picture above is Katley
Katley's Pov.
The bell rings for 2nd block and I am internally screaming. I am barely halfway through the day and I feel like I am going to strangle someone. Of course I don't show it though. I smile and wave at some people in the hallway as I make my way to my favorite class. English. I love writing. The way it feels to just let everything out on a piece of paper is the best. Words just start to flow and its like you have to pry the pen out of my hands just to get me to stop.
The majority of the class let out groans when the teacher begins telling us our new writing assignment. "This month's assignment is Passion," Mrs. Beckham starts to say. That seems pretty easy. "But there is a twist." Oh great. "You will have partners," I hear my name called repeatedly and a few of the students sitting near me ask if I will be their partner. Before I can answer, Mrs. Beckham states that she will be picking the groups. I drop my shoulders in relief and carry on with listening to the assignment. We will have three weeks to get to know our partner and one to write about the thing we believe they are most passionate about. As Mrs. Beckham is calling out the list, Zack turns to me and says he is throwing a killer party Friday and that the hopes to see me there. I tell him I will be there for sure and I turn my attention back to Mrs. Beckham. Zack is the quarterback and we grew up borderline friends so we hangout every now and then but it's mostly just to party. "Katley and Cameron, you two will be working together." I throw a smile at Cameron and think to myself that this might actually be fun.
When Cameron and I were in about second grade, we had a small conversation but he was so quiet I figured he didn't really want to be bothered by some annoying little girl so I left him alone. We've grown up in the same school but over the nine years, only had that single conversation in elementary school.
I have always admired Cameron from a distance though. In second grade I remember looking through his drawings. He was an amazing artist back then, and I can only imagine how much his talent has grown. Cameron is in art II and last year I went to the art show they put on expecting to see some of his work but he never showed. He has always been kind of a loner. I can respect that though. Sometimes I hate being known as the "life of the party." Everyone automatically expects me at any social gathering when, in reality, I would much rather be at home lost in my books with a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream instead.
After second block I decide to skip lunch and third block to write. I had a lot of ideas this morning that I never got to write down. I make my way out to the schools hidden courtyard behind the main building. There aren't any windows out here so I come and sit under a tree while I write or read. Getting settled, I pull out my headphones and notebook.
I get so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the bell ringing which signals the end of fourth block. I head out to my car and throw my bag into the back before pulling out of the parking lot. I head straight home and change into sweats before sitting down at my desk to write some more.
I want to be a writer but my thoughts are so scattered and I feel like I will never get them all together.
A good hour later, I pull out my phone and send Cameron a text.
Me: Hi! I was just wondering when you would like to start on our project?
A few seconds later he replied.
Cameron: umm it doesn't matter to me. When are you free?
Me: now lol. How is tonight around 6? My parents won't be home so we can order pizza :-)
Cameron: Okay sounds good to me! see ya at 6!
Me: See ya at 6!
