Reese had said yes to the competition and because of that I knew that ignoring him is going out of the window. Now I not only had to tolerate him in school but also during summers. Taking pictures and making a movie will be tough and when you add Reese Jacobs in the mix, just multiply the pain in the arse by a thousand.
Well, say bye to a good summer.
I have a month before we have to start putting together the movie and in that one month I literally want to get over with this but I can't risk our school's reputation. You see, I'm one of those who love their school (just exclude the studies and homework) and will sacrifice their summer for school.
Come on! It won't be that bad.
Yeah. Right.
I get back to my History work at hand and promise myself that I will not think of this movie making thing till after dinner.
After the news, Principal Shuttle dismissed Reese and I and said that we should meet up after school to discuss things through. She'll give us the exact details tomorrow.
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"Hey, Astrid!" Dad says once I reach the dinner table.
"You sound so cheerful, Dad. It hurts my ears." I rest my head on the cool surface of the dining table.
"Ha! Its so good to see high schoolers suffering, it gives me infinite amount of peace." He says.
Me: Dad. Stop. Talking.
Dad: Okay, seriously, 'sup?
Me: I'm hungry.
And then Dad laughs.
For a good two minutes until mom comes and gives him the 'have-you-finally-lost-it' look.
"She's whiney 'cause she's hungry, hon. Remember when she was a kid she used to do the same thing." Dad says.
"I do! But she's still a kid." mom pulls my cheek that is not smacked on the table top.
"Mom! I've had a tonne a homework and now I have to worry about this movie I have to make with Reese, can we have food and go to sleep already, please?" I whine.
"Okay, cap." she mock salutes and returns to the kitchen.
Yay life.
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As I park my car in the school parking lot and get out to face another hopeless, sulky, boring day at school a.k.a. the place that has ruined 17 years of my life in not just one but a thousand ways, there's one thing that's very prominent: the hateful glares.
From girls.
All of the female population of my school is staring, no glaring, at me and I don't even know why!
What have I done?
Mandy, a ginger head from my AP English class, is standing near my locker.
"Hey, Astrid! It's so good to see you! How've you been? It's been ages since we last talked!" Mandy says.
"This is the first time we're talking, Mandy." I snort. "Anyways, what do you want?"
"Its Marge" her fake smile is replaced by an ugly frown and I don't know whether I should just run away crying 'Bloody Mary' or stand here and listen to her.
I choose the latter. For the sake of my life.
"Stay away from my Reese." She snarls.
"What? From your what?!" Thank God I don't have a drink in my mouth or it would be all over that low cut top of hers.
YOU ARE READING
Let's make a movie.
Short Story"Ms. James, Mr. Jacobs is our only hope. Please," Mrs. Shuttle explained. "Is there nothing we can do?" I plead. "Absolutely nothing." "Hey, sorry I'm late I was er..stuck somewhere." a voice spoke behind me and I didn't have to turn around to know...
