Irritated Much?

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Lex pov

Just a moment ago my mood was better but my mood had just that quickly gone from content to irritated. Analah had to go to the office for fighting...or at least that's what I heard from this girl named Bridget that sat across from her. Just for a couple of moments when she was sitting in here and me and her were talking like old times in Manhattan. While I had sat there with her I had caught myself daydreaming again about when me and her were at her grandma's house out in the country and we were sitting in a clearing not too far from the wheat fields.

(Flashback)
"Keep up Lex! This is a race! Slow poking is not allowed!" Analah called back while running ahead of me through the wheat fields, those long, frizzy, toffee brown curls trailing as she ran ahead of me. Her long legs drove into the wheat and dry field grass and finally I decided to kick up my momentum. So I finally ran ahead of her and finally made it to our little clearing. "TADA! WHOSE THE SLOWPOKE NOW NALAH?!" Analah laughed and collasped on the ground beside me laughing. In that moment I stared at her in pure adoration and like always she looked beautiful. With her smooth cocoa skin, long frizzy toffee curls, wide dark brown doe eyes, pretty pink lips, and a face speckled in tiny cute freckles across the cheeks....But right now those eyes were closed and a soft sigh was parting her lips. "Lex....I'm moving...." Those were the words that completely shattered my happiness from then til the day she moved.
(Flashback Ended)

"Mr.Emerson!" I flinched from his sudden shout and flicked my gaze over to his. "Sir?" "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" I scowled and shook my head,"No but I would like to know the punishment for skipping class.." "Three days automatic suspension..." I grabbed my things and began to leave,"Well then I'll see you in three days..." With that I left out to go find Analah myself, all the while thinking about those pretty eyes.

Analah in m.m

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