"𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅."
"𝑶𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two best friends are in love with each other but are too afraid for something real du...
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Cory, Shawn, and I are talking before class when In the middle of our conversation, we hear Minkus and Topanga talk to each other. "Minkus?" Topanga asks, "Yes?" "Did you leave this paper rose on my desk?" Minkus looks up, "No.", "Oh." Topanga starts to walk away.
Cory, Shawn, and I turn to look at the two.
"Actually it isn't a rose. It's a camellia. In the language of flowers, a white camellia means perfect loveliness. At least, that's what I've read." Minkus says shyly.
"Well, then. The person who left this for me must be a sensitive and caring soul." Topanga walks away.
"Is it just me, or is love blooming among the nerd set?" Cory asks.
"I don't know. The only time I've ever seen a look like that was just before Bambi's mother caught that bullet." I scoff.
"What a movie they'd make." Shawn nods.
Cory holds up his fist as a microphone, "It's Minkus in Love. Watch what happens when pounds of near-sighted geek meets pounds of hair from a parallel universe." Cory says in a reporter voice.
"Ha!" We all say in unison.
Topanga walks up to us, "I think people who judge other people by their outward appearances are shallow and ignorant and will have much to answer for in their next life."
"That may be the way it works on Remula, but here on Earth -- you're a nerd, you pay." Cory says, causing Topanga to walk away.
The bell rings and I sigh while going back to my seat. Topanga used to be one of my best friends, but in fifth grade she changed and stopped hanging out with me to hang out with her geek squad. I guess that's why I make fun of her, I'm salty about it.
Mr. Feeny walks in, "Good morning, class. I trust you all had a good weekend."
"I sure did. My mom baked brownies, and my dad rented two monster movie videos." Cory says.
"I sold blood." Shawn says simply.
"I helped him sell blood." I say, just as simply. Cory looks back to us with a confused look on his face.
"This morning we have a guest lecturer. The school board feels that since you're all starting the seventh grade next year, it would behoove you to have an advanced taste of the experience." Mr. Feeny says.
We hear knocking and we look behind us. Eric Matthews.
"Eric?", "Cory!", "Mr. Matthews?", "Mr. Feeny?"
"Mr. Feeny, I thought you said we were going to get an advanced taste of the experience." I say sarcastically.
