High School Sweetheart!

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Dedicated to Linofersuhana

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"Really,Really..."

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Chapter Two

Walking through the clean hallways of this shockingly amazing school that I've suddenly liked due to its appearance, I can feel and see eyes pierce through me.

My fellow angst high schoolers are watching me as I pass by them. They know I'm new for they haven't seen anybody this hot before. They've never seen a body of an African demi goddess, thick curly rooted hair of a willow tree and grape vines beautified by corn rolls. Brown popped cheery eyes that can pierce through your soul and---Haha,just kidding. I'm shitting my pants right now. Metaphorically speaking.

I have my hands put in the pockets of my extremely baggy chitenge high waist trousers and I can see barely. I also can't breathe. I'm being dramatic right now but I'm just hoping I get to class without passing out.

I got orientation last week on a Friday so I know where all my classes are and I know where my locker is too as well as what the first class period subject is---It's history---a subject under social studies.

I approach my first class's door and take deep breaths. I don't want to pee my pants immediately I walk in because I'm so nervous.

Who wouldn't be?

This is a freaking high school with white, Asian, mixed raced, few African faces and Europeans. It's a high school with human beings that have different mindsets and backgrounds. A school with teenagers of different beliefs and principles...we're not the same.

There are teenagers with so many different purposes they were designed for here at Palm High School of California and mine is making sure I don't get fucked! I then get the courage to open the door and get in. Suddenly,stares. My heart is racing that it indicates fears.

"It's the new girl!" One boy shouts out and initiates murmurs, then more stares and I'm nervous as hell. I feel my knees weakening the fuck up!

I'm literally shaking but I rush to go and take my seat somewhere in the centre beside an Asian girl with silky, long purple and black hair and an Indian guy in glasses.

The Asian girl has great sense of style. Her lips moistened by strawberry lip gloss, ears pierced six times on both sides with  aesthetic earrings. She's wearing a hoodie and her fingernails are in translucent glittery nail polish with a friendship bracelet the Indian guy is also wearing. Best friends? Could be.

Her table occupied with a set of purple headphones, a black and purple notebook, a lavender pencil case with butterflies on it and a History text book with a smart phone on the side. She seems to be artistic and probably in love with the colour purple.

Then the Indian guy is wearing a black oversized hoodie that says, "Brown and Happy". He has his History text book, an open sketch pad on his table that has designs of some parts of a robotic model and a bottle of water.

He Is wearing an expensive wristwatch. Matter of fact, he's wearing a fucking Rolex. His hair neatly gelled and face with birthmarks that naturally makes him appear to be so fucking attractive.

They are both looking at me hoping I look back at them but I pretend to do something important and that's by taking out my text books from my bag.