Chapter 2

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*Brenda *

I've been waiting for marisol at her locker like we always do at 7:30 on the dot. She's never late i don't know what's going on. I backed away from her locker and reared someone from behind.

"Watch where you're going." I slowly picked up his two books staring into his eyes. They were beautiful. It was just something about them, the way they glistened in the light. They were just a normal brown but i loved them.

"Im sorry i didn't mean to bump you like that." I explained.

"You're name is brenda right?" He walked toward the less crowded part of the hallway and leaned against the brick wall.

"Yeah thats my name, youre name is chris right?" I wasnt sure about his name but as of right now i didn't care at all.

"Craig, craig is my name." He shook his annoyed blonde head and rushed off. I stood there in a daze. I dont know he was just different.

"Helloooooo!! Helloooooo? Brenda?" Marisol snapped me out of my daze.

"Oh hey were have you been?" I tried to play it off i know how marisol is. She can be a little stuck up. Marisol handed me her duffle bag to carry as the bell rang and we strutted to class.

Marisol doesn't have a lot of friends no one really likes her at all. We sit in the back right corner with the big table and the two padded chairs. "What do you think about craig?" I mumbled "Craig? Craig Crippen?" She laughed hysterically. "Brenda we dont associate with those kind of people." I rolled my eyes and pulled out my pink sparkly mirror. Marisol and I have been friend's for years but she is a stuck up bitch.

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