Chapter 1:

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It was just another morning getting
up and getting ready for school. I woke up right at 7 o'clock am walking to my closet and grabbing a black pair of skinny jeans, a white top with pinkish flowers on it, white converse, & lastly my trusty old black beanie. I ran to my bathroom curled my hair, and applied some simple makeup then made my way back to my bedroom to change clothes. I then headed to the kitchen to have a nice cup of coffee, because coffee is my life! After finishing my amazing pumpkin spice flavored cup of coffee (because it's fall) I washed my coffee cup then walked back to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. I then went into my bedroom grabbed my backpack, purse, & my car keys. I turned off all the lights and made it outside my house to my car. I jumped into my orange Kia Soul and made my way to the high school. About 15 minutes later I was at the high school sitting in my car listening to some green day waiting for my best friend Braylee to get to school. I sat in my car for about 10 minutes, Braylee is almost always late for school, but we are seniors now so nothing really matters. Braylee's black mustang pulled up beside me and I jumped out of the car so we could walk in together. We where walking around the school headed to our first period class which was math, is it just me or does everyone else dread math class too?, I was talking to Braylee as we where walking to class when this corky looking red headed guy bumped into me "hey bitch, watch where your going" the guy said in a rude tone of voice "excuse me!" I exclaimed getting frustrated "what the hells your name!? And who do you think you are!?" Braylee said yelling at him. "Look shortie, the names Michael Clifford, & now my three friends and I rule this school!" This Michael guy said as he walked away. I got this weird feeling in my stomach, butterflies, why am I getting butterflies this guys and asshole I thought as we continued to class..

>what will happen? Will Rylynn fall for Michael or will she let it go?

>sorry if it's rubbish...
*Megan

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