Maybellene Hawthorne doesn't live a conventional life.
She has an older sister dealing with the consequences of her "rebellious" choice of life,
a burnt down school, forcing her to transfer to a building of books and brats (which is very different f...
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My eyes grew dreamy as I read the love note Liam sent me for the 3rd time in Mathematics. He had such a way with words and the curve of his letters had distracted me from the lesson Mrs. Reese was teaching.
"Miss Hawthorne!"
Her annoying voice swept me off my feet and dropped me right back into reality. I didn't even bother to hide the note. There was no embarrassment if she dared to read it.
"Yes Mrs. Reese?" I said, my voice as monotone as a voice can be.
"Tell me what y equals if xy= 25.12, if x=y."
"I don't understand why you use two different variables if they have the same value." I said, my tone obviously bored.
"Maybellene, answer the question, or you have an hour detention." She scolded. Mrs. Reese never liked me, and always picked to start a fight. She was the only teacher who I didn't have a A+ in, and I planned to speak to the principal about that.
"12.56" I answered, returning back to staring at the love note. I could feel her scowl, so there was no use looking at her wrinkled face.
As she continued blabbering on about math that we learned in 7th grade, I looked back at Liam who had grasped one of his brown locked in his hands. He looked at me and gave me a wink, making a blush appear at my pale cheeks.
I sent him a kissy face and returned to pretending to listen to Mrs. Reese.
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"No, no, no! Stacy the streamers go on the left side of the gym!" I repeated for about the 8th time. The Snow Smash was the first dance of the school year, and it had to be perfect. The only thing was I had freshmen on my committee.
My best friend Bianca sashayed though the double doors of the gym, all the while grabbing a random boy and giving him a rough kiss, then pushing him back to wherever he came from.
I rolled my eyes, knowing it would gain him instant popularity.
"Hello Belle, how are things going?" She asked, playing around with my streams. I smacked her hand and she stuck her tongue out at me. Who knows where that tongue had been.
"Horrible. Since you're not on the committee for this one, I've had to do everything myself." I huffed, putting the last fake snowflake up. We had about 48 hours until the dance, and thankfully we didn't have much left to do.
"Oh well, I know I do have a lot to contribute." She boasted while flipping her hair. I glared at her and she giggled.
"But you look like you're doing just fine. But anyways, what are you wearing to the dance?" Bianca asked, clapping her hands. She always got excited when it came to fashion, which was why she was the head of the CCC. I used to be the president, but I resigned after I realized I had to give up my Saturday's to sow clothing. Not my thing.
