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christian is amazing. the dopest, chillest, most interesting person i've ever met in my whole entire life.
"christian is great. like really great. like amazing," i go on to blair, in study hall. the teacher that we have during study hall basically sleeps the entire period, so we have the whole period to ourselves.
"i get it, stella. you really like him," blair responds, annoyed.
"i think i might love him."
blair stares at me wide eyed.
"you only met him yesterday. don't get ahead of yourself," she replies.
i scoot closer to her and put my pouty face on.
"why are you mad? you wanted me to get together with him in the first place. you basically helped me stalk him!" i state.
she sighs and puts a tired grin on.
"i'm sorry, hun. but that's all you talk about now! everything is about christian, christian, christian! for once i'd just like to talk about geometry," she says getting out her geography homework.
i slap the homework out of her hand.
"you've got to be kidding me," i retort.
i get out my journal and start writing more.
"time. i see the clock ticking---"
i erase that.
"tick tock, tick tock. seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes. you can't stop time but there is only a limited amount that you can't afford to waste. breathing wastes time. sleeping wastes time. eating wastes time. talking wastes time. thinking wastes time. writing wastes time! but the one thing that doesn't waste time is loving, enjoying, caring. and when everyone is so busy fighting, they're wasting time. time isn't something you should take for granted. remember."
i take one look at the work i just created and tear it out. i stuff it in my backpack so i can put it in my secret drawer. sometimes i like to write deep thoughts. i guess it expands my mind a little. it definitely makes me feel a little more wiser and deeper and such.
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after study hall is over, lunch starts. i grab my french fries, sliced melons and chicken bites then i look for my friends who were sitting right in the corner where they usually do.
fatima azzi was already the first one there. we were friends since the sixth grade. no one in my class liked her because at the sixth grade meeting, her family had head coverings and also she was pudgy. but we became friends after we gushed over our obsession of covergirl makeup.
"hello stella!" she welcomes me. "welcome to 'glamorous plaza'!"
glamorous plaza it's what we called our lunch table.
soon we noticed blair with tamako (pretty asian girl in our geometry class) and then gia (girl who became part of our group last year) came last.
"so hello, fellow friends," gia addresses.
they all take out their sandwiches while i talk about my 'date' with christian.
"it was like a literal dream out of a fairy tale!" i exclaim.
"did you guys kiss?" fatima questions.
"no, but he motioned to hug me at the end," i answer.
"wasn't that your first date?" gia asks.
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finding the boy {christian akridge}
Fanfic"you're too cute," i whisper in his ear. he chuckles. "not as cute as you." + lower case intended.
