It Takes One to Know One

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Ok so that picture up there, is like, not even one fifth of My school. There's about 20 more groups. It's fitting for the story though, you'll see.

"Casey Jackson" said my lovely cooking teacher.

"Here" I said with a half hearted attitude. As I had just witnessed a popular girl do something that made her even more....Gross?

"Amber jade", mrs Eir just went down the list. Sadly, I always had Amber relight behind me. Which only bothered me 100% of the time.

"Hey, can I borrow a pencil." As much as a tried to not look at this person, I had to. They weren't the prettiest, and not that this matters all that much but. They weren't the skinniest either. They had some weird haircut that I didn't understand. They wore practically all black. Except for the mounds of eye shadow...HOWEVER, I am kind, and let them bori ore my pencil.

"You can keep it, if you'd like." Please do. Anyway, cooking went on as wonderfully as it normally does.
We made strawberry shortcake. It was a good end of the day treat, as always. Cooking was my 7th hour, congrats for that. As I walked out of the classroom, a wild Taylor appeared.

"Ready to go home?" She asked excitedly. As if she wasn't already excited all the time.

"If you know I am, why do you ask? That seems sort of useless to me,but your you and I'm me so I'm really sure." Ah the art of questioning ones self, I mastered it long ago.

"Just asking, it's one of the nicer things I could say." She opened the door for me, and lead me out to the shocks courtyard. Her mom was pickin gm us up so we could get some project stuff. Sadly we were stopped in our tracks.

"What are you losers going?" Oh Mary how nice of you to pop into our lives when we really don't need you here.

"Actually, we were just going home. I would've thought that'd be obvious to someone as intelligent as you Mary." Aha, funny, I shut down a popular girl.

"Oh well I knew that, I meant why are you in the court yard?" Oh my God Mary stop. I just Frucken told you.

"Sadly, we had to waste our time cutting through this popular palooza, to leave. Now id like to be getting home." Taylor pushed her aside and hinted for me to follow.

"You'll pay for that you nerd freak." She tried to retaliate, it didn't work.

"Yeah whatever thanks Mary." Taylor yelled, we high fives as we approached the car. We set our bags in the front seat and sat in the back. Like always.

"How was your kids day at school?" Her mother asked quietly. Her mom didn't talk much, but her dad. Boy was he a riot.

"Great mom, can you take us up to the mall. We have stuff to get for a project."
Taylor usually kept the topic to something she could talk about comfortably. She was super mega awkward around anyone new.

"Sure dear" her mom started driving away, I looked out the window most of the time. Same old city. It never changed.

"Hey Casey, how was fifth hour?" She asked in a creepy but amusing tone. I knew exactly what she was talking about. She was talking about Jason, his code word is fifth hour. If you couldn't tell, he was in my fifth hour.

"It Was fantastic, it smelt like fresh out of PE, and it looked as clean and refreshing as always." Notice my wonderful word play. It's quite clever I know.

" I'm glad to hear that, maybe one day, you'll get to explore even the deepest parts of earth sciences." Oh my god can you not Taylor like ew. She always did stuff like that.

" I really don't think so. You should know my career path by now. We've only discussed it over and over again." I tried to make it as notable as possible that we'd never be a real thing. And she was just trying way to hard.

"Oh why yes of course. I can't wait to be a professional graphic artist." She wanted to be in the printing arts. You know, like, t shirts and stuff.

"Hey kids, looks like we can't make the mall, we got to get home." Oh shucks, I wonder what's up with Taylor's mom. Then again she was a worry wart so maybe it was nothing.

"Alright mom, we always have tomorrow." It was Thursday, and the thing was due on Tuesday. I guess we had time.

As her mom turned the car around. We drove past the school again, and knowing her mom, we went by super slow. I looked out the window, only to see a certain boy I know pushing his sister on the swing. I wanted to get out and say hi. I knew I couldn't though. That'd be weird, I guess....