Half an hour later the bell rang and I headed upstairs.
It was social studies and we had another free period because my social studies teacher Mr.Chicken had to go to a meeting.
I didn't feel like talking to Jake or anyone else, so I stuck my head phones in my ears and put my head down.
I am so tired, I wish I could go to my corner behind the library.
A few minutes later there was a tap on my arm and I looked up to see Jake. He was holding a pen and he passed me a note.
The note read "can we talk? Its so noisy in here, pass notes."
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Isolated
Teen Fiction16 year old Shannon is a lonely quiet girl. She often sits in a corner all by herself. Until one say a boy named Jake moves to her classroom and takes a seat next to Shannon. Jake has been staring at Shannon for quite a while now. Little does she kn...
