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The next day started off with a lot of rushing. Andy and I had stayed up most of the night watching movies on Netflix. It's like Netflix is only appealing to me when I'm supposed to be sleeping.
"Mom, where's my binder?" I asked throwing stuff onto the floor in the living room.
"Look, I'll go to school and tell the teacher you're running late. What's our cover?" Andy asks grabbing a muffin.
"Girl problem," I told him as I searched for my binder once more. I groaned as my hair got into my face once more. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet.
"Mom!" I shouted once more.
"Peyton Elizabeth, why are you shouting?" She asked. My mom only used my full name when she was annoyed.
"I can't find my binder!" I exclaimed rolling out from under a couch and sitting up.
"Where did you see it last?" She asked giving me her hand and awaiting me up.
"I don't know. Maybe in your car. Dad brought everything in." I said freaking out. "Mom that binder holds my entire grade. All my research on ancient civilizations, visual aids and even my speech. I need that binder." I explained running a hand through my hair nervously.
"I'll look here you go to your fathers office look in his car." She instructs. I search anxiously for a piece of gum and I jog out of the house and to the nearest bus stop. I pat my leg softly bouncing as I wait for the bus. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip moistening it. I really needed to invest in some chap stick. The bus halted to a stop and I quickly paid and took a seat. Th elderly woman beside me smiled at me kindly. I returned the smile and tapped my fingers on my leg.
"You remind me of my grandson's girlfriend. You're much prettier though." The old lady says.
"Thank you, ma'am." I smile awkwardly running my hand through my hair impatiently.
"His name is Reggie. Do you know him?" I shut my eyes tightly and pressed my lips into a thin smile.
"No ma'am, I'm not familiar with a Reggie," I explained softly holding my hands tightly together.
"Oh, well you look like my grandson's girlfriend."
"Oh, Heavenly Father," I muttered. The bus ride was longer that expected. The elderly woman was hell-bent on thinking that I was her grandson's girlfriend. Even though I nicely informed her that she was mistaken. When the bus finally stopped I left so quickly walking into the huge building and jabbing my thumb into the up button.
"Are you following me?" I heard the familiar raspy voice ask. I bit my lip harshly.
"It seems that accusation is coming from the wrong person in this conversation," I said stepping into the elevator and pressing the 13.
"You seem stressed,"
"Thank you, doctor Phil please enlighten me with your great knowledge."
"Very hostile this morning Ms. Andrews. Tsk tsk." He said smiling down at me. His grayish blue eyes sparkled as they peered into mine.
"Very talkative Mr. Greene." I retort stepping out of the elevator and into the clusters of offices. I knock vigorously on my father's large wooden door.
"Who is it?" He questions.
"Peyton," I shout. The door opens and my father looks rather disappointed.
"Peyton Elizabeth, it's almost time for school. What are you doing here?" He asks looking at his watch.
"I believe you may have accidentally taken my binder for one of my classes. It's green with red writing." I informed. He went to his desk and sifted through his stuff. He returned with my binder and handed to me.
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Bad Intentions
Ficção Adolescente"Does it bug you?" "Does what bug me" "Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?" ---- Peyton Andrews has parents that want her to be perfect. Has siblings that want her to be cool and friends that want her to be fun. But when she me...
