You have got to be kidding me...

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Ugh. My feet pounded against the wet concrete as I walked to my mothers car. She looked angry as crap, but quite honestly, I didn't care. I really just wanted to get away from this blasted school. My legs felt heavier with each step, and my shirt was sticking to my back. I cursed at my gym teacher under my breath as I yanked open the car door. I plopped down in the passengers seat, since there was absolutely no room in the back. 'Seems mom went shopping again' I thought to myself. 'Dad will kill her if she doesn't stop buying junk'. I slammed the door shut and she stepped on the gas. Just when I thought I would have a peaceful ride home, she began ranting about how low my math grades where. I sighed and began to imagine myself jumping out of the car.

I was jolted forward as the car pulled to a stop. I quickly grabbed my bag and escaped to my bedroom. I fell backwards onto my bed. Finally, some peace and quiet. Just when my eye lids drooped shut and my entire body had begun to feel light and warm, my phone began to ring. "UGH!" I reached inside my pocket and pulled out my phone, raising it to my ear. "Hello?" "Hey Alex" the caller answered. My heart instantly began to flutter. It was Jean, a boy in my class whom I admired. We sat next to each other in science, but we rarely ever talked, I didn't even think he knew my phone number. How strange. "oh...hey Jean...what's up?" I responded, hoping I didn't sound too awkward. "Well, I was wondering if you would be coming to Clair's party tonight." Ugh, Clair. I hated her with a passion, she was snotty and treated me like garbage. "Sure...of corse I am." I lied, I hadn't even known she was throwing a party. "Great, because I was wondering if you could give me a ride. My car is in the repair shop at the moment." "Oh, okay I guess I will, could you text me your address?" "Sure thing, thanks." I quickly hung up and grinned like a fool.
I was such an idiot, little did I know what a big mistake I was making. I never knew that Jean was really a horse.

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