She sits crisscross-applesauce on a hard plastic chair at the fair left corner in the classroom. Next to the big window, over seeing the baseball field. Her eyes are blank and unseeing. In her head she was dreaming about a meteor falling on her school. Not like it would ever happen, but that's what Deanna Cameron did. She daydreamed up impossible scenarios and waited for it to happen. Only once had the dream come to life. But that was enough to make her excited and hands down scared enough to piss her self.
It was less then a month ago when she lost her V card to Axel Truman. She had a crush on him for years and he finally noticed her. Too bad her fantasy of them together, going out to the movies, eating tacos at a drive through, being asked to go to a winter dance, was abruptly squashed. He walked out that morning without a glance back.
Still. She waited. The whole weekend. But the next Monday morning, he was back together with his on-again-off-again girlfriend Kristen. Deanna Eliza Cameron had never wished ill on anyone, but she wanted Kristen to just disappear, for them to just break up.
They did. Kristen found out about Axel's unfaithfulness and confronted the girl who'd broken them up. That girl said nothing. Her wish had broken both her heart and another's as well.
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He is in the same class. However, unlike her, he's standing at the front of the room, debating the pros and cons of wearing a school uniform. He's firmly in the pro uniform corner.
Fergus Mitchell is gesturing wildly, his movements look like he's waving at a 200 ton rhinoceros. He's attempting to get the entire class involved in the discussion, but the small brunette in the large thick framed glasses is unwavering. He would call out her name, to get her attention, but he doesn't know it and calling out; "Hey you, in the big glasses and blue shirt!" would probably embarrass her. He's never seen her raise her hand or say anything without being prompted. Then again, he doesn't pay attention to her. She does sit at the very back and he in the very front.
Before he can finish his incredibly powerful debate, the timer stops him, mid sentence.
"But, I hadn't even reached the conclusion!" He whines, glaring at the teacher.
"We do have a debate team meeting after school Fergus." The teacher, Mr. Barkley replies. "You are required to be there. Continue it then."
The girl debating the cons of uniforms steps up, pushing her hair behind her ear. Blonde hair that frames her face nicely.
"School uniforms restrict us from expressing ourselves. If a kid feels confident, she should be able to wear what makes her feel confident." Fergus shuts down after that. This girl’s argument isn't half as strong as his.
When the bell rings, Mr. Barkley calls him over.
“Sit.”
Fergus sits.
“Fergus, I need a favor.” He starts and Fergus’ ears perk up.
“Really? When did teachers go asking students for favors?” Fergus replies and scratches the back of his head.
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Teen Fiction"Why do you swear?" "To prove that there are worse things in the world then a simple word." In which a shy girl and a bold boy learn what is acceptable and not. Deanna is quiet, cold and scared of her own shadow. Fergus is bold, bright and indestru...
