I pick up the final finalized copy of my schedule from the already frazzled-looking teacher handing out the freshman schedules. No changes have been made since the school mailed my schedule home at the end of July. The duplicate schedules seem redundant, but since teaching is nowhere in my future plans, I don't give it another thought. Danny waves from across the crowd. I feel my stomach flip a little bit. This must be what literature calls 'butterflies.' When did I become such a cliché?
"Hi," he chirps cheerfully as I sit down next to him. "You look pretty." He runs a strand of my hair through his fingers. I rarely straighten it as its natural waves just come right back. Then again, I rarely wear it down.
"Thanks. You look...different."
Danny casually adjusts his shirt. "My mom finally let me do my own shopping."
I smile, looking down at my yellow toenails with daisies painted on my big toes. "I like it."
Danny says nothing but laces his fingers through mine. "I think we have our first period together."
"I think we do, too."
He kisses me before he helps me down the bleacher. "I don't know if I'll be able to concentrate with your beautiful face in there."
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Forget Green Gables
Teen FictionBeing a high school freshman is hard enough, but what is a girl to do when her own mother has become venomous, her twin brother rockets to the forefront of high school popularity, and no amount of styling products will keep her hair tamed? As she m...
