Love is a Mystery to me

Chapter 1

listen if this is bad, please understand I'm only twelve years old!!! the chapters will be slow because of school. this will only be up here for a few months before i take it down. please enjoy and tell me about any improvements I could make to my writing.

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I ran through the door with my head down and my bag on my back, the teacher shouting as I was late for the third time this week. "Ivy! This is the third time this week that you've been late for my classes. I know it was just break time but that doesn't make it any better! Mind to tell me why you were late?" my math teacher, Mr. Frits shouted as I sat down next to my best friend Summer. We were always together wherever we went. I replied looking away from Summer's eyes as I spoke, knowing her expression would make us both burst out laughing. "I'm very sorry I was late sir, but I forgot my lunchbox at the field and had to go back to get it." I held it up to him waiting for his reply. He said nothing but looked annoyed sighing as he turned to the board, explaining the work for today. I decided that I was going to write in my diary instead of working because I could just do it for homework instead. I took out the black book with white flowers on it and a pen, writing the date and the events of today, as usual.

*2 April 2023

Dear diary, today was a weird day, I was walking on the field at break time with Summer when these guys in grade 7 walked up to me. It was Jayden and Elijah; who were known as the clowns that always got in trouble for something dumb or stupid. Elijah walked closer and looked at me as he spoke, "Jayden wants to tell you something." He had stepped back and bumped his shoulder, but Jayden had said nothing to me and looked a bit nervous. I gave Summer a look that said that 'I know what this is about' because the cool teacher, Ms. A had told me that Elijah was trying to convince Jayden to talk to me. She told us almost everything and we did the same. Mostly gossiping about people, we didn't like, or people involved in drama. We walked away because they were wasting our break, but now that I think about it, we should have stayed to listen. Well, I can't go back in time to do anything about it, so that's that.*

I finished up the diary entry and closed my book. There were still fifteen minutes left of the lesson, fifteen minutes I was definitely not going to spend looking at the ceiling. So instead, I took out my sketchbook, turned to a new page and started drawing stars, smiley faces, hearts and random people. Time flew by quickly and before I knew it the lesson was over, the bell ringing to signal its end. My classmates started to pack their bags and stand up, waiting for the teacher to properly dismiss them. He greeted us goodbye, and we left heading to our next class. Which happened to be my favorite, creative arts, but only because Mrs. Craig let us do whatever we wanted if we talked quietly.

Her classroom was on the other side of the school, on the upper floor, by the grade seven classrooms. I was walking slower than my friends because I didn't like being in class, even if it was Mrs. Craig. She could sometimes be too much if I'm being honest. We're currently doing an assessment and it's our group's turn to perform. We had to pick groups of seven and I was with Isabel, King, Tristan, Everly and Summer. Our play was about this a man who killed his father and ended up in jail after his maid had told the police, even though she was his accomplice. It wasn't very good, seeing as we only had two weeks and two lessons a week. The play started as the lights switched on and started with the opening scene of the man and his father sitting in a car with their maid. Tristan played the role of father and King was his son, the maid was Everly . "Father, I have something to tell you." king said, turning towards Tristan. He looked at his son and nodded his head, waiting as King carried on. "I know you've told me many times, but I can't stop thinking of the fact that you gave my brother your house and your will instead of me, the first born. Why father, I'm much more responsible?" He turned towards the maid, their eyes relaying unspoken words and messages. "If I may interrupt sir, I agree with your son. He is more responsible, and he is the first born." said Everly, looking nervous in her spot in the make-shift car. After a few minutes we could tell that everyone was bored of our play, and we needed someone to quickly get us out of this mess before we ruined our reputations as the 'popular kids', for good. luckily the lesson was over before we could even finish it, the bell ringing again to signal the start of second break. our classmates had relieved looks on their faces, and so did Mrs. Craig as we packed up our stuff and left classroom heading for the field. Summer and I dumped our bags by the next class and headed for the field as usual. I glanced at passing students, most of them were strangers to me but I knew a few of the grade sevens. As we walked off the concrete and onto the field, I saw Elijah and Jayden looking at me and talking to each other. They were approaching us and I couldn't help but smile at Jayden. He turned his head away and pulled him and Elijah towards the concrete, leaving me disappointed. Summer looked at me, sighing, and said, " You see, Jayden is Gwababa."she rolled her eyes. "Doesn't mean chicken or too scared to ask out a girl?" she nodded, and we both walked farther away from them, into the crowded field.