january 9th

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we had just returned to school from holiday break. my name is Blair, and my best friend's name is Kayla. we are both high school juniors at a prep school called Notre Dame.

Kayla and I were walking to our 4th period class., which was history. we noticed that our teacher, Mrs. Wright, was not there. the senior's teacher, Mr. Murray, was standing in the front of the classroom writing an assignment on the board.

I turned to Kayla to see if she had seen what I had. she didn't notice the tall male conversing with Mr. Murray. I kind of thought it was his son, he wasn't young enough to be a student but he was old enough to be Mr. Murray's son. the male and I made eye contact and Mr. Murray asked us to be seated.

I sat in my seat and watched the young male as he wrote on the white board.
he wrote, "Mr. Raven." and then continued on walking towards the desks in the front of the classroom. he chose the one in the far corner waiting patiently.

Mr. Murray began to speak.

"good morning everybody! I hope you all had a great holiday break. today I am introducing you to your new history teacher, Mr. Raven."

Mr. Raven joined Mr. Murray in the front of the classroom and slightly waved putting his down. you could tell he was quite shy. he kept his head somewhat low and rocked on his heels.

"Mr. Raven just graduated from UCLA last spring. he is 24 and this is his first teaching job. I know you all will make him feel welcome and help him when needed. thank you." Mr. Murray spoke to the class.

then he turned to our new teacher, "good luck Anthony. these students are great, I'm sure you won't have any problems."

Anthony... that's better than Mr. Raven. I mean he's only 7 years older than I am. I'm sticking with Anthony.

I looked at Kayla and she could see the look I had in my eye. she knew me better than I knew myself. she gave me a look, slightly laughed and shook her head.

Anthony started to speak.

"okay, here are some index cards. I'm going to pass them out and I want everyone to write their first, middle, and last name. your cell phone numbers, your parents names and phone numbers, and your address."

he passed them out giving us 5 minutes to fill them out. then he spoke again. his voice wasn't very low but it wasn't high either.

"so now what we are going to do is go around the room, say your full name, favorite color, what you want to do with your life, and one interesting fact about you."

he pointed to Kayla to start.

"Kayla Ann Scott. Purple, I want to be a fashion designer, and I have my own clothing line."

"wow, impressive." Anthony said with a light clap of hands. she smiled and he continued on to the next few people.

"Brooke Elizabeth Smith. blue, I want to be a writer. and I'm a bitch." she giggled.

Anthony chuckled and shook his head.

"that's really not appropriate, do you have anything else you could share?" he asked.

"nope." she rolled her eyes glaring at me.

Brooke, Kayla. and I were best friends from 7th grade to 10th. but Brooke changed a lot... and not for the better. as I was reminiscing I heard Kayla say my name.

"oh hi! umm, I'm Blair Penelope Lisi. my favorite color is black, I want to be a private investigator, and I manage Kayla's clothing line."

"nice! sounds like you two have a very busy life!" he said. we smiled and nodded.

after the bell rang signaling it was time to go to lunch I waited back a bit and had Kayla walk over to me so we could be the last ones exiting the class. I packed up my things and put them in my bag then started a conversation with Kayla about my boyfriend.

"he did what!" Kayla questioningly spat.

"yeah. he slept with Alex..." my voice cracked and started to trail off.

I hadn't even noticed the pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me. I glanced towards Anthony and shot him a smile simply saying "bye, see you tomorrow!" he smiled and waved. Kayla and I continued on walking to lunch.


I'm completely in love with the story line I have planned out in my head. I hope you guys enjoy this story. please vote and comment. ask questions. I love all of my future readers. xx

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