chapter 2

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Kady's pov:

My dad got me a 1998 ford pickup for my 16th birthday which was 1 year and 364 days ago (that right tomorrow's my 18th birthday) and I've rode that thing through hell and back, of course I've only wrecked it twice and one wasn't even my fault. My dad named it for me, his name is Fredrick and Fredrick at times is my best friend until he desides to brake down on the side of the rode.

I got to school right when the bell rang, I was at my locker and I noticed a kid, who didn't look fimiliar, walking with the principal and she was showing him classes. I smiled as the passed and ran to class.

My first hour is history. When I got in there the whole class just stared at me, but the was expected. "ms.thompson, please take your seat" my teacher said in a stern voice "and let me guess you couldn't decided what to wear again" I shook my head yes. He muttered something and looked up at the class. "Ms.thompson that's your 5th tardy this quarter... I'm gonna have to assign you detention after school today." I instantly pouted cause I knew that I would have to stay, but that meant missing the game tonight.

After class was over I walked over to my boyfriend, triston, he's waiting at his locker. He's wearing his football jersey just like every Thursday. He's the quarterback, tall, musclar, very handsome. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Hey, after that game tonight me and treshawn are going out, you want to come." He kissed my cheek back.

"Um, ya sure... I won't make I won't to the game though I got detention after school today." I stuck my bottom lip out and sniffled. "Oh, kadybug your so adorable" I giggled and started to blush at the compliment.

5th hour started, home ec., the name just makes me want to throw up. I took my seat and got my failed attempt of a shirt out of my bag, I looked up and saw the kid from the hallway talking to the teacher, the teacher then pointed at the empty seat next to me and at that the kid grabbed his stuff and took the seat next to me. I looked at his schedule and writen across the top in a gold sharpie was 'August'...

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