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Chapter 2

This morning, I am awoken by an awful ear-piercing scream."Wake up, Pheobe! You're gonna be late!" Lisa shouted. I guess I forgot to tell her to set the alarm to 6:30 since she usually gets up at 7:00. After all, i toatally didn't know where I was when I woke up until Lisa reassured me I had spent the night at her house after the movie. I shoot out of bed and race to my house. Luckily, Lisa and I live right next door to each other, so it was always easy for me t run home and change before we left for school. I swear if we weren't neighbors, I'd be screwed. I rushed into my closet and threw on a "Saint Kensey" sweatshirt. Oh yeah. That's the name of my school. Yeah, we have a sucky name, sucky students, sucky teachers, but it's still a good school. After a week already I feel like I'm getting a good education. I go to my bathroom to look in the mirror. I scream. What the hell?Where did that come from? I start crying. Out of NOWHERE I start crying. Then I realize why. I'm so broken up about school and the bitchy students, I'm so preoccupied with how I look and dress and that just about kills me. It doesn't kill me that I'm not pretty enough or anything, it kills me that I'm actually worried about what people will think about me. I force myself to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. "Stop it." I told myself. "Get over yourself Pheobe." Well look at that, I'm talking to my reflection. No wonder I'm being made fun of. I assume Lisa got worried that I wasn't at her house yet, because she ran in my room and said that we had to leave. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me crying. "It's nothing. I swear it's nothing." I said as I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "I'm being overly sensitive." I manage to say through my cracked voice. She dropped her bag and gave me a hug. I have to admit, it was comforting. I can't remember the last time I'd been hugged like that. My Dad and I never and don't have that kind of relationship. "Wanna ditch school today and just go to the mall?@ she offered. It was tempting, but I couldn't. " that sounds nice, but the only thing worse than going back is not going back." she nodded her head and led me out the door. When we got to the school, we both knew we were gonna be late. "Sorry. I mean, sorry about me holding you up." I said. And I really was sorry. It wasn't her fault I had completely broken up in the bathroom. "Pheobe are you kidding? I finally get a detention!" She said excitedly as she slipped off to her class. I was confused. Why did she want a detention? Oh how I wonder about her. As I was walking through the halls, people immediately glanced at me and whispered to their friends. Oh how I love high school. So. Much. Fun. Suddenly, I stumble to the ground and drop all my books. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" I said as I looked up. Woah. I've never seen such luscious brown hair in all my life. It was stunning. "Oops! Sorry! My bad!" He said as he knelt down to pick up my books. "Oh i-it's okay I-I got it." I said. Damnit Pheobe! Don't screw this up! "Where you headed?" He asked. God he was sexy. He had that deep voice that sounded intimidating yet sweet. "Um... Math, I guess." I said. Ughhhh PHEOBE!! "Hey me too! Wanna walk together?" He asked. "I'm, yeah sure.. I-I guess." I wanted to die in a hole. He laughed. God even his laugh turned me on. "I'm so I've never seen you in my class before. What's your name?" He asked. "Oh sorry, I'm Pheobe." I managed to say. Better. "Huh you must sit in the back then. He said as he looked away." I sat 4 seats in front of him, but whatever he wants to think it's fine by me. He stopped before we walked in. "Here." He said handing out a slip of paper to me. "What's this?" I asked. "You should frame it, and maybe give me a call sometime." He said. I unfolded the sheet of paper. There was his number. HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER?! Pull yourself together Pheobe. "Hey I never got your name-" but as soon as I looked up he was already in the classroom. I walked in and was stopped by my teacher Mr. Whaler. "Good morning miss Pheobe." He greeted me. He too, held out a sheet of paper. I took it and glanced down. "Detention 3:00" I read. Great.