Sixteen year old Bailey Foster has had enough from her friends telling her to find a boyfriend. She is always overjoyed when her friends get boyfriends so why shouldn’t people be happy for her. It isn’t like she hates boys, she has a lot of guy friends, but she just doesn’t think dating is her first priority. Besides, it isn’t like Lucas Rodney, the cutest senior in Bailey’s perspective, is going to like her… right?
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Chapter 1
Name: Bailey Nicole Foster
Age: 16
Eye color: Blue, green, and a dash of brown… so basically hazel
Hair color: amazing, curly strawberry blonde with blonde highlights
Height: 5 feet 6 inches, good height if you ask me
Weight: why you asking?
Clubs or sports: Yes! Forward in Travel Soccer, High School Cheerleader
Other: please specify below
Lips are plump, perfect of kissing
Interested in boys…
Wants to make love…
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I sighed then ripped the sheet off the eggshell walls. Angry thoughts went through my head thinking about what I would do to the person who did this. I occasionally glanced behind me to make sure no one was watching. As I started heading out the cafeteria, I felt arms wrap around my neck. I was literally choking! Dropping all of my contents, I fell backward on the floor. I struggled to loosen the iron grip on my neck.
“Oh my goodness, Bail, calm down it’s just me,” the choker exclaimed. I spun around to see Allison Thompson, one of my best friends, trying to act all innocent.
“Allie, what are you doing?” I shout angrily.
“Oh um… just saying hi!”
“You don’t have to choke me,”
“That was a hug,”
“What?”
Allie started laughing. Apparently, choking students is funny nowadays. I rolled my eyes, and started to pick up my supplies. When I felt prickly fingers on my sides, I knew I was in trouble. Of course it was Allie again. She tickled me. I laughed. She laughed. Things went flying. Back to square one.
After that terrible innocent, I just wanted to get to class. I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd of students, until I made it to AP US History. When I sat in my seat I remembered that I totally forgot to ask Allie about that sheet. Oh well, Allie is just the kind of person to tell people the truth… and people’s secrets. I’ll get it out of her sooner or later. Moments after my little day dream, I noticed Jaclyn Davis, my other best friend, barge through the door.
“Screw this dumb history class!” she moans. She flipped her curly, brown hair back and plops into a seat next to me.
“Good morning Jackie, you say that every day. Why did you decide to take AP, if this is the class you hate the most?” I asked. She’s just texting away, uninterested. BURN! I said it pretty loud, so now the other students’ cold glares are right on me. I turned away, trying to shrug it off.
I decided not to ask Jackie about the sheet during History, I’ll do it during lunch. As I walked closer to my third period class, PE, I see a gang of popular girls walk closer to me.
