Believe in Love Again

I scribbled a heart in blue pen on the back of my math notebook, sighing as my eyes drifted up across the room to John Tagrel, my cru- I mean, a semi-cute kid in my class.

"Alright, today's homework is page 291, numbers one through seventeen. You have ten minutes to start it in class. Due tomorrow." Mrs. Renda announced, turning around and writing the assingment on the whiteboard with a new green marker. I groaned and flipped my torn up mathbook open, searching for page 291. I suddenly felt a light nudge on my shoulder.

"Hey Rosetta, do you have any idea what today's lesson was about?" My best friend, Katherine Beaumont asked me, looking at me with her big, emerald-green, sparkling eyes.

"Uh, I think it was how to find the missing length of a triangle with the formula a squared plus b squared equals c squared." I explained, looking at my notes and frowning.

"Really? Gosh, I hate that stuff so much." Katy hastily grabbed her notebook, her blonde curls bouncing around with every move she made. I nodded in agreement, grabbing my notebook and starting the homework.

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"English, finally." I breathed, sitting down in the polished green chair.

"Today, we're going to read a story and see examples of descriptive language. The story is written by one of our very own students on a story-sharing website."

My breathing hitched. No, no. It can't be mine. It must be one she wrote.

"The story is called Believe." Ms. Hentoy put the story on the projector screen, the bright light illuminating the room.

Or should I say, my story.

Katy grabbed my forearm, looking at me with pure horror written across her face.

"I hope they don't know it's about you," She whispered. I just sighed and looked at the words I wrote that were displayed on the board.

"I hope. . ."

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"Oh. My. God." I whimpered, shuffling out of class once the bell rang. "That was torture!" I wailed, leaning into Katy's shoulder.

"I know, it's okay. Tomorrow's Friday though. Then we have a three day weekend. Nobody will find out you wrote it. At least you didn't get to the chapter where John comes in." She smirks, noticing the blood rush up to my cheeks.

"Oh, shut up. See ya tomorrow, you loser." I yelled, watching her walk further into the crowded hallway to her locker. I laughed, entering my combonation into my locker and grabbing my bag. Throwing everything in, I made my way downstairs to the parking lot, looking for my car.

"Hey, Rosetta, wait up." I heard someone call from behind me. I whipped around to see my little brother, Aaron running towards me.

"Just get in the car, you know I would never leave without you." I laughed nervously. We made our way to my car as we continued our daily conversation.

"What, do you remember to say that when you come to get me from school?" Aaron glares at me as I open the back door and throw my backpack in.

"Whatever, get your ass in the car, you little snot." I snap. He chuckles and climbs into the passenger's side while I get in the driver's side and push the keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. I roll my window down, letting the warm air blow in as we get on the road.

"So, Rose, are you working on making John 'yours'?"

"Oh shut up."