Winter break is over

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*Catherine's pov*

That following Monday, we had to return to school. I was currently in 1st period. Mrs. Guatemala's voice was making me fall asleep. Gosh I'm so tired I wish Zayn was here.

Mrs. Guatemala was talking about the new chapter. She just wouldn't stop talking. It felt like I was dying of boredom. I needed some entertainment. I hoped that we would do something interesting soon.

*Rachael's pov*

Niall and I were in 2nd period I was actually not bored. Math was my favorite subject. I knew Niall was not having too much fun though. The teacher was probably boring him by her constant talk about equations. Luckily for him, class would be over in thirty minutes.

*Kirsten's pov*

Liam and I were in fifth period. It was almost lunch. This was our favorite class choir. The song we were working on just happened to be by Connor Maynard. The song was called "Vegas girl." The beat of the song started to play throughout the room.

*Maya's pov*

Harry and I were so glad that it was lunch time. Harry and I grabbed a chicken sandwich and a soda from the Deca snack bar. I went with Harry to over where my friends were.

The popular table. Yeah I know I am sort of popular. But I'm not like all the other popular girls. If I was Harry wouldn't like me and I wouldn't be as nice as I am.

I guess it's because I'm not a cheerleader. I'm not the stereotypical rich popular girl. I guess that's also why not all my friends are popular. I have never wanted to be like anybody else in my supposed "clique." This is probably why Harry and I are a perfect match.

I know that all the other girls besides Kirsten and Miriam are completely envious of me. I have even lost some if my friends because of Harry and I's relationships. I usually don't care but today I was deep in thought for some reason.

*Miriam's pov*

I was in my last period now. Which meant that winter break had been over for almost a whole day. Louis and I were trying to keep ourselves happy. When Louis would look away I would cry just a little and take out my safety scissors from my backpack...

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