Living After Abortion (Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence Fanfic)

(34) Interesting

Chloë Grace Moretz = Maddie

••Maddie's POV••

After I got back from Willow's last night, I had a really hard time falling asleep--even though I was completely exhausted from swimming for two hours straight.

I couldn't stop thinking about soccer tryouts. Jen said she would get someone to help me, but she didn't say anything else about it. I hope she didn't forget.

Did I fail to mention what I have for my second class of the day? Well, last week it was music class. We learn a new instrument that I will probably never use again each week. I was told that sometimes we will continue to work on the same instrument throughout a few weeks depending on the difficulty.

This week it's P.E. or Physical Education. Why it switches back and forth each week I don't know.

The only person I really know in this class is Sabrina and we all know how that turned out.

I steadied my running pace and glanced back at her. She was the last one running the mile and I was almost done. I guess I'm a better runner than I give myself credit for.

Since everyone failed to tell me that this week is a P.E. week, I didn't bring any athletic clothes to change into.

The coach told me that he made sure he put a reminder sheet on my 'desk' in the music room (It's really just a chair.) but I never got it.

And a coach assists in teaching our music class--isn't that ridiculous? I don't even think he actually has even picked up an instrument before...

Anyways, I have a feeling a certain someone stole my reminder sheet...

So, I'm out here running in someone else's clothes that was probably left at the school years ago. I was told that they get washed after each use, but I'm not convinced.

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I really don't understand teachers.

Why teach us one thing and then it be completely different on the test?

Seriously? I mean I know they get "graded" on our scores. They could get into serious trouble if we all failed every single test. Why make it something no one has a clue about? Wouldn't it make more sense to give us a test over the stuff they actually taught us?

Anyways, I probably failed that test.

I sigh as I walk towards our lunch table.

I'm the first one here so I take a seat and put my head down. I take a few deep breaths and lift my head up to see Romeo just now sitting down.

"Hey." He flashes his gorgeous smile.

My eyes fall towards the huge red cast on his wrist that goes all the way up to his elbow. It already has a few signatures on it.

"I'm so sorry." I manage to say. "About your wrist."

"It's nothing." He says reassuringly, "And it was so worth it, putting that guy behind bars and protecting you."

I hide myself from blushing.

"Do you wanna sign it?" He hands me a marker.

I nod my head and write my signature.

"Oh look what it is, young love."

I don't have to look up to know that it's Sabrina.

"What?" Romeo asks as she and the other two girls sit down.

They all three giggle, "You haven't seen it?" Ashley asks.

Romeo shakes his head, making me want to die.