The Times That Are Rough

Chapter 1: Seriously?

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Angelica's P.O.V.

What the hell? I think as I take my seat in the expensive-looking auditorium with the rest of the confused students.

We are never taken from class.The school board wouldn't allow it. They take our academic studies more seriously than they take their own lives. Which proves that whatever is happening is preposterous.

The only time we've ever had an assembly was when they were dismissing us for Christmas break; and even then, it was after school.

The curious murmurs slowly fade out as the obnoxiously loud rumble of static breaks out from the microphone. Our Head-Administrator steps onto the polished floors of our auditorium's stage with microphone in-hand.

A few more of the still chatting girls finally silence themselves and give their attention to the aging man on stage as he clears his throat. "Ahum. Firstly, I would like to thank you ladies and gentlemen for so kindly taking a break from your studies to join us here today." he begins, although we had no choice of whether we would attend this or not...The room would be half as full of we had.

"I understand that you all must be a bit confused. Well, don't worry. We'll clear that up quickly. You see, we have been given the honor of getting to enroll one more student this year! Alright. Alright. Quiet down now. Ok, yes, we had found that there was one open spot left in the classrooms. We had promised not to over-enroll this year, but we did not notice that there was an open space left for someone. Anyway, since there is was opening we let the next person on the waiting list in!...Now we wish that you would all treat our new student with care! We don't want him to get all banged up on the first day now do we?" The administrator continues.

A few gasps ring out from the crowd at the word 'him'.

Everyone knows that Wilton High academy is mainly occupied by girls. Out of the 400+ students who attend, there are only 17 boys in the entire student body. All of which are one to two years younger than me, in the ninth and tenth grades.

Ah, so here comes another one that I'll never have a chance with. I think to myself before I see the wrinkling hand of the Head-Administrator beckon someone onstage.

Now it is my turn to gasp as I see a blonde with red tips at the quiff, six-foot-something, tattooed, lip-pierced, blue eyed boy step onstage.

"Mr. Lucas Hemmings. Welcome to Wilton High. We hope that you will enjoy your classes in the 11th grade!" The Administrator then forces the microphone into the boys hands and motions for him to say something.

Wait! 11th grade?!

"Uh, hi. I'm Luke."

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