Paris. Hamilton. Paris Hamilton. That was her name. She was gorgeous. She was exactly the girl Tyler would like. You know, if he's into the whole obviously beautiful kind of girls.
She was slender, but curvy in all the right places. Her skin was flawless. There wasn't a single blemish to be found. Her eyes were medium sized, but her eyelashes were long enough to put any fake ones to shame.
Then there was her hair. It was the most amazing color brown hair I've ever seen. It had indiscreet highlights of blonde and sparkled in the incoming sunlight from the open window. She was perfect down to her full lips and perfectly polished nails. And I'm not.
Gah-rate.
Just great.
"I hope you all provide her with a big Emilia High School welcome. Paris you'll be partners with Cira and Tyler."
Gah-rate.
Once she sat her perfect little butt down in her chair I couldn't help but notice that Tyler was looking at both of us. He would look at me then her then back at me with the most puzzled look on his face.
"What?," I finally asked.
"Are you guys related by any chance?"
"Nope. Why?"
"I don't know, you guys just look really similar."
"Oh please! She's gorgeous!"
"I know," he retorted with a dead on serious face.
I couldn't help but find it simultaneously sexy and scary.
The entire time Paris just sat there, silent.
"Ummm... lets get back to the assignment. So, Paris. Where did you go to school before you came here?"
"I was home schooled."
So she's a self taught Einstein too.
Gah-rate.
"That's cool," I muttered as I poked at the lifeless frog that sat before me, waiting to be dissected.
"Are you sure you two aren't-"
"No! For the last time. We. Are not related!," I yelled annoyed at this point. I managed to also stab the abdomen of the frog when I slammed my fist onto the table, not realizing I still had the scalpel clutched in my hand.
Gah-rate.
The bell rang at the perfect time because at that point I just wanted to disappear into the wood works.
"Sorry," I muttered as I hauled my backpack over my shoulder and hugged my books to my chest. Half way through my sprint down the hall to my my locker I felt a tug on my elbow.
"Cyan I really don't feel- what?"
As I spun around to tell Cyan that I couldn't stop and chat I realized that......
it wasn't Cyan.
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