(A/N: Okay, here it is... Chapter 6! Many scenes happened... I can't promise to make it longer :((..... Anyways, I apologize for grammar errors and late updates. I'm using my phone to update and I just can't get an idea for an upcoming chapter. Merry Christmas to all btw.
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You woke up from a bad dream you had last night. You looked to your side to check the time from the digital clock.
6:30 a.m.
You got up and did your daily morning routine. Brushed your teeth, take a bath, wear your uniform, and this time, you curled your hair in a ponytail. You had two eyeglasses; the ones you wore last time you were in Greyson’s house and the ones you kept inside your cabinet for a long time just incase if your one of your eyeglasses is broken. So you wore the ones that was kept inside your cabinet.
Then you skipped down the stairs happily, inhaling the welcoming air in the morning.
“Where’s James? I thought he has no classes today?” you asked Nanny Mylene who was in the kitchen.
“He said he has a date with someone else today.” She answered, letting out a chuckle.
“Good for him. Does Mom and Dad know about this?” you asked.
“Nope. And oh, here’s your French toast and milk.” She said, placing a plate of French toast and a glass of milk on the table.
“Thanks Nanny.”
“You’re welcome, dear. And oh, hurry up. You might get late again.” She reminded.
You nodded and smile as a response. After eating, you grabbed your bag and headed to school. AS usual, you went to your locker to get your things. But before you opened it, you found a note that was pinned on the front hard cover of the locker.
Meet me at the school garden, 12:00 noon, lunch break. Be on time, dumbo!
-Mr. Chance
“Oh great, the scumbag wants to meet me at the school garden this 12:00 noon.” You mumbled to yourself.
You went inside the classroom and waited for the teacher. You fixed your gaze on Phoebe, who was having fun with your mortal enemies. With disappointment in your eyes, you came over Phoebe’s place and started to talk:
“Phoebe, why aren’t you talking to me this past few days?”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” She said, actually bored or something.
“Okay, girls. Who wants to go with me at Starbucks this afternoon?” Clarisse asked her group.
“ME!” all of them including Phoebe raised their hands, but you can’t tell if Phoebe is a part of them since you two are bestfriends.
The teacher came and you went back to your seat. Mrs. Warren started her opening speech again.
"So class, you can pass your projects before the deadline of submission. I would give some additional points for those who can submit their projects before the deadline."
You went over Mrs. Warren’s table in front and submitted your project.
"Good job, YN. Now tell me who’s your partner so I can give you additional points."
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FanfictionLoser /ˈlo͞ozər/ -One who cannot raise their social status easily. Idiot. A noun which belongs to YFN's set of nicknames in her school. Nah, she's used to it. Being treated like crap every day has been part of her routine. Yet her boring life gets...
