The Bad Boy And The Angel

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The girl up here is what Emma looks like.

Before I start this book, just know it will not be the best book you've ever read. I'm trying my absolute hardest. I'm sorry if there are a few errors and spelling mistakes but doesn't it always come with a show? Anyways, off to read, you go! Bye!

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"Emma, are you ready to leave?" My foster mom calls.

I answer her back saying,"Yea, I'll be there in a minute."

I quickly look over my outfit for school, which was a black crop top that had pink 'slay' on it. I then had my ankle high white and pink socks that said pink on them. I had my booty shorts that didn't rise too high but just enough. And then my 'Timbs' shoes. Just for the sake of it, I threw on a flannel over my shorts.

I'm a shadow, so to say. So I stay in the back of the classroom of Grover Beach High School. Senior isn't so bad, actually. The work is hard, sure, but its rather relaxing for me. See, I'm a nerd. I may look like a cool girl, but I'm not. No one knows my name, no one knows anything about me. Except for my best friend, Maddy. We've been best friends since we were in preschool. My british accent is a dead giveaway that no one knows what the bloody hell I'm saying.

My foster mom works as a school teacher so she drops me off first and then goes to the middle school.

When I step through the threshold of what I like to call a hell hole, I'm almost blown away by the cold breeze the school provides, considering Cali is almost always warm.

I get to my locker when I'm greeted by my dear Maddy.

"Hello, Madeline. How are you?" I greet politely.

"Listen Em. Its Maddy. You know I hate Madeline." She spat in a jokingly manner.

"Well my dear friend, does it look like I bloody care?" I laughed and she chuckled and shoved my shoulder gently.

We eventually made our way to A.P. class and sat down in the back.

"Did you hear about who slept with Chase Matthews?" She asked me in a hushed tone.

"No, who?" I answered curiously.

"Bethany White. Can you believe it?" She asked me in a dramatic hushed voice.

I chuckled. "I think the whole school can believe it. She's the school whore. She even calls herself the bloody school whore." I whispered still working on my assignment.

She laughed so hard she couldn't breathe. "Damn you just did her dirty!" She said in a regular tone to make it sound like she was yelling if she was whispering.

I chuckled and continued on working.

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It was finally time for lunch and I wasn't hungry at all.

We walked to the bench outside so that we overlooked the beach.

"Maddy, I'm not eating today. Want my wrap?" I asked her while squinting at her, since the sun was beaming down on us.

"No thanks. I'm not eating either," she gasped after a second." ARE WE SICK? WE ALWAYS EAT!!" she shouted feeling if she has a fever.

I laughed at her and continued looking at all the people.

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Lunch just ended and we are on our way to English, which happens to be my favorite subject.

"Okay, everyone. I am your substitute teacher for the day. So listen to my rules and we'll get along just fine!" The old lady said monotonously.

The old lady teacher had many bags under her eyes, and all across her face. She wore a pink turtle neck long sleeve with pink sweatpants that rose a little higher than the ankle. Her shoes looked like wanna-be sketchers, but the old lady kind, if you know what I mean.