Liam and I sit down in our normal seat, the small one at the back of the bus. As little kids we used to be able to both fit with room to spare, but now we were so cramped we needed to keep our bags on our laps. A girl I had never seen before slid into the seat in front of us. "Hey, Liam, I'm Kelsey!" She said in an overly-excited voice, obviously flirting. "He doesn't want to talk to you" I snap, and immediately regret it. She looks momentarily shocked, but recovers. "Jealous are we?" She smirks. I blush, hiding my face with my backpack. Liam looks unfased. "Well, it's good to meet you Kelsey, I'll see you around". Ugh. I can hear his silent apology. She smiles, every single tooth showing "I hope so!" She looks like a chimpanzee when she smiles. I snicker at this thought. "What was that for?" Liam turns to me. "Sorry, she looks like a chimp" He laughs at this, but continues. "Why did you snap at her?" I search for an alibi momentarily. "Um...." He raises an eyebrow "Underslept?" He doesn't look convinced, but continues onto the topic of classes. "Who do you have for homeroom?" He asks me. "Ms.Schmitt, I think." He smiles his huge grin. "Me too!" I can't help but smile back. Now I understand why they say happiness is contagious, because when Liam smiles, you can't help but smile back. We enter the middle of Toronto, the beeping of cabs and the wailing of sirens ringing through the bus. Up ahead, the Academy looms over our heads. The Academy is an "Elite" Private school. Or, for anyone who can afford it. After Grade Six, I was given a scholarship because of my writing. Liam got in because of his painting. One of my first memories is sitting with him on my front porch, the mid-July air ruffling the sheets of paper we painted on. I had glanced over at Liam's paper, and gasped. He had painted a perfect, Ruby red apple. I looked down at my own scraggly circle with a small green line at the top, and burst out in tears. My memory is interrupted by the "puuf" of the bus pulling to a stop. The Academy is sixteen stories, but we only use six. The very final floor is reserved for Homerooms. I take a deep breath, glancing over at Liam. He smiles again, and we stride confidently through the clean glass doors.
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How To Get The Guy: An Idiot's Guide
RomanceCassidy has just started 8th grade, and already has fallen in love with her best friend, Liam. But when tragedy hits, will she still feel the same?
