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Fangirl Chapter One

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Chapter 1:

Let's get one thing straight. I am not attractive.

Like, at all.

There is nothing about me that anyone would find remotely desirable. I don't look hot, I don't come off as charismatic. I am your average awkard eighth-grade boy. There's nothing special about me.

This is the story of someone who thought otherwise. And frankly it's the story of how she ruined my life.

Her name was Mary Abbott. She had been at the school for two years, like me and a lot off other students, so even though we weren't friends, I had heard her name a few times. The first day of eighth grade was the first time I sat down and talked to her.

That was also when I started to realize she was crazy.

Personally I blame Mr. Johnson. Had he not created that incredibly stupid seating chart, then chances are I wouldn't've had to deal with any of this. Mr. Johnson didn't know what he was doing to me when she made it, but I still blame him.

It was not a good start to my day or my year. As soon as I walked into Mr. Johnson's 1st Hour Science class, I quickkly searched for my friends peter and Liam, then scanned the rest of the class to see who else I knew. Lots of humans I hated. This would not be a fun homeroom.

"They literally couldn't've put a worse group of kids together in one class," I said to them.

"At least we're in the same class together," Liam said.

Just imagining that made me want to commit murder.

It wasn't long until the teacher walked in and got mad at us for already having sat down even though he had a seating chart. I figured out pretty quickly that he was going to be one of those teachers that gives extremely vague instructions and then gets mad if we don't do exacttly what he wanted us to. A bad class, a bad teacher...It would take a trainwreck to make the class any worse.

So we got three trainwrecks.

That damn seating chart put Liam next to the awkward, gross antisocial kid, Ryan, Peter next to his ex-girlfriend, and I, of course, was put next to Mary Abbott.

At the time I didn't realize that I was sitting next to a trainwreck as well. I figured, "Eh, I don't now her, I'm sure I'll be fine."

I was not fine.

"For the rest of the class period, you will take time to get to know your table partner. I want the worksheet I'm handing out to be finished by the time the bell rings," Mr. Johnson ordered.

Both Liam and Peter sent me the angry symbol. The angry symbol wass putting a finger gun to your head and pushing the trigger as many times as you were angry on a scale of 1-10. Liam gave me six, and Peter gave me 9. Peter's ex, Valentine, refused to speak to him and based all her asnwers off prior knowledge of him. So I felt for him a little more. I turned to pay attention to my own partner, who had been paying attentio to the back of my neck for a strangely long amount of time.

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