Unforgettable.

I walked into the classroom and found a seat smack-dab in the middle of the classroom. It was perfect. Not close to the teacher where I would get in trouble easily (not that I got in trouble anyways) and be asked all the questions but not too far where I wouldn't be able to hear the teacher and be stuck with the weirdos in the back. The rest of the class began to flood in and I felt my nerves get the best of me. I started to bite what was left of my finger nails and put my head down so that all I saw was my desk. "Good morning class my name is Ms. Fenwick. Please take a seat any where you'd like and that will be your permanent seat. However, if you are chattering too much I will move your seat. Now please be silent so I can take roll," my teacher said with her thick accent. No surprise I'm the first one called on the roll sheet, "Lillian Ackley?" I managed to muster out a small "here" and she carried on with the attendance. I was humming All-Star by Smashmouth under my breath and the boy next me leaned over and whispered, "I love that song. I wanna learn how to play that on guitar" I could hear the smile in his voice but I just muttered "cool" because I didn't want to look up. The teacher cleared her throat, 'Mr. Horan I'd advised you to say here when I ask whether or not you are present. And we do NOT pick our noses in grade one," the moment she said that all the kids groaned in disgust. I looked up to see him blushing furiously with tears at the brim of both eyes; it  was his turn to put his head down. Some kids were snickering and some were pointing and that made me mad. I'm not sure what caused me to do so, but then I put my finger in my nose and pretended to pull a booger out and flick one in my classmates' direction. They all screamed out even more disgusted than the first time, "Now Miss Ackley I suggest you take the same advice I gave Mr. Horan. We are all big boys and girls here; time you start acting like it." The boy tapped my shoulder and he smiled at me and giggled a bit. He gave me a fist bump and I couldn't help but smile back. I felt all the kids eyes on me now; pointing, laughing, whispering. But that didn't matter I think I  just made my first real friend...and yet I didn't even know his name.

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It was late morning and there was the perfect breeze carrying my hair off my shoulder. The sun was out and it was the perfect temperature for California fall. I was sitting on my porch writing about my morning in my journal. It was the journal that I kept everything in; from songs and dreams to photo booth pictures and movie ticket stubs. My mother always told me to make a memory out of everything big or small because it will always have some sort of place in your heart. She would tell me that every chance she got. From when I was little, when my father left us and my brother for some cheap whore, when she had stage four breast cancer... After she passed, from then on I promised her and myself that I would take her advice seriously and that's when I started writing everyday. Our grandparents passed away a long time ago so when I was twelve and my brother was fifteen we moved from Ireland to California to live with our god mother Claire and her family. She was my mother's business partner she took over the company and moved it to Los Angeles when she passed; she was rich and her husband Jack was a successful realtor and she had four sons. They lived the "California dream" I suppose. I tried to be as good as possible and never get myself into trouble and carry the weight of their huge reputation on my shoulders, Noah however did not. Claire couldn't stand having him live with us. Bringing home Fs, partying all the time; finally she just got him his own apartment when he was old enough because she couldn't deal with him anymore. We saw each other whenever we got the chance but I missed him always being around. I made a few friends throughout middle school and high school but my best friend was Alexandra. Well Alex for short. We got along after we both learned we both had the same taste in music and that both of our fathers were assholes. She came over everyday because she didn't want me to be around her mom and her dick boyfriend and she didn't like Claire either but she'd rather deal with her. My thoughts were interrupted when I recieved a text from Alex.