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Daydream and MAIL!

I walk into the lunch room, everyone is staring, I mean why wouldn't they stare? I'm Maria Campbell, the schools queen, I'm captain of the cheerleader team and I'm also dating the captain of the basketball team, the hottest guy in school, Justin Bieber. I walk over to the table with my friends and Justin. I say hey to everyone and give my boyfriend a kiss because I haven't seen him all day. He whispers something in my ear.
"Maria" "Mariaaaaa" "MARIA CAMPBELL" "YES !?"I wake up in the middle of geometry, everyone is laughing at me and Mr.Tilo is mad. "I'm sorry Mr.Tilo", "It's okay Marisa, stop falling asleep in my class".

Yup I'm Marisa campbell. I'm mid height, Carmel skin, Long natural curly hair and hazel eyes, student at Eastwood high, I only have one true friend here her name is Isabel, and I have a huge crush on the one and only Justin Bieber, caption of the basketball team. I don't know why I do, I mean he's way out of my league, he barely looks at me. Why would he? Everyone thinks I'm quiet, well I am, but I'm not anti-social.

The bell rings and I barely notice so I get up and walk out the door. "Maria come here for a second". Great. "Yes Mr.Tilo?. "Maria this is like the second week of you falling asleep in my class"." I know Mr.Tilo" I sighed. "I'm sorry". "Is there something going on during the day that makes you so tired?". "Well Mr.Tilo, it's 8th period and being a Junior is hard work". "I understand that Maria but please try to stay up". "I will Mr.Tilo, Have a nice day".

I exit the room and head out towards the door to my car, my dad got it for my 16th birthday, then 4 months later he passed away. Have I accepted the fact that he's gone? No. Do I show it? No. But I'm happy that he's somewhere better, and not suffering anymore. Man cancer is a bitch. I pull up on my driveway and enter my house, "Hey mom". "Hi sweetie, how was school?". "It was good I guess, what you cooking?". "Oh hell, I don't know, thinking about ordering pizza instead". I chuckled. My dad was the cook, he loved to cook."Good idea, ima go do my homework". "Okay, oh and when you're done can you please you go over to the Biebers and take them their mail, it got here by accident". Fuck, did I mention he lives across from us? "Sure".

I head upstairs, throw my book bag on my bed and reach in my dresser and try to put on something not too nice, not too homeless, but just right. I want to go over there first. Oh look at me I'm in love with this guy. Hopefully he answers the door.