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Tuesdays sucked. At least Daniel thought so. The only bright side to an otherwise dreary, grey day, was the fact that there was a pretty girl in one of his classes. She was a popular, and though he didn't yet know her name, little to his knowledge, he was soon to.

She was remarkably attractive, in fact. She didn't appear to have any problems scarfing down her food, and she always seemed to have unpainted nails, which while plain, was much to Daniel's enjoyment in that she didn't try overly hard to impress. She even wore a pair of sweats to school on more than one occasion, and didn't care all too much.

Tuesdays sucked for Daniel, or at least he thought so.

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Fridays, oddly enough, were Jenny's least favorite day. It's not that she liked school, because she didn't, but it was more the atmosphere on Fridays. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, even the teachers were taking sharp, obvious glances at the clock. And yes, she wanted to escape the classrooms too, but she was still there, and frantically counting seconds wouldn't help her, nor anyone else. It upset her, and it was only one of many things about Fridays.

She didn't notice that boy in her english class yet, but it was her favorite class, and she was soon to. And after all, Jenny had a boyfriend, who was one boy in her english class to her. He wasn't. Yet.

Oddly, Fridays were Jenny's least favorite day.

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And the two days, while nearly opposite each other, were just another difference between the two high school students. And while a minuscule one, one indeed.

One, indeed.

i had one written up before but then i changed something so i rewrote it, lol. i actually almost forgot about this story, oops. sorry 'bout that, guys. i'll post the first chapter on sunday! i hope you enjoy! and don't forget to tell me what you think [and if you read this, what your favorite line was, if you had one], also if i missed any rather large mistakes, i just re-capitalized everything too. i write funny sometimes, and am too lazy to click my shift button. adios! [oh, and this isn't really overly important, i just felt that having something here would be good, and if i needed i could come back later and edit things out and in] now, final adios!

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