Is It True? (Kristanna) EDITING

Chapter 1

"Ugh, another day of school." Elsa says while leaning up against the lockers adjacent from mine, which is currently open.

"It's not that bad Els. It could be much worse." I point out, hoisting my load of school work and books out from my locker and into my arms. "We could be caught in a snow storm, we could be on a diet, or there could be no electricity... Or there could be no boys!" I say with an added gasp for dramatic effect, which makes both of us laugh softly.

"Speaking of boys..." Elsa draws out the end of her sentence, implying to a certain someone that I may or may not have had my eyes on for a while. "How's-"

"I just don't know." My sentence of exasperation interrupts her. "He's giving me no clues as to how he feels. I mean, just look at him. Any girl would gladly let him hit them with a horse and they'd still love him. I don't stand a chance... He's just..."

"Anna, slow down a second." Elsa say laughing at my state of slight frustration. "Are we talking about the same Hans here? The Hans I know is a total flirt, a jock, and not the sharpest knife in the drawer... He might be a total ladies man, but what makes you think that every girl in this school is in love with him?"

Just as she finishes her response, cliche squeals can be heard as the one and only Hans Westergard comes sauntering down the hallway. He's fresh from football practice, which makes him even dreamier... If that's even a word... But he's just... Without even noticing it I let out a sigh. I mean, just look at him. His dreamy eyes, perfect hair, dazzling smile, and don't even get me started on his muscles... He's sensitive, charming, well mannered, considerate, passionate, clever, as kind as he's handsome, and to top it all off, he's the football team captain. The total package, and I'm hardcore crushing on him.

"I bet he likes you just as much as you do Anna." Elsa says to me, making me snap out of my trance. After rolling her eyes at my childish dreams of romance, she begins to walk to class and I'm quick to follow. "I hope Mrs. Jane isn't here today." Elsa's faint smile quickly disappears at the thought of our dreadful history teacher.

I nod my head in response, though I know the bitter truth. "She has never been sick, I highly doubt that she won't be here." Elsa sighs in despair. "At least you're only in her class for a little more than an hour. It's not even as long as a lunch break, Els. I'm sure you'll survive." I nudge her shoulder, hoping to lighten the depressing mood a little.

"If you say so. I just wish that I didn't have to go to school.... Here we are. Welcome to prison." Elsa says gesturing to open doorway that we called the entrance to history.

"Oh Elsa." I say shaking my head with a smile while walking through the door. "Good morning- Uh" I look around the room. Something doesn't seem right... I wasn't handed a stack of papers as soon as I entered the class... I quickly look at the desk at the front of the room and notice that Mrs. Jane is nowhere to be seen. "Where's Mrs. Jane?" My eyes scan the room and our angry teacher is still out of sight.

"What?!?" Elsa says running into the classroom excitedly. "Mrs. Jane isn't here today???" The look on her face is an odd mix of shock and joy, but I can relate.

"Correct." We both turn our heads to our right, seeing an old man (probably around 50) casually sitting in a desk. "Today I will be your sub, I am Mr. Lawdermilk. Please go to your seats." Mr. Lawdermilk says pointing to the desks in the class, being extremely casual. Mr. Lawdermilk is short and stout, a small white mustache on his upper lip, and a shiny bald head.

"Yes sir." Elsa says with a slight hint of excitement, then walks to a desk in the back of the class, as I walk to my normal seat in the center of the classroom.