Aftermath (Part 6)

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She was very surprised of what I did, but then she started kissing back. We pulled apart and I said "Gala, will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes of course!" she said blushing like a strawberry. "Bye!" "Bye!" I rode home really happy. I can't wait to see her tomorrow!

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I wheeled my bike around back and looked at my watch. It read 7;30. Shoot, mom is gonna go crazy. I took my key to the house out and went inside. I went upstairs and went to room as quietly as I could. I took off my watch and put on my bedside table, then I went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and came back to my room, put on my headphones and laid on my bed.

*Intro to Angel Beats* Oh It's morning. I threw on some random clothes and went downstairs. I didn't see mom anywhere. I bet she must be just running late. I made lunch and breakfast. I put on my shoes and got my backpack, "Bye Mom!" I said as I ran out the door. I got on the bus and just thought of Gala on the way there. When we got off the bus I went to say hi to Angel. I saw her and walked over there, "Hey Angel" "Oh hey Torro what's up?" "The sky" I say in a very sarcastic tone. "Haha very funny, 10/10 joke" Angel says. "Well of course its a good joke it's from me". We both laugh and head towards the entrance. "Yo Angel I have to tell you something" I say. "And what's that?" she says. "Nah I'll tell you later" knowing that would most likely get her angry, just to mess with her. "Hey you can't do that!" "Just did, tell you in fourth!" I say as I run down the hallway.

Most of the day was pretty boring, just going over boring stuff. It only got less boring when I got to fourth period. I went into the class casually but a little scared to tell Angel what happened. I go to my normal seat and sit down. When Angel walks in and comes to my seat in the back she immediately asks me about what I was talking about. "What is this about Torro? Is it about that girl?". Dude how the frick does she know already, freaking wizard. "Yes, it might be about the girl".

A/N
Yo whoever is reading this, probably not many, but half of this Part was from 6th grade and I'm in *cough* 8th grade. So the rest of the story will be different, for better or worse.

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