MIRACLE IN THE SNOW

MATH CLASS

"Ew....Math! I wish we could study snowboarding!"

I write on a little peice of paper and pass it to Bethany. We have been passing notes like this all class. Our math teacher is so stupid, he never asks for volenters, talks the whole time, and doesn't look at us. Just non-stop blah, blah, blah, for a whole hour.

I feel something hit the back of my head, and turn around. It was Mark, the guy who Bethany, my overly girly best friend, has been crushing on forever.

It's sort of a love triangle with us. She likes him, he likes me, I like snowbarding.

He sticks his toung out and opens and closes his hand to make it look like a mouth. I realize he's mocking the teacher, and can't help but let out a little giggle.

Bethany crouchces over to me and gives me a smack at the back of the head. I let out a little yelp and the teacher turns around.

He has gray hair, with a buz cut. He glares at me through his 80's style glasses.

I look around at everyone, acting like it wasn't me, and realize that all of their eyes are on me. I feel my face trun red and weakly say,

"Sorry..."

Normally I don't mind attention, in fact, you could say that I love attention! Just not when i'm in trouble, or get a bad score or something, then my face truns bright red and I can barely speak.

After I gain control of the color of my face, I shoot Bethany a look that says, " I'll get you later!"

She passes a peice of paper over to me and I read,

"I'm sorry. I couln't help it. It looks like you're flirting!  I know how much he likes you."

I start to feel guilty and trun the paper over and pick up my fancy purple pen. I write,

"I know that he likes me, and that you like him. But you have to know that I do not like him at all. In fact I could go the whole day without talking to him if it would make you feel better."

I pass it to her and watch her peircing green eyes move back and forth across the paper. A grin smooths out on her perfect, lightly taned, face.

She starts playing with her gorgous dirty blonde hair in consideration. Then I watch as she picks up her bright, neon pink, sharpie and writes something down on another peice of paper. It reads,

"It would meen alot if you did...But before you do, put in a good word about me. To, you know, incress my chances with him."

I write on the back,

"Sure I'll tell him what a good girlfreind you'd be and how amazing you are."

She finds one more peice and writes,

"You're a true freind, julia McDonald"