Well, here goes. Another boring day of high school. That place is like a jail cell that you learn math in. I don't want to go! I just want to stay here, in my warm, cushy bed. Besides, why should I go? I have no real friends. People just talk to me some.
I get out of my bed clumsily, and accidently knock over something on my dresser, but I don't bother to pick it up. "Mom, Dad I'm up!" I bellow. "Get ready for school quickly Mariana" orders my mom. I slink downstairs and pour myself some Corn Flakes with milk. I gulp them down, spoonful after spoonful, slurping up the milk as I finish.
I dash upstairs to my fresh smelling room. Then I pull out a blue T-shirt with a twisting black design on it and some light denim jeans from my dresser drawer. I slip off my pajama's and pull on my clothes. After that, I head downstairs and run a brush through my hair, catching some tangles then combing through them.
I make my way to the bathroom. Squeezing toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I begin to brush my teeth. When I start, I taste the mintness touch my tongue, and my tastebuds come alive.
Suddenly, I see goosebumps starting to cover my arms and legs. The hairs stand up on my neck and I feel a chill down my spine. I quickly turn my head to face the gridded window. That's when I saw his face.
It was a face of a boy my age (16) and he was peering through the window smugly at me.
That's when it came to me. My parents had mentioned something about a new family coming to move in next to our house because our other neighbour passed away about a month ago. But I never thought they had a boy my age there. Maybe he'll even go to our school.
When I saw his face, he just stayed in that one spot, staring at me with a strange expression on his face.
He had brown hair, hazel eyes, big muscles, and looked like he might be bad news for the school. 'The Bad Boy' people might call him. I don't really care about dating, especially when I don't even have any friends.
After awhile, he left, and I went back to getting ready. Not that I wanted to.
I felt this strange feeling, like I was somewhat attracted to his image.
Oh no, please don't tell me I'm falling for the Bad Boy in school...
