Hello loves, I just want to clarify that these characters are in the eighth grade, because sometimes when you read a story you might just assume that the characters are 16 or 17 but I just want to let you know that most of the characters are 14. Thank you!
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I'm just coming back from P.E. and getting my s.s. stuff out of my locker when my locker slams shut. Thinking that it is my locker neighbor, Patrick, who I had a crush on in the fifth grade, I groan, "Patricia!" And then I look over at who I thought was Patrick, but was actually Sam.
"Ouch, I'm offended that you forgot my name," he said and clutched his heart.
"Well, maybe next time you don't slam my locker shut," I said and started doing the combination again.
"I get the feeling that you aren't talking to me on purpose," he said and narrowed his eyes.
"Wow. Figure that out yourself, Sherlock?" I said dully and rolled my eyes. Let me tell you that I have my reasons to hate him before you tell me that I am being too harsh.
"Well, can you tell me why?" Sam asked and smiled hopefully.
"Try to figure it out yourself," I said, finally getting my locker open again. Sam frowned and closes it. Again.
"Why?" I ask him shortly, still facing my locker door and staring at it. Then two hands, Sam's hands, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, making me face him.
He leaned in a little closer and whispered, "I know I will get it out of you eventually," and smirked.
"Mmm hmm, okay," I said and pushed him away. Maybe a little too hard, though. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground.
I looked around to see if anyone saw, but luckily everyone had already gone to class. "Your fault, you tripped yourself," I said quickly. I gathered my things and walked off to s.s. before he could react.
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"Miss Carter, you are late," Aniter said as I walked into social studies.
"You don't say, huh?" I said. I was usually rebellious in his class because Aniter's mere presence makes me want to punch someone.
"That is no way to speak to a teacher, Miss Carter."
"I'm terribly sorry," I said dully and took my seat. Sam walked in a few seconds later. Aniter didn't pay much attention to him, though. And then he plopped down right across from me. I just stared down at my work, but I felt a pair of eyes burning a hole on my forehead, and ten bucks says that they were Sam's.
After a few minutes of going over the bell work, Aniter said, "Take out your daily geography to grade now." Aniter's daily geography is probably the most pointless thing I have ever seen, so I never do it. And whenever we don't do our homework, we have to go out into the hall and while it is being graded so that we don't hear the answers for when we actually do it.
