher that has a problem with me and I really don't understand why. Even when I 'try' to be 'respectful' Im still a disappointment to him. It really doesn't make sense. It's not like care.
As the child said 'you not my dad.'
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Jazlor wasn't there the whole period which I can careless about. Just gotta make it to my locker get my lunch and eat.
EATING IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO IN THIS MESSED UP WORLD.
I make it to my locker and put my things back into my locker before grabbing my lunch I look into the boxed mirror inside of my compartment and assessed my black hair and boring brown eyes. The disappointment in my appearance is astronomical. It's not like I try.. who would I be trying for?
I grab my lunch and head for the cafeteria. There I saw Keisha in the line.
"Hey ishapoooooo...!!"
"Naeeeeee!!" She jumped up launching her body at my knowing how skinny I am and I simply dodge this squirrel attack. Luckily she didn't fall straight on to her face because there behold Carlos.
I always shipped them but when I brought it up they both would say gross or ew no disgusting... that would never happen, when we all know it would happen.
"Awwwww."I said. Then they both glared at me like I was a price of meat they were ready to devour.
"Ok geez." I sighed turning back around.
"Nae, I was gonna tell you that there was gonna be a party at Ethan's house. Do you sure you don't wanna come?" Keisha asked while doing puppy eyes like that would work on me.
"I am sure I don't wanna go, I have better things to do anyways..."
"Like...?"
"Like.... walking my fish"
"Oh, sounds reasonab— wait what?! Scratch all that your going."
"But I don't want to!!!"
"Please."
"Fine" I roll my eyes.
"Yayyyyy!!!" Keisha then starts jumping up and down like a lunatic.
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I am finally home so ready to sleep and eat. The 2 of the most essential things in life. You can't tell me I'm wrong.
I open the fridge pulling out a giant Rice Krispie treat and cut a square for me to devour and some Nutella.
Nutella is THE best. It's so dreamy. Nothing could be better than Nutella.
I then dart up the stairs into my room. I pulled out my MacBook and started to watch some Hulu. Specifically MHA if you know what that is.
Along the way I fell asleep with the Rice Krispie stuck in my mouth covered with Nutella.
I most definitely dreamed about Nutella.
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I forgot I was writing this book. Sincere apologies, it was mostly because my phone broke and my Mac is all the way in New York so that's frustrating. I got the this phone Friday night.
Again I sincerely apologize.
—D 🍪
