"Mija!" My father called from downstairs "the school sent us a letter! Come down to read it with me!"
"Okay!" I holler before clamoring off my bed and down the stairs. What could this be about?
I reach the end of the steps and slip on the hardwood floor, falling onto my stomach "fuck!"
"What was that, Camila?" My father asks, thankfully not hearing what I said
"Nothing!" I get up and smoothly walk into the living room, sitting beside my dad on the couch. "Okay, let's open it."
My father grins before carefully tearing the envelope open, revealing a yellow notice. This must be important.
"Dear Cabello family. Your child, Camila Cabello has shown significantly higher grades than other students in their class. We have seen several other students performing the same way, which is why we have decided to place all grade 10 students that show extraordinary intelligence into a separate divison of our school. Your child will now be referred to as an 'enlightened' student. Along with your child, around seven other children will all take classes together for the rest of their school time. These classes include: Science, Mathematics, Social Studies, English, Physical Education, Home Economics and Workshop, and Music. We expect your child to remain an A student while in this program, and if their grades drop below a B- they will automatically get put back into their old classes and get the label as an enlightened student removed. We hope you and your child enjoy this fantastic opportunity at our Facility. Thank you."
"Oh... my.." I stare at the paper a while longer before my dad jumps up
"Goodness! You are a honor student! I will call your mother right away Mija I can't believe this!" He takes out his phone and runs away happily while I stay on the couch.
If I get below a B- I could fail as an enlightened. I'm going to have to study for longer periods of time now. I just wonder who I'll be taking classes with?
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"Camila Cabello?" Mr Jackson calls out, looking up from his desk
"Here sir!" I shoot my hand up. God! That was so cringeworthy.
"Hannah Fudd?"
"Here.." a grouchy looking girl sits up and gives a small smile. She's actually really pretty if you get a good look-
"Lauren Jauregui?" Mr Jackson raises an eyebrow
What? Did my ears deceive me because I was thinking of pretty girls?
"Hi!" She squeaks. I turn around.
OH GOD SHE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME. Calm down stupid. It's not like she was your first kiss or anything... oh wait SHE WAS.
We lock eyes as the teacher continues taking attendance "so you got in too?" She smiles and flips her hair back
All I can do is nod. I'm lost in those eyes again. She crinkles her nose and I realize what I'm doing. I turn quickly and I can feel my ears get hot.
"Okay! Welcome to science! I will be your teacher for the rest of the year, you can call me Mr Jackson!" He writes his name on the chalkboard.
"Let's start off with an icebreaker! I want you to turn to the person behind you and say three things about yourself and your favourite animal. Go!" Everyone starts talking at once and I turn around slowly.
"Speed up, Camz we don't have all class" Lauren giggles and I give her a playful look. "Okay you go"
I have to think for a moment "well.. my real first name is Karla, I have a little sister, and I love one direction" I look at the ground bashfully "I dont really have a favourite animal. Now your turn"
Lauren closes her eyes in thought, which gives me a moment to breathe.
"Okay.. I love horses, I adore Lana del Ray and I like Camila Cabello..... and.." My eyes shoot up.
"What?" Her eyes open wide "oh my god"
She raises her hand. "Yes, Lauren?" Mr Jackson grins.
"May I use the washroom?" Her knee is thumping against the table "yes, but go very quick, class starts soon."
And with that, she's out.
What did she say again?
Shit.
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Holy moly! I shocked myself with this one, not gonna lie. Anyways, I'd like to say something for all the people who suffered in France, Japan, Baghdad, Lebanon, and Mexico. So much happened to day and I want everybody reading this to pray or at least send one good thought to people struggling in these countries. I will remember Friday the thirteenth in November, 2015 for the rest of my life.
I love you all and have a good day/night.
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