Falling For the Matchmaker

Who Ya Gunna Call? GHOSTBUSTERS!

“Well, well, look who is late.” Mr. Safford announced as I was walking into the classroom.  “You do realize that is your 3rd tardy in my class Ms. Smith.” As I am trying to explain why I am late I get interrupted by him.  “I don’t need your excuses.  You have after school detention and no ands, ifs or buts about it.  Now take a seat and try to catchup on your reading of Macbeth.”  Groaning I take my seat.

The thing is with my English class, is that there is no one who I like talking to.  So I simply sit and do my homework and be the quite kid that no one talks to that hour.  I have 3 pages left of my book that I’m horribly failing at trying to understand, when my phone lights up letting me know that I have a message. 

Did you get detention?

What do you think?

Well I was hoping you wouldn’t because that means my life will last longer than the rest of today J

Well luck is not on your side today.  And yes you will be killed after I get out of the 45 minute prison. 

But if you kill me then that would only sent you back to prison… defeating the purpose

That’s only if I get caught…

Well what if my ghost haunts you until you go crazy to the point of wanting to turn yourself in?

That’s easy ill just call the Ghostbusters before it gets to that point

Who you gunna call?...

GHOSTBUSTERS!!!!!!!!!

See I knew there was a little fun in you

IM FUN!

Really? What is one thing you do that is fun?

I read

My point exactly.

For your information reading is fun.  It takes you to worlds you have never have thought about, be someone who you want to be and dream about things that may not be possible now.

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Ok now that I’m done being insulted I am leaving this conversation. 

Byeeeeeee

My heart almost sank at the message.  I knew the reason being that he let me go so quickly.  I shake my head at the feeling and continue with my work hoping that I’ll be done by the time the bell rings. 

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School gets out and everyone leaves except for me.  Instead I walk up to Mr. Safford’s desk to get my detention slip.  As he rips out the slip with a grunt and scolds me again about being late “… and I don’t want this happening again.”  He tries to continue but I’m out the door by the time he gets another word out. 

Putting the stuff in my locker a note falls out of my locker.

Dear Kayla,

I hear that you are a good matchmaker.  My last boyfriend dumped me last month and was able to move on within the next week, so now it’s my turn.  If you could maybe try to find someone for me that would be great.  Sorry if this is awkward but I would really appreciate it.  My number is 1(231)625-6250.

Thanks

Kate Bell

 

I try to remember any Kate Bells in any of my classes.  Then I remember a girl from freshman year named Kate Bell.  She was a short girl with dark back hair and light brown eyes.  She was shy and didn’t talk much but the times she did talk it was either a funny comment or an intelligent answer to a question.  It shouldn’t be hard to find someone for her, I have to remember to text Kate later for the details about the type of guy or if she had a specific guy in mind.  That was the problem with my “magic power”, as some people called it, is that when someone likes their crush too much and they were only meant to be a crush and not meant to be anything more it doesn’t exactly sit right with the person.  I have actually have people yell at me for not setting them up with their crush and claiming that I didn’t set them up because I liked him, which was never the case.  Putting the slip of paper in my back pocket, I manage to scramble to detention preparing for the long 45 minutes to come.

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Giving the teacher, whom I have no idea what her name is, my detention slip and settle into a seat near the back of the class room.  There was a one other person named Luke King, the school’s supposed bad boy.  He is one of the few in this school who I think are actually good looking in the school.  I’ve set up a few dates for girls with him but none of them ever stuck together. 

As my attention was focused on how strong his jaw line is, it was broken by the slam of a heavy door with a body standing in front of it.  The tall and lean body could only be owned by one person, Luke.

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~J.C