Chapter 3:Spanish class

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"Locker 4029...Locker 4029" I whispered to myself, looking for my locker.

Aaa ha! There it is.

When I opened the locker. I taped my schedule to the inside of my locker and looks like I have...

BEEEEEEPP! The bell rung. Lunch hour.

Dozens of kids filled the hall, all I heard was the sound of opening and closing lockers.

I closed my locker, to see Ashely standing there.

"Well?" she said "How was the library?"

"Alright" I said trying to walk past her, but she stopped me.

"Nobody walks away from me like that!" she shouted as she pushed me and walked away and I dropped my books.

Here we go with the bullying.

"Woah... hey there you must be new?" a guy said to me as I picked up my books.

"I'm Caleb, and I see you met our school mean girl Ashely"

"Yeah" He was on the cute side, but he was just normal average kid.

"Well, do you have a lunchbuddie?

"A lunch what?"

"Someone to sit with at lunch?" he laughed" I just wanted to see if you can smile"

"Oh" I smiled."Then no, I don't. I'm new remember?"

"Yeah let's go then, cafeteria is this way"
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Believe it or not, Caleb was a total flirt. I found out he was on the basketball team and he loved Skrillex...

After lunch, I went to Spanish class.

"Hey, I know you!" Someone whispered."You're from dance class!" I turned to see my dance partner, Daniel two seats back.

"You're in his dance class?" a girl said.

"You can dance?" another person asked me.

"Yeah, she's good too" Daniel said to them

I blushed. Ruining my spotlight, the teacher walks in "Buenos tardes, muchachos. (Good afternoon, kids)

"Missy, Missy, the new girl is in Daniel's dance class!" Somebody shouted.

"Really? Can you dance salsa?" She asks.

"Anyways let's get class started!"

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After the whole dance class thing that Daniel had started in Spanish class,I kept being asked the same question throughout my last two periods (5th and 6th)

Yes! I dance!

A/n

Hey guys! What do you think of the word getting around that Jess can dance??? Guess now they have to see for themselves right??

And when you go to Spanish class you might call your teacher señor or señorita,but I did some school in Puerto Rico and we called our teachers Missy or Mr. Just thought it would be fun to include that...

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