So I've had a rough day with the teenage/teacher paparazzi. There's only 2 teachers that show they love me but I know all of them do. I mean come on every single one of them. They always try to help with all my studies and stuff but they only get on my nerves.
It was time for 4th period. Yessss! I love 4th period. Peace and quiet. I walk in sit down then I here this.
"Oh hey Kayla. What's up... I soooo need your digits. Like we need to swap numbers!"Crap! No heck no! I can't even! Then Jimmy walks in and simply says...
"Cara just shut up for once and do us all a favor!"
Nice...
"Wow Jimmy that was... That was um, how would I explain this um, that was cool of you to do I guess." Well at least I knew he could talk...
"First of all, thanks. Second, my name is Peter..."
"I'm really sorry." Oops I didn't know. Uhg how could I be so stupid.
"Nah it's fine. It happens a lot."
"Really it does?" Well that's odd.
"No I'm just trying to make you not feel bad..."
Makes sense. Well now that I've talked to him he seems like a great friend. Better than Max! He still hasn't told me! How? Why? To me really. He wouldn't tell me something something I needed to know. But what? What could it possibly be!***RING***
I called Max. He actually answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Max I wanted to know what. Um, what exactly you wanted to tell me..."
"Oh right now. This is not the time. I'm somewhere and I'm not allowed to be calling any girls. So um yea ill talk to you tomorrow. See you later. Bye."What? Did I just get rejected AGAIN!
What's he doing he can't talk to girls right now! He such a loser!I guess I'll go to sleep. I dreamed. I dreamed about what it would be like to have a perfect life. What it would be like if my dad wouldn't come so late all the time. He wouldn't get home at like 10:00 some nights and have to leave at 6:00 in the mornings. To have a mom to comfort me. And then I dreamt about Peter!
Peter!
Why Peter!
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What It's Like to be Popular?
DiversosBeing popular isn't what it seems. At least not for Kayla. What every thing seems isn't what it is...