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Arriving at school on the bus is always annoying, you have to wait for all the little kids to get off, then you finally get off. I should be happy cause its Friday, right? Well, I'm not particularly happy. The day will most likely drag on, and people will annoy me until I'm ready to snap. Then there is Kayla who will talk about boys, and who is cuter and would be a better boyfriend. And maybe, I'm not interested in that.

“Hey Emily, ooh I really like your hair today!” I smiled and replied, “Hey Kayla, thanks.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the yard, and near the doors.

“So! What do you think of Braden?” I thought for a second. “He's a total man whore. But, cute.” Rolling her eyes and smiling she says, “I mean, is he boyfriend material for me? Or no.” “Hmm…” I thought for a second, scanning the yard for Mackenzie. “I mean, do you really like him?” She looked over at him and then back at me. “I think so.” “Then go for it.” She smiled. “Okay, I'll ask him out tonight!” “Aight.” We stood there in silence, until the bell rang and everyone stood in front of the doors

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((In class))

“We all know the basics. Like, 1,2,3 and 100,10,102. Right?” My teacher, Mrs.Dupius, stands at the front of the class, waiting for the class to agree with her. Eventually, a few mumbled rights are said and she continues on to talk about negative numbers blah,blah,blah. I look over st Kayla, who has her eyes “focused” on our teacher, when really she probably is off in her own little world. While looking at Kayla, I realize how long her eyelashes are, and how straight her hair is. And, to be completely honest, I felt a bit jealous. I focused back on Mrs.Dupius who was moving on from negative numbers, to subtracting and adding with negative numbers. Boring. I look off to the white board that my teacher I beside and start thinking. Not about anything particular.

“Emily?..... Emily?” “Oh, um yes?” “Can you please answer the question, -14+6?” “Uhm, -8?” “Correct!” Oh jeez, that's embarrassing. I could feel my cheeks heating up. That's why I can't zone out I'm class. The teacher always calls on me. Well, maybe that's over exaggerating but, whenever I zone out, she calls on me.

The rest of the class went by quite quickly, surprisingly. And, Mrs.Dupius decided to not assign homework. Score! Now, time to hang out with Mackenzie, for 20 minutes.

°A/N: Hi, sorry for the shorter chapter. I couldn't really think of anything else to write. And, I'm convinced this book is going to suck, so I'm a little nervous about writing it.