A.N. : Welcome to hell.
B.M. : I am pleased to introduce the Devil herself, Mrs. P.
S.P. : Guys? Really? Are we really doing this?
A.N. : Shut up. It’s the first day of school and a Moanday.
S.P. : I’m pretty sure it’s Monday.
B.M. : Shut up, Ms. Smartypants. I could be home right now, tweeting.
S.P. : Aren’t you doing that right now? Don’t see what you guys see in social networking.
A.N. : Hehehe, unlike you we don’t live under a rock. You don’t even have a phone.
S.P. : I have a landline. It’s enough or you two donkeys will call for no odd reason.
A.N. : There is, however, one good thing about today.
S.P. : What?
B.M. : The new guy.
A.N. : Ooh la la! What an a**!
S.P. : Is he a distant relative of you two donkeys?
B.M. : I wish! She means that his a** is smoking hot.
S.P. : I believe it’s ar**. I can’t believe you would sink that low.
A.N. : So British.
S.P. : I’m not American.
A.N. : You’re not British either.
B.M. : Burn.
A.N. : My God, is that him?
B.M. : IT is! He’s ten minutes late and Mrs. P didn’t scream!
S.P. - Why is everyone ignoring me?
A.N. - Go back to your books, Smartypants.
B.M. - Sh**! Mrs. P alert! TTYL.
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Teen FictionShe met him in the library. They fought over a book. The Hobbit. Of all the books in the world. But something sparked among the musty pages of a quiet afternoon read....A high school romance. [Synopsis sucks. Anyone want to suggest a better one?]
