Abi POV:
So I'm actually doing my work, while Livy constantly poking me in the shoulder.
"Will you quit it!" I yelled while smacking her hand away.
"Oww! Looks like someone is on their period." she whined. I smacked her again. I could tell she was staring daggers at me as I shrug her comment off and go back to work. Ugh. Okay, no more distractions. Writing frantically, as words flowed into my head, into my hand and on the paper.
Poke.
Okay, that was probably on accident. I need to focus.
Poke.
Let's forget about that. Keep with the flow Abigail!
Poke.
Forget it. Forget this paper. Forget my grades, my college, my life!
"WHAT LIV!"
"Abi, look he's doing it again." I looked over to Bryce to see his head rock back and forth, as soft sound illuminate from him.
"He's so weird." I say shaking my head, laughing to myself. God sometimes I worry for that boy.
Bryce glares at us, and says something, probably dumb, in response. I go back to my work, but as I work I start writing the lyrics to Bryce's song! UGHH! I swear, mental reminder to kill off Liv and Bryce anytime I need to do homework. I could tell Liv was getting angry, because it seem like she was drawing a hangman version of Bryce. We both look at each other. An evil grin popped up on my face, while I knew what would make him shut up. I picked up my fist and punched him lightly but enough to make him quiet. All in all I basically punched him. Making him whine like a baby. Mental note, bring duct tape.
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That sums Us all Up
Teen FictionHere's a little math. 1 Senior year PLUS 6 wack jobs, Bryce, Olivia, Abigail, Allen, Alex, and Jacob. What does that make? The best and craziest Senior year! warning this is super FUNNY! ... well, to me anyway