When we first met

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September 15, 1998: hippies, jocks, nerds, Goth's, gamer's, and prep. I've never seemed to be placed in a group I mean what's the whole point..can't we all do the same thing. I see no difference I mean were all human, right?

As I was getting ready for my first day of junior year, well technically I kinda started school late so I'll be a new kid.

I was pretty shy when I got there. U-um hello, is this Mr. Albert's class? I asked.

"Why yes it is, my I ask you, your name?"

"M-my name is, Melody Oakley", I replied.

"Well, good morning!!, Mrs Oakley." "Please have a seat In the back".

"OK thank you", I said nervously.

I was glad I could sit in the back, and thank goodness that there was a window near me too. Honestly, I'm a big day dreamer. I just can't seem to help it.

I turned around to see that my partner, was sleeping!! I had no choice but wake him up because I had no idea what was going on.

"U-um excuse me?" ( poking his cheek)

"Do not disturb" , he said.

(Then he opens his eyes)"oh a new kid...great". W-what!?? But I haven't done anything to and you have the balls to be rude

( he sits up and leans in to me) "Yes".

The bell rings I couldn't believe what he said to and after that he fell asleep again!!

Im sure he's one of those "bad boys". Gosh I hate them.

When it was lunch I sat by self  next to a tree. "MELDOY!!!" I hear.

"Hey girlfriend, what's up"

Oh, "Rosemary" hey, and nothing really.

"I hear you have, Mr Alberts class".

"ya" and

So then tell me did you fall for Sebastian!!

" Who?". Sebastian, the tall, bad bo-

Oh, that lame ass. What are you talking about are you blind!!! He's so beautiful.

" You see there are two types of people on this planet, the ones who care and the ones who don't give a shit".

Melody, loosen up a little would ya?

"well I'm just saying"

Okay let's make a girls day out!! Friday after school!!

I mean I just started school I have to be catching up ( thinking in my head).

OKAY!! Well I'll pick you up at 5:00,

bye-bye. (Wtf) I didn't even...and she's gone.

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