Scatter Hearts

1| Surprise Boyfriend

Journal Entry # 1  Tuesday  2016.

Hello. My name is Willow Oakland. I know I'm not supposed to break the fourth wall, but I think its strange to just plunge right into a story without acknowledging the main character or what's happening. (Like, woah, woah- main person! I don't even know who you are, let alone your name!) It's just a strange introduction to the audience.

Today we had an assembly in the cafeteria. (All tables removed, and students sitting on the hair, spit and gum ridden floor.).

The meeting was to announce the spelling bee winners and runner up. We all clapped loudly. The trophies didn't go home with anyone, because they had to be engraved. (Personally I think that was a stupid move. Why not get it done before this point? I mean we all know this isn't the first they're hearing the names of the winners). After the two students went back to their spots and sat down, a speaker person gave away two electronic tablets. (One to a fifth grader, and one to a sixth grader). A teacher named Veronica Princ won a teacher award. The principal stood and announced that this would happen again in the middle or the end of the year.

Suddenly, the fire alarms blared through the halls, blistering everyone's ears. We had to go outside. (Normal evacuation procedure.) The groups I was in and nearest to went out near the basketball court and the playground on the concrete.

Many teachers and students chattered amongst themselves. I heard some rumor that fire trucks were coming. I could hear sirens, but no one saw anything. I sat down on the ground, bored. The sun was hot on the concrete, but I didn't care. From what we heard, the teachers didn't yet know why the alarms went off. Apparently there was no one in the front office (I find that hard to believe). I saw many of my friends, scattered about. I listened to the continuous drone of voices and conversations, but didn't retain anything useful or non-rumor.

As students filed back inside, it became clear it had been a drill, after all.

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Journal Entry # 2  Wednesday 2016

(Gahh)

Today, my first period (Math) teacher Ms. Port put everyone in table groups. (Meaning that students were grouped with table mates or moved to be grouped.) My group was the worst, because it was two people in my class who I knew hated my guts; Kassandra Assliv (Her real name is Ashliveton, I just like to give people I hate nicknames.) and Olivia Writtenworth. I couldn't even work with those bitches! They just stared at their phones. (Behind Ms. Port's back, of course).

In second period (Science) I was assigned to sit next to Olivia and Roxxy Snotspitter (Snootspinnett) Also two people who fucking hate me. I just found them annoying. We were on the chrome computers today and I was sat right between the two best friends. I would add to the conversation, because I could and kind of wanted to talk to someone. As always, they'd respond like, "Ugh, stay out of it. We're not talking to you, nerd." And I'd make a comment like, "But I can hear you. I don't care that you're not talking to me, I'm talking to you." I'd roll my eyes and plug in my headphones, until we couldn't listen to music anymore.

Finally, the co-cur bell rang (I'm not sure exactly what co-cur is either), and the class lined up by the door. Today was a Wednesday, so we'd have P.E. .. Great.

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Marching down the hall, the class filed into the big gym. I, along with everyone else, walked to my designated spot on the floor to wait for attendance, and our gym group (There's another class that joins our co-cur. Its not the same group each co-cur class, but this one recurs every gym.)

Today, we were having a playday (I guess) where the whole class would go outside and play for the whole period.

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After mere seconds of scanning the playground, I found him.
He was pale white, with jet black hair; wore a black leather-ish jacket with bright green shirt on the inside, Black shoes and black-ish grey glasses. He was walking through the basketball court with his guy friends on either side of him.
I ran across the blacktop to him, my butterflies soaring. "Hey." I said, ignoring onlookers. "Hey." he said. I was out of breath.
"Would you like to be my boyfriend?" I asked, nervousness washing over me. Surprise flickered across his face. " Sh- Sure?" He said, and I could've sworn he was blushing a little bit.
I smiled slightly and ran off to the second play structure. Our school had two, and one was on a hill, whereas the other was at the bottom of it a few feet away. I stopped next to the bottom of the slide, where my best friends waited for me there. A brunette with dark glasses was sitting on the end of the slide. She was wearing a pink and white striped shirt, and jean shorts. Her name was Fiona Wileworthe. Standing next to her was another brunette, but her hair was a darker shade of brown. It was tied back today in a ponytail. Wearing a plain purple shirt and jeans, was Volta Brizzinni.
Volta folded her arms. "Well, well. If it isn't Willow Oakland." She said with a smile. "So, how'd it go?"
Fiona kicked the air. "What did he say?" She asked almost anxiously. I collapse to my knees out of breath. "He." "Said." "Yes." I said. Directly after speaking my thoughts aloud, I felt something, inside me, something like very deep happiness, or nervousness.
It turned out that his name was Briar Quinnel. Next PE class we talked, and exchanged phone numbers. Our school had a sort of system like Harry Potter houses, but like units and it only related by having the houses, the names were ridiculous. The "Houses" were; Eaglecrest, Silverton, Thunder Ridge, Wolf Creek, Red River, Brighton, Snowshoe, Steamboat, and Vail. I belonged to Eaglecrest, and Briar was in Silverton. Our units always had P.E. together, but no other Co-cur classes together. Co-cur was like an extra class period.
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My class entered the big gymnasium, and began walking to their respected spots on the floor, spread throughout the room. I sat in the middle line, down four spots from the center of the room, in front of the white board.
Silverton entered not long after, also finding their spots on the floor. Our main teacher, Coach B, had our spots labeled with a green dot, so everyone sat in their spot everytime, as class role was called. I believe the list was from A to Z, but I could not ensure that fact, as I've never taken the list down to the office. Briar sat at the start of his row, on the far left side of the room. One of the assistant coaches, Mrs. Ryland, stepped out of the teacher office, next to the white board, with a clipboard in her hands. Without looking up, she called out names. "Allisha Bradburn," Then the student called "Here."
Mrs. Ryland went down the list. "Cody Zacharia,"she said aloud. Cody raised his hand lazily "Here. " "Geegee Fender." Geegee waved in the air. "Ma'am." Mrs. Ryland nodded towards her.
"Bree Hickory."
"Present."
"Kimberly Everwalker."
"Here ma'am."
"Piper Sigg."
No one answered. The coach looked up and around the room. "Piper Sigg? Anyone seen Piper?" The room was silent, some students shaking their heads in response. Other kids looked around the room. "No Piper.." Mrs. Ryland said, writing on the paper in the clipboard. "Anna Kenning."
She looked around. "No Anna?" She looked back at the paper. The room stayed silent. The class this time seemed smaller than usual. Theo Moure, Aisa Doclome, Nella Ash, and Lea Woren were all absent today. "Volta Brizzinni." "Present."
"Briar Quinnel." My new found boyfriend raised his hand. "Here."
"Tasha Vail." "Yes Ma'am."
"Fiona Wileworthe." "Present."
"Yolànda Übyedon." "Hère." said a tan girl in an accent I could not place.
"Willow Oakland." I raised my hand. "Present, Ma'am."
The coach set the clipboard down on a table to her left. "Okay, let's get started today, shall we? Three laps around the room, everyone." We all got up and trotted to a jog around the room. I ran next to Fiona and Volta. We ran for about five minutes, before I felt a slight pain in my side and my breathing hurt. I had to walk to catch my breath and to calm down.
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