17 forever in love

1 The beginning

It was my last year of high school. Little did I know my life would change. ¨Emmaly¨ a stern voice said. I look over it was Mr. burning. He was standing in the doorway signaling for me to get to class. I rushed over angry that I even had to take this class. He taught history and we learned about the Aztecs. I was never big on history but my mom said if I got A+ś in every class I would get to go to prom. It was a new thing the kids last year said was fun so I have to go. To be honest I was daydreaming through that whole class I only realized the bell rang when the teacher tapped my shoulder eww his cold hand gave me goosebumps. As I walked out of the class I read the daily school newspaper. I read it regularly today. It was pretty boring but as I flipped the page I was shocked they would be electing the school president and all the other roles. You could probably tell I wanted to be president because I could feel a smile on my face. As I ran to my next class my smile dissipated math. Now I like math but I can't say the same for the other people in my math class. I have to sit next to pickles. His name is Peter but he was always eating pickles so I nicknamed him. He was the stupidest in the class . I had to work with him. I had tried to tell the teacher previously but the teacher always said ¨you could help him understand. I never understood teachers like they had wanted me to do their job for them. In math, we were learning pi. It was fun but of course, pickles had to ruin it. I was almost done with my worksheet and I heard ¨yum pie'' in my ear. I looked over and pickles had just been sitting there his worksheet blank. I gave him a look of disapproval. He chuckled at me and he dared to laugh at me. I stood up and brought my test to the front of the class as I walked back to my seat my anger had grown to an alarming rate. PICKLES was so annoying. I walked up to him fully annoyed. I picked up his paper, shoved it in his mouth, and simply stated ¨eat it pig¨. Next thing I know I'm in the principal's office. The office was boring, just a desk, a bookshelf and 3 pencils lined on the desk. I hear the door creak.

His feet were walking slowly and ominously I made a loud gulp. He sat and looked at me. The room was silent for about 3 minutes at least he had then leaned over and said ¨why did you do it¨ I of course said he was being so annoying he was grunting like a pig. I looked over at the principal the expression on his face had changed from stern to a smile I was scared was he planning my murder I said so will I be suspended. He chuckled and said no in fact I respect you for that. one needed to tell Peter to shut up good on you just don't do it again. I nodded my head and made my way out the door. I'd always thought the principal was rude and crazy when in fact he could just use a good laugh. I made my way back to class and everyone looked at me shocked that I was not suspended. I sat back at my table pickles, looked at me, and said ¨so what's going to happen to little miss perfect¨. Pickles you thought  you were so  funny, so you should just stop being a pig. Everyone laughed, including the teacher. Pickles was laughing too. He smiled and said you know you're not as bad as you think¨. I don't think that I'm bad. Pickles replied, ''You act like you do¨. The bell rang finally. My next class was my favorite art. I walked in and my teacher greeted me at the door. He was playing music and everyone was dancing. Soon it died down and we took our seats this class was large and had huge wooden tables and art all over the walls streamer hanged from the ceiling today we were painting a creative peace or in my words a do whatever you want art piece I knew I wanted to paint some on in the class so I walked around. I reached the first table. They were all were ugly. I moved to the next. It was the same as I made my way to the 6th table. I looked at everyone but from the side of my eye, I saw a girl. Her outfit was amazing. I walked over to her. Her eyes were enchanting but they looked evil. I asked her if I could paint her. Sure put I get to keep the painting, she said in a sassy voice so I set up my easel in front of her. I took a peek at her painting. It was offal so I presided over her. As my brush slid on the canvas I felt out of this world. It was so peaceful the next thing I know I finished. My art teacher approached me. His expression said it all he was shocked. He simply said you have talent. Right as he finished the rude girl ripped the painting out of my hands. Now, wait a sec I had said. Let me see my painting. I ripped it out of her hand. I said I never agreed to you having it now did I. She was not happy but there is plenty of people to back me up she pouted like a baby as I walked back to my paper I yelled what's your name?'' Why do you want my name she said in a rude tone. If I ever become famous, don't you want people to know it's you? She was silent. Ok, then I guess I call this piece mysteries of a psycho. She grew angry but never told me her name. The bell rang.

I walked out the door finally to my last class French. It was not my favorite but I had to learn it if I wanted to move to Quebec someday so I walked to class. This class was very normal desk chair hybrids in the room 3 feet apart 2 pencils 1 eraser 4 sheets of paper on each desk. I walked to my seat. The teacher was taking a roll and she said my name. I raised my hand, that's what we did every day was quite boring if you ask me. Prenez vos places the teacher said which means take your seat. She then calls on someone to say the date like in elementary school. Emmaly she said. Oh well, here I go I stood up. 1873 May 22 I said in French. bien maintenant asseyez-vous which means a good job now. So I sat down. I think I fell asleep because I don't remember anything else. The final bell rang I packed my backpack and headed out. I walked down the hall to the front of the school. I then walked to the bike racks and hopped on my bike. It was a beautiful light yellow bike with a white basket. I placed my backpack into the basket and started to settle. Soon I was on the dirt road. My bike ride home was about 5 miles so I always stop at a little shop to get some fresh lemonade. The shop is 2 miles up the road and I soon arrived. I walked and placed my 3 cents on the counter and asked for the usual. The shop clerk walked into the back room and came out with a gallon of fresh lemonade in a fancy glass jug. I lifted it off the counter and walked to my bike I pushed my backpack to one side of the basket and placed the jug in I started pedaling yet again the century was quite beautiful it was like jungle trees lined the road almost glistening after fresh rain the various plants made it so colorful reds blues and more it was simply magical.