A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

The Week of Claire

Day 1:
I woke up with the smell of pancakes floating around my room. You know in the cartoons when you float with the scent to the pie? Well, thats how I felt when I went to the kitchen. I walked in expecting Maurice to be cooking my standing breakfast order, only to find Kwai standing there, making a huge meal of pancakes, bacon, sausage and fruit salad, YUMMY YUMMY!

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked him. He turned around, "We are having the week of Claire and Kwai! Starting with this ceremonial breakfast." We sat down and put the food out. I lifted the bacon to my mouth, when my friends rushed in and pounced on the food. When the swarm was gone there was 2 pancakes and 4 pieces of bacon left. Ever since 7th grade they've been stealing my food. "You guys are like VULTURES!" I yelled at the direction they left. "On with week of Claire!" Kwai yelled and told me get dressed.

The day was great, don't get me wrong, but it was a little much in every way you could imagine. We went to the park where we went on a carriage ride, that was great. We went to lunch at the most expensive restaurant, that was great also. When we were walking home, we encountered a mime, an opera singer, and someone waiting with a bouquet for me.

When we got back to the flat, everyone was gone, so I turned to Kwai, "Hey, Kwai, today was..." "Oh no, you didn't like it, you're breaking up with me, I knew I should have gotten a damn clown..." "No! It was a little much, I'm a kinda of laid back person, I like to stay home, watch Netflix for 13 hours straight, not a clown person." He looked kinda sad, "I tried, I really did. I'll cancel week of Claire, and start week of Claire 2, where we wear sweat pants and eat pizza." "And Netflix!" I suggested.

Day 2:
Dr. Who marathon

Day 3:
A full day of arguing over which characters were the best ever in any book, TV or Movie

Day 4:
Vampire diaries marathon

Day 5:
A full day of talking

Day 6:
Sherlock marathon/ introducing Kwai to my punk music

Day 7:
We actually, went out for day 7 of week of Claire. I walked along the road looking in to the shop windows, pausing at the pieces of clothes I liked. One dress caught my eye, a navy blue summer dress with white polka dots. I stopped a little bit longer to look and Kwai noticed. "You like that one right?" He pointed to the dress. "Yeah, it reminds me of my graduation dress from grade 8. But, I'm practically broke." I sighed. "Week of Claire wouldn't be complete without a gift, I could buy it." He smiled at me, and I nodded rapidly.

I walked out of the change room looking for Kwai, and saw him looking at me. He looked shocked, he mouthed wow, and did a little whistle. "Do you like?" I asked and did a little twirl. "I'm buying it, and you can't argue." He said. "I won't argue." I said and walked back in to the change room.

We burst into the flat laughing, "Did you see the look on her face, when you tried to buy the dress? Priceless!" I laughed. "She looked at me like I was buying the dress for me! And when she said..." We both laughed and said in unison, "Sweetie, I don't think you're a size 4." We both collapsed on the couch laughing. I rolled over to see Kwai looking at me. "What?" I asked, still partially laughing. "I... I'm so lucky to have met you Claire. I'm glad you tried to flirt with fricking Brooklyn Beckham, if he hadn't rejected you... I would probably not be here right now." He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. This is it, he was going to kiss me. I moved slightly closer and so did he, he grabbed my face, like in Truth or Dare, and kissed me.

I don't kiss and tell, I already told you that, but I guess I could make a partial exception. We made out for a solid 10 minutes. He pulled away, from me, and looked into my eyes, "Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" He asked. I wasn't sure, the old Claire would say yes, to take advantage of this. But, new Claire wanted this to be special, but this was special, I felt connected to him somehow.

"Yes." I said to him. He got off the couch, took my hand and pulled me up. He leaned over and whispered, "I think I love you Claire." We headed in to the bedroom. The crazy thing was, I think I loved him too. I closed the door, and I think you all know what happened next.