" BEEP!" " Would Claire please come down to the guidance office?"
Fuck, I think in my head. This is the 8th time this month, and people are starting to question me. More like a certain guy in my English named Jeremiah. Every time they call me down, he asks me why I'm called down all the time. Doesn't bother me to much, I just ignore him like I do with anyone else who has to stick their nose in my buisness.
As I'm walking down the long hallway, I hear someone else trailing behind me. I speed up, hoping that the person behind me will turn into another hallway. But just my luck, they follow me. I'm gunna frig-THUMP! Just as I'm about to turn around...I face plant into the floor making my papers out of my binder fly all over the floor in front of me. I sit up and face the idiot who i'm about to yell at as I pick up my papers.
"Are you okay...Claire...right?"
(That little prick...no im on cloud 9)
"I'm fine, and yes. Let me guess...your stalker?"
"Aha, very funny but no. I'm Jeremiah. Your in my english right?"
(He actually laughed...well looks like someone wants to get hit)
"I know and yeah, uh...bye"
I walk away in a hurry, by the time I make it to the guidence office I'm calmed down abit. I take a deep breathe and open the door. Lights, camera, action...
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Just Breathe
Teen FictionOne....two...three...and breathe out, I've heard that one to many times. I'm Claire, common name I know...but it's the name I go by. At least for now. To everyone else looking into my life, it seems decent. They think I'm a happy, go-lucky teen enj...
