Train Wreck

Ally

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Scribbler presents Train Wreck.
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Happiness.

I always liked that about life, so true and pure. Loved that feeling.

I woke up. It seemed like a blur.

We were having a test. I slept through the test. Oh gosh. I turned left and right, everyone was busy writing. Geez.

"Five minutes more." Our math teacher, Mr. Williams said.

I'm not going to flunk this test. I turned to my left and then to the right and pulled the guy to my right's answer sheet. I quickly wrote the answers.

After exactly five minutes,

"Everyone, stop work. I'm coming to collect the answer sheets." Mr. Williams said.

"Dude." I whispered as I gave him his answer sheet.

I held up my paper with pride. The moment Mr. Williams collected my answer sheet, I got out of the class.

I spotted my girl bestie in the hallways.

"Edith!" I called for her.

"Ally!" She said as she spotted me.

I waved enthusiastically.

Someone bumped into me. It was the guy I snatched his answer sheet.

He was brunette. He had mullet hair. Funny, his hair resembled that of Flynn Rider, Eugene. From Tangled. He was hot, I must say.

His cologne was nice too.

"I like your cologne." I said with my thumbs up.

He just walked past me.

Edith came up to me.

"That's a weird thing to say for a first meeting. Isn't it your first meeting?" Edith said.

"I slept through my math test so I copied from his answer sheet." I said confidently. "I can't keep being a celebrity at the principal's office."

"Oh, you copied his answer sheet." Mr. Williams said from behind Edith and I.

"Who's answer sheet?" I said innocently.

I didn't even know the guy I snatched his answer sheet.

"Ms. Rean, you've got an F on the test even before it's to be scored. You'll find yourself in the principal's office again." Mr. Williams said as he walked past us.

"You know, the guy who you snatched his answer sheet is Oliver Justice." Edith said.

Oliver Justice. I tried to recall who he was.

"Wait, isn't he the gay guy?" I whispered in questioning.

Edith nodded.

Gosh, why does the hot ones become gay. This is so unfair. He should be arrested for being handsomely hot and gay. It's a crime against all women.