Today is Friday, since we started school on Wednesday.
I drag myself to my dresser and pull on black patterned tights and high-waisted, frayed, denim shorts. I shove my arms through a batman tee with the sleeves cut off and the bottom frayed. In a hurry I slip on my black combat boots and black cardigan.
Luckily my hair was still straight and freshly colored from yesterday's trip.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and ran down the stairs. I walked to school with my to-go Starbucks mug filled with coffee and Carmel creamer.
When I arrived to school Malarie was leaning up against my locker.
"I heard about your brother and Jenny. That blows, why didn't you text me?" She questioned.
"I dunno... wasn't in the mood I guess," I replied blandly.
I plopped down in French and the rest of the day flew by in the blink of an eye. Just when I was getting my junk out of my locker I felt a tap on my shoulder. I slammed my locker shut and spun around.
I looked into a farmiliar pair of dazzling green eyes.
"Hey, you ok? You seem down today," Josh asked.
"Yeah I'll be fine," I replied, trying to muster a smile.
"Great," he said grinning, "so you wouldn't mind hanging out after school?"
"Not one bit," I said.
We walked out to the school parking lot and when he unlocked his car, I gasped a little too loud.
"There a problem?" He asked with a hint of kidding in his voice.
"N-no, n-not at all...haha," I replied nervously, forcing a giggle as I stared at his 1970 yellow Volkswagen bus.
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The Story of Us
Teen FictionA story of a girl named Phoebe, who just started high school, and who is learning the ups and down of high school. And her best friend Malarie is with her through it all.
