Where are you now?

Ramen Noodles!?

Waking up in the morning for a normal 17 year old girl is like all sunshine and rainbows and unicorns. Unfortunately I'm not a normal 17 year old girl in what I call a hell of a home of Avalon, California. I heard my alarm clock go off 5 minutes ago, but I've spent the last three days studying for 1st semester physics exams. Avalon hills High School is just a 10 minute ride on my long board so I think I deserve a little beauty sleep. Though it would be actually worth it if I'd become beautiful, which for me was impossible.

I got up out of my bed and threw on a twenty one pilots shirt, and cut-off short overalls. I threw on a red flannel and slipped on my raggedy white hi-top converse and started towards my bedroom door when I saw him.

My neighbor. I've never interacted with him and we've been neighbors since I was 7.

He was like a Greek god. Perfectly toned, and his pecks look like they were sculpted by God himself. And his abs, I don't know where to begin...

Oh crap he's putting his shirt on I better stop drooling like an idiot weirdo.

I quickly looked down at the floor before he could look this way through my window.

Think Dalia think!

I saw my bag thankfully and grabbed nonchalantly as if I wasn't just drooling over him a minute ago. I saw my long board by the door I grabbed it before walking out then I forgot all about my hair. I quickly ran back to my bathroom and looked at my crimson red hair. It was wavy kind of like beach waves but more flattened. I ruffled my hair a bit and decided it looked half decent. As I walked by I saw him in a daze my way. We both caught each others eyes in a trance.

Awkward..

I broke away and he did a little later after I did.

I walked down stairs to see my family eating breakfast. I go to the kitchen to fix myself a plate to see all the food gone.

"Oh sorry honey we forgot to make enough food for you too." My mother explains. That's all bullshit. Of course she forgot.

"Well what am I supposed to eat?" I asked crossing my arms. My father looks up from his newspaper.

"I'm sure there's some ramen noodles in there for you to make." He offered.

Did he really think I was going to take the time to boil ramen noodles for breakfast

"Ramen Noodles!?" I shrieked and stormed off to make my way to school.

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Mr. Wrier was one of the nicest Physics teachers I've ever had. He really doesn't like to be called Mr. Wrier because of some past with his dad, so I call him George. He's 26 years old and the whole female population of this school has tried to get in his pants. They say he looks like an even hotter Chris Hemsworth, which is nearly impossible because he's Chris Hemsworth, no one can get any hotter than that.

"Okay kids we have a student that transferred classes so everyone give him welcome, he should be appea-" he was cut off buy the opening of the classroom door. I could care less of who it was so I kept my head down.

"Welcome to my Physics class Mr. Evans you'll be sitting next to Ms. Parker in the back row. Care to introduce yourself?" He greets.