I've never really been good with starting things. I don't like change, I don't like endings either. But, my name is Allison. I go to a small high school with a little less then 300 kids. My only friend, whose name is Cara, walks with me down the freshman wing of the high school, wincing as somewhat familiar faces pass by.
"Hey, do you think there's any hot teachers this year?" She looks up from her dirtied all black vans, and meets her dark brown eyes with my green ones. "I'm hoping there is"
"Why a teacher? Wouldn't you prefer, like, kids our age..?" I giggled, looking down.
"Kids, especially boys, are so immature. All they want is..." She trails off as people push past us, and noticing a teacher passing by.
"All boys want is sex. And to use. And then when they know you have them wrapped around your finger, they use you again before you finally wrap your head around what he's doing"
"Are you talking about Cal?" I smirk, knowing she went back to that asshole. She never does learn.
"He's changed. He told me so" she takes pride in her step, as if she immediately knew I knew what she had done. And I have. I give her the eyebrow and a scowl to go with it, giving her my best, you-dumb-idiot-I-told-you-so look.
"He, he makes mistakes, okay?" She turns her head missing people's eye contact.
"This is why I don't really fuck around with boys that often. They all end up the same way. And older boys do the same thing. I don't know if you're looking for change or for a high grade though...so.." I let out a laugh. Not sure if it's real or fake. Cara gives me a look like she's trying to read a size 3 font, like those boys on Instagram, and we head into the doors on homeroom and take out seats.
"What about Ashton?" I pick up the conversation again, knowing she loved talking about Calum's friends. She starts twirling her hair and smiles that bright, fake white teeth smile.
"Well Ashton is hot but he sleeps around, and well, Michael. Just. I don't know. I just...think..he isn't really my type." She gives me a satisfied look. The people who look very familiar take their seats, and start talking, socializing. Laughing. I wonder if that's a real laugh or not.. I think to myself. Cara notices, and turns around. Thinking that I'm checking out some guy. She does this move where it looks like she's dancing, but really she's just looking through everyone to find 'something special' as she would say.
"Checking out some guy, huh?" She pops her gum that I didn't even know she had in her mouth and sits back in the yellow chair.
"No...? Why do you always think of boys?" I ask curiously and also kind of annoyed that she thinks everyone thinks the same thing, all day, everyday.
"Well...." She twists her lower half, checking out the boys again, as if they would have the answer she was so desperately looking for. I knew the answer, I was just trying to get it out of her.
"Oh my god" she turns her whole body around now. A few of the quiet, shy people who don't really talk and I didn't even know went to this school gasp at how loud she is. I return my attention back to what Cara is blabbing on about.
"Him!!" She points "over there!" I scold her for pointing, it's rude and it makes things a lot more obvious then I'd like it to. I duck my head, not being able to make eye contact with some people.
Suddenly the loud speaker is on, and basically by instinct we stand up to salute the flag. "ladies and gentlemen, please. You're in ninth grade. Stop talking. Be respectful." An unfamiliar voice intrudes the voices, resulting them to die down.
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hurricane.//l.h.
Random"you know, I barely pay attention to science. but today, I actually did." His eyes trail off to something, I don't bother finding out what. "we were talking about hurricanes. how they destroy lives. break your heart. shit like that. now I know why h...
