Chapter 4 - School Tour

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Blaire Andrews

It's 6:30 a.m. I got up and made my bed. I ran down to the guess room where Kathy was sleeping. I knocked on the door and I heard a small moan. She's probably enjoying her sleep right now-I could tell-.

"Kathy, I'm coming in." I alarmed her and opened the door to see her still on her bed with her hair in her mouth. "Come on, Kathy. You need to get up or we're going to be late!"

She covered her face with a pillow and continued on sleeping. Is it hard to ask her to get up? What should I do to make her get up? Think, Blaire, think. Oh!

"So, you won't get up?" She stayed still on the bed. She wasn't listening. I ran downstairs and quickly grabbed two pans in the kitchen. I plastered as small smirk on my face. You know what I'm gonna do next. I ran back to Kathy's room and banged the two pans together making noises in her room.

"Still won't get up!" I said, still banging the two pans together. She stood up and shouted.

"Ok! Stop!" She looked at the clock on the bedside table. "It's only 6:35 a.m. I don't get up until 7!" She fell back on her bed and covered herself with the thick comforter.

"Well, we have a tour at the school today." I walked to the window and opened the blinds and windows, letting the light and fresh air enter. She then get up and rolled her eyes.

"Go and take a shower. And go to my room after, I have clothes to let you borrow. In exchange of what you've done for me." I got out of her room to cook some breakfast and then showered.

"Blaire, where's my clothes?" I heard Kathy screamed as I finished my business in the bathroom.

"It's the one on the left side of the bed!" I shouted back. I let her barrow my mint green sweater and a gray skinny jeans. I got out if the bathroom and saw her all done. "You look nice!" I complimented her.

"Well, thank you!" She bowed down and smiled. "There's pancakes downstairs." I alarmed her. She got out my room and ate. I followed after I got done dressing up for the day and we were on our way to school.

Kathryne Blanchard

Blaire was kind enough to let me barrow her clothes. But, my luck was terrible enough to let me ride the school bus, it was such a mess. But finally, we reached Eastwood High. Blaire and I prepared ourselves to walk on the hallways as every, and I mean every, make out session is to be held. Why won't the principal warn them or, be more intense, suspend them! It's not proper to kiss in hallways, this is a school, people! Some-nope, let me correct that-I mean, every girl in this school are such sluts, well, except Blaire, she looks so innocent. Good thing it's still eary and there's not much people in the hallways but there are still a few make out sessions.

We got to our lockers and got all the essentials we needed for today. Seems quiet too. Ok, a little bit too quiet. Then I heard a bang on a locker door. I turned my face and saw Blaire sighed in relief after shutting her locker door.

"So, ready for the tour." She stood straight and smiled widely as if I didn't see her sigh. Just by a look on her eyes, there was emotion but were quickly covered with clouds of laughter and smiles. I wanted to ask her about it but she might find me weird.

"Uh, yeah. Just let me grab my backpack." I just shook it out and maybe ask her later, when confidence will hit me. I wore my backpack and we walked in the hallways like she was some sort of guardian and I was the tourist.

"Ok, this is the library and right over here we have the science laboratory." We walked to the basketball court and she showed me where the girls' gym lockers were. This school was huge! I thought it was just classrooms and libraries but they have a swimming pool, a swimming pool. Now I really sound ignorant. Whatever! I'm having the time of my life! I really feel hyped about today. Exploring the unexplored. But, my mood changed when the bell rang. Blaire and I didn't get to finish the tour because this school was huge and we didn't have enough time so we thought we would just continue it during lunch break.

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