I walk down the halls of this hell-hole they call high school without the person who makes me laugh. Everyone stares at me as if I'm a new student or a disease they can't get rid of. I turn to face my locker and someone yells my name. I turn and look behind me to see a group of preps and jocks smirking at me.
"Where's your little friend? Isn't he gay?" Johnny, the brunette short-haired, prick smirks.
I glare at him and turn back to look at my locker. He's not gay. I yell through my head.
Johnny walks over beside me, "Hello? Cat got your tounge?" He laughs, "Where is he? Dead?"He laughs harder.
I feel anger coursing through my bones and know I better get away from Johnny. I turn towards him and push him out of my way and head towards my class.
It's not very funny that he asked if he was dead because right now he could be. I just wouldn't know what to do with myself, especually if I lost him. I repeat through my head.
I sigh and enter AP Psychology and Mr. Flamm smiles at me, "Hey Anastasia. How are you?"
"Could be better. How about you?" I ask, sitting in my usual seat, next to Mr. Flamm's desk.
"Well, I'm drinking my diet pepsi again, so not doin' to bad." He answers. A few people enter the room and Mr. Flamm makes his way out into the hall.
Mr. Flamm stands 6'2" and has short white/gray hair. His eyes are a fierce blue and he is slender. He has a New Yorker accent that is really thick when he gets pissed off and he has an attitude of a pissed of bull.
The bell rings and every one settles down in their seats and gets quiet.
Mr. Flamm slams the door shut and a few people jump slightly, "Good Morning my AP Psychos."
Brooke, a red head with blonde highlights says, "Flamm we are not psychos."
"Yes you are. You are in AP Psych." Mr. Flamm smiles.
"But that doesn't make us Psychos." She complains.
Mr. Flamm stares at her for a couple moments, "Anyways, get out your notes and lets begin."
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The bell rings and I make my way to my locker again. I pass Johnny in the hall and out of the corner of my eye, I see someone. I look to my right to see... JAMES!!!!!!!!!
I run over and hug him. Then look at him and sigh heavily, "Why are you here?"
"They let me out last night. Finally." James says.
"But that doesn't mean come to school the next day." I grab his hand, "You're killing me James. I still need you around for the next eighty years."
"Oh come on Anastasia. I'll be fine. And you'll have me until we turn one hundred years old." He smiles.
"Promise to that." I hold out my pinky.
"I pinky promise." Another smile breaks out across his face.
"I'm hoping you keep that promise." I stick my tounge out, "and I'm also holding it against you."
He chuckles, "Yes ma'am. How was your day so far?"
"You don't even want to know."
"Tell me." He squeezes my hand.
"Lets see here... Johnny the quatersack prick started talking shit about you and Flamm is picking on me, again.." I sigh, "I don't think Flamm will ever get over the fact that I called Flemm." I look down at the floor and sigh heavily, "So take a guess how it went?"
