It was a beautiful day at Rangel. The homework was given, the smell of tests filled the hallways, and the pencils were writing beautiful essays in Ms. Simpson's room and Mr. Nichols' room. Me, Angela, Alyssa, Joy, Sonja, Bella, and Melanie were walking down the hallway together. Angela punches me on the shoulder.
"What the heck was that for?"
"That was for making me trip in gym."
"I had to, it was the freaking purpose of the game! It was dodge ball! You suppose to dodge the balls!" I say, with a raise in my voice.
"Still, I can punch you for that." She says, and flips her hair.
I roll my eyes, but then I smile. Yes, she may have anger issues, but she's still a good friend. We walk to lunch and sit down. She looks over my shoulder and sees me writing in my journal.
"OMG! ARE YOU WRITING ABOUT ME?!"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Don't play with me, Ne'Covia." She says, with a death stare. I tease her with her own signature cringe.
"What are you doing?" She asks me, with great suspicion and disgust in her eyes.
"I'm cringing."
"Stop it. It's weird."
