The morning started off with giving my best friend a brown paper bag of gifts. The bag contained a bronze book locket, a scaft with music notes and the lost Gallagher girl book (The one I let my cousin borrow and never returned) " I'd tell you I love you then I would have to kill you" by Ally Carter. I think she really liked the locket. I put a picture of me in it, and I forgot to put a picture of John Green on the other side. I feel really stupid for not doing that. Other than that, school once again was school. But something in landscaping class happened. I made a scene. And I must tell you, I'm the type that likes to be in the back of class and unnoticed. That was not the case today, because its a "science class" we were in the science class room, with the tables that had sinks in them and those high chairs. My chair hated me for some reason, it made so much noise , so I got up to scoot the chair over so I wouldn't touch the back of the chair. When I sat down it moved and hit me and the back of the chair rattled like it was loose. " Go away!" I said to the chair, and the class started laughing at my situation with my chair. Even mrs. Sue asked if I was okay. I was so....I did not know what to do. I probably looked like a fool. I told my teacher I was fine, and a clasemate Casey got up and put some oil on the chair, but notice the bolt was loose. Then he and John ( another clasemate) got into a verberal argument about how a wrench is called, to tighten the bolt on my seat. Only causing the class to laugh some more, I just wanted to bury my face in my hands. Why do I cause a mess?
Next to john, was an unknown boy to me. He had brown hair, glowing tan skin and was tall Wearing a dark blue shirt. He didn't seem to talk much.He just watched the class go on, though he was told to read and he seemed like a slow reader. When Mrs. Sue was doing roll call, and called the name Christian , I finally heard him speak for the first time, and right after his name, my name was called. I believe he's a year younger, but he is really cute. I did ask good for a cute new guy at this school, let's just hope that he isn't an ass.
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Senior Year
Teen FictionDear Nobody ,here's the story of a normal 17 year old girl at the end of her year school years. In her childhood town's school, Waterford High. This is in diary form, an autobiography type of story.
