Concentration was impossible. Not that Alex Griffen had a learning disability, but learning American history was boring. I did everything I could to stay awake; even thinking about every little step I took did not work. Move the paper, write the answer, look at questions. Mullinger, Ireland was cold and rainy today. It did not make it any better that I was crammed inside a class room with a teacher talking slower than a snail. Finally the bell rang; everybody fled except me. Slowly putting my books in my bag, I headed out to the hallway. People were busy getting our for the weekend, and some we're putting up flyers for graduation and the ball. My locker was finally clear, opening it I heard "Hey Alex do you want to hang out after school?" It was Rachel Black, you best friend "Yes of course!"
"Nandos?" She gave me a special smile
I just smiled in agreement.
"Meet me by my car" I yelled
She headed out, while I was busy putting my materials in my bag/locker. When completing the task I headed outside. Then there was laugh, a beautiful laugh filled with joy and happiness. It was Niall Horan, just a regular boy you have known since your patents got a job transplant. Him and a few other boys were playing in some puddles. Walking past them I got a nasty feeling they were staring at me. Probably my but, I couldn't help it, and breast.
"Looking good Alex! Why don't you come over and here and let me look better." One chanted
One even whistled.
Ignoring them I walked over to my BMW were Rachel was standing and barked at her to get in the car.
