Monday morning.....
I went out of the registration office, opening my file, my locker number was 120 and according to the map i was given, it was located at the second floor, so i quickly searched for the stairs.
I walked to my locker, feeling all eyes on me as the hall became quieter and they began whispering to each other...
Ohhh so much for being the new girl.
Fortunately, when i got to my locker, they all minded their business and went back to what they were doing... Great!
Ashley is not gonna believe me when i tell her i'm now a student of Hogworths High, like....i'm so excited, i heard it was lots of fun here, it was a well known school, where rich kids attended, plus their girls were very pretty and classical, and their boys? Omigosh hot!...dripping hot! I thought as i stared at a guy, walking out of a classroom, he pushed his hair backwards with his hand, cracking his neck...i blushed, then mentally slapped myself.
Get it together bella! You have a......oh i forgot...i broke up already.
I slammed my locker shut, angrily as i thought of Adams, the noise turned a few heads, i quickly apologized, then tried to find my way to English class....
Someone ran past me, more like brushed my shoulder with hers, as my books fell from my hand, so did her duffel bag, but she didn't stop to get it, she continued running like she was being chased, so i had to confirm if someone was really pursuing her....but everything seemed calm, no one was coming after her. I sighed and picked up my books and her bag, then went after her....
"Hey!", i called out, also running... Everyone's attention was on both of us.
Great! Just great! So much for trying to help.
The girl with the....wait! She's red-haired? Absolutely....so i'm currently chasing after a red head. She didn't seem to want to slow down.
"You dropped your bag!", i yelled, not minding the attention I got this time.
The red head dashed into a washroom and i sighed in relief. When i got to the washroom, i doubled over, breathing really hard...
When was the last time i ran like this?!
"Do...you..want..to..kill me?", i asked, trying to catch my breath. "I...got..your..bag".
I was waiting for her reply, but instead i heard sobs...huh??
Contemplating whether to go in or not, i bit my lip, then went in. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing really hard...
Oookay, so i'm not good at consoling people, morestill, i have no idea why she's crying.
The next minute, she grabbed a handful of her gorgeous looking red hair and held a pair of scissors close to it, ready to snip at it... What the..
"Hey, hey, hey",i rushed to the scene and grabbed the scissors. "What's the matter?"
"My hair's odd", a childish voice replied, i tried looking behind her to see if a child was hiding behind but...no! Nothing was there..
"Everyone thinks it's weird...i'm weird", Okay, the voice was definitely coming from her...gosh! She sounded like a six-year-old. She looked at me with her tear-stained face...
My! She's hella cute and jesus christ...her eyes, she has glowing green eyes...is that even real? Plus her red hair, she looks like a character from a mythical movie...she could act as a mermaid or a fairy.
"Don't mind what people think about you", i spoke out finally. "Or your hair".
Her face lit up a bit as she continued staring at me...
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Cupid's Twain
Teen Fiction"What? Who said anything about liking him? No! I don't like him". I replied quickly. "Stop lying to yourself... You can't beat Cupid". She said. "I said I don't like him, now you're talking about love?" I scoffed. "Yeah...Y...
