A Girl Called Topanga

(Chapter 1)(new girl)

(Chapter 1)(new girl)

(Brantley's p.o.v)

I sat here in my new desk. 1st day of 6th grade. I couldn't get my hair to lay down, stupid cow lick!
I sat here in class and a pretty girl walked in, in a hippie dress. I had never seen her before. But boy was she pretty. Her hair came all the way down to her waist almost. Pretty, thick, and shiny brown hair. There was an empty seat next to me. "Please sit beside me please sit beside me". I say under my breath. "Would you like for me to sit beside you?". The pretty girl asked. "Oh sure yeah no ones there yet so". I say. "Trying to play it cool, but its okay I'll sit beside you, maybe we can learn things from each other." She says. She pushed her long hair out of her way. "How do you fix that everyday, I can even make my cowlick lay down." I say. "I just brush my hair, I don't really care what I look like". She says. "Hm". I say. "I'm Topanga, what's your name?" She asked. "I'm Brantley". I say. I shook her hand. "Attention". The teacher says.
The teacher began asking questions of which Topanga answered all of them quick and correctly.

(Topanga's p.o.v)

The teacher asked to see me after class while the others went to lunch. I really wanted to be at lunch with Brantley, he was sweet.
"Miss Topanga Lawrence I believe we may need to move you into the advance class". The teacher whose name was Mrs. Bear; says to me. "But I don't wanna be in the advanced class, I want to be treated equally, and I like a friend I've made, I don't really make friends this fast"."I'd rather stay in this class." I say. "If that's how you feel then I'll gladly keep you in this class, miss Lawrence". Mrs. Bear says. "Go off to lunch dear." She says. "Yes ma'am". I say. I hurried off to find Brantley in the lunch room.

(Brantley's p.o.v)

I was home now after school. "Mom guess what, there's a new girl in class and she's so so pretty". I say to mom. "Oh well that's nice, what's her name dear". Mom asked. "Topanga". I say. "Oh no, is her last name Lawrence?" Mom asked. "Yeah, why what's wrong with her?" I asked. "Nothing's wrong with her dear, her parents are just hippies and they live in an airstream, their very poor dear". Mom says. "Hey maybe we can invite them to dinner since they don't have much". I say trying to be sweet. "I'll have to think about it honey". Mom says.