[ON HOLD] The Chronicles Of Your Average High School Loser

WEEK 6.10 OF OCT 10th

Monday

HOMECOMING COUNTDOWN

18 more days!

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        Today Sharon and Dakota asked me if I would like to sit with them at lunch. Sharon's eyes were wide with fear. Ah ha ha ha she thinks I'm going to take the note to Mr. Newt. Well, I might, though . . . it would serve here right if Sharon got a nice, long sip of her own medicine. Or whatever she feeds. Poison, perhaps? 
        By the way, I said No Thank You.

Tuesday

        Juliet took me to the mall today. Thirty seconds before the bell rung, she caught my arm, and dragged me out the front entrance.

        She jumped into her car (which I am totally not jealous of . . . who am I kidding. I AM. I mean, how come she gets a car at sixteen but Mom says wherever I need to go, either she or Juliet will take me. Like, if I had my own car, then I could just as simply take myself) and beckoned me inside. I followed her dumbly, not really knowing what I was doing, but forced to trust Juliet because I never cut class before. I hoped this wasn't regular for her though. She was supposed to be that stereotypical all As girl who was sweet, smart and popular all at once. Which she was. But that's . . . not the point.
        She swung us over to the mall. To shop for dresses for Homecoming, she said.
        This fact took me ten seconds to register. But when it did, I blew on her.  "Are you serious? Are you mad? You made me cut my first class so we could go shopping?! For dresses??!"
        She rolled her eyes playfully. "Girl, calm down. First of all, I didn't make you come -"
"Uh, yes, you did. You kidnapped me. And shoved me in your car."
        "And second of all," she continued, ignoring my comment, "You're making shopping sound worse than it really is."
        "Juliet . . ." I groaned, as she grabbed my arm again and dragged me down the woman's gowns aisles.

        She pulled out an assortment of dresses, holing each in front of her, or shoving them in front of me, then draping them over her arm.
        I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing, so I stood there awkwardly, my usual stance when situation called for it.
        "Oh, come on," she laughed, shoving a purple floor-length dress at my face.
"Loosen up! Try something on!"
        So I did. 
I took the purple dress that she stamped on my dress, and took it to the dressing room, and pulled it on with Juliet's eyes watching my every move.
        I zipped it up from back, then turned to look at myself in the mirror. The dress was actually surprisingly soft and long, all silky and curvy, making my waist look small and bringing out a little more cleavage than I was used to showing. But for the first time, I actually felt . . . pretty?
        Juliet stared at me for a whole two minutes, then she met my eyes, and whispered, "Perfect."

Wednesday

        I love school. I love life. I love everything. ILOVELOVELOVETHEUNEVERSEOHYESIDO.
Cause today, another perfecto meeting was held. 
        Samuel sat next to me again. Even though he was early and there were plenty of other seats next to plenty of girls open.
        He glanced at me multiple times, each one sending me in a flurry of new butterflies. He looked like he wanted to say something. He didn't though.
        The senior (his name is Greg, I think) stood at the head again, along with another senior girl at his side.
        He clapped his hands to silence us, and then the girl went on to explain that today we would be placing votes for whoever wanted to run for Student Gov. Meaning that we would now vote those who were here to run for President and etc. The rest of the school would be voting tomorrow. CAUSE AHHAHAHAWEARESPECIAL.
        She explained the procedure further, then told us to take one and pass it on, and then handed the first guy a stack of papers. And made sure he took one and passed it on. To the person on the left. The someone who was on my left.
        Whelp.
It took time, but the stack finally found it's way over to me. I took one, and passed the rest to Samuel. On my left. I noticed he had two rings on his middle finger. They were both gold. And plus his hands looked nice. I shouldn't have noticed these things though. I think I'm better off pretending I didn't. Even though it was hard to, because he smirked when he purposely brushed his finger against my thumb. I ripped my hand away and squeezed my eyes tight.
        On the outside I made myself angry. On the inside, I was like YEEESSSSS.
        We finished early, so after Greg and the senior girl (Trista) explained that the Prep. Com. would be placing work spaces next week, they told us we were dismissed, and we could either sit here and wait for whatever or go leave and wait somewhere else for whatever.
        Apparently, Juliet already left for home with her car, so that meant a 20 minute wait for the bus. Or a forty five minute walk home. So I din't move.
        Samuel didn't move either.
        He sat there for a moment, staring at his hands with a small smile on his face. Then he abruptly turned to me.
        "So," he drawled. "Charlotte, is it?"
My throat threatened to clog, but I swallowed hard and turned to him, mustering all I've got. Icandothisthing.
        "Uh, yeah. I'm Charlotte. But my friends - I-I mean . . . I mean my - people - " ohmyGod "-people call me Charlie. Instead of Charlotte." OhthankGodImaditoutalive.
        He smiled. "Same with me. My name is Samuel, but I prefer Sam."
I fished in my the small portion of my brain called "responses when reacting socially" for some response that wouldn't make me sound like a complete idiot.
        "Cool . . . name . . .?" Could've done better . . .?