DIA 1
Its a Monday a Day 1, ughhh i hate day 1's , lets check the schedule for the day. I pull or my schedule and it reads.
"Welcome Natasha Bernstein to 11th grade. These are your classes
Student ID: 27508614
Period 1: Spanish
Period 2: Trigonometry
Period 3: Trigonometry
Period 4: Physical Education
Period 5: Lunch
Period 6: Living Environment
Period 7: English
Period 8: American History"
After reading my schedule I decided to pull out my diary and began wrighting about how my 1st day of school went.
There is only one thing i hate and that is Trigonometry. Most especially having the same teacher for two year in a row! Mr.Garferg Don't get me started on him, this guy can go days talking about the things in a textbook that maybe i won't need to know for when I get older in life. For example on an application I highly doubt it would say " Last question : what is y if x=98" . Like come on dude Get a grip of yourself . Y probably stands for "y " should i care. Lets cut the foolishness here but there is this guy, well he is my best friend, we have been best friends since 3rd grade but I think I want to be more than Just "best friends" i want the type if relationship where we go on dates, the relationship where we share our hard moments. Ive not been able to come out and tell him how i really feel. I'm that jealous type whenever i see him with a girl I freakout. "I WANT TO OWN HIM!" I cried out in a Loud voice. ( closes diary and slams it on the floor)
*Le starts thinking about the Titles MR and MRS Perez *
DIA 2
So its Tuesday and im standing by my locker as i glanced down the hallway i see a big afro puff that was my cue to suck it up an be the bigger person.
Prince: hey Boo
Natasha: Hey jacob can i ask you something ?
Prince: you just did lmao! Just kidding for you anything ask away
Natasha: Do....Would you like to umm.. Go to the movies after school me and you?
Prince: sure its a date :) ill pick you up at 7
Natasha: alright see you at 7 :)
[Bell rings]
6 pm that day
*le starts getting dressed*
[incoming call] its Jacob
"Natsha: Hey prince"
"Prince :hey Natasha i dont think i can makeit tonight"
When i heard that statement I thought to my self is i because he dosent like me or is it because im not his type, why ? after all this time, I waited eight years for this one night to happene what possibly went wrong ?
"Natasha: what do you mean you can't make it?.... " I said in a solid tone
What do you think might happen next?
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Teen FictionNatasha is a 16 year old 11th grade student. She goes through relationship wise