Hey y'all!! I hope you are all enjoying this story! I know it kind of stinks, but please read till the end. I cannot wait to give you the rest!!
The song for this chapter is 'Water' by PTX - Idk the url sorry guys you'll have to look it up on YouTube or something.
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Sunday. Oh Sunday. I think about Blake all day, replaying last night over and over again.
It was so nice, the way he held me. The way he treated me. He was more than friendly to me, which is more than I could've asked for. His hug was so sincere, so warm, so familiar. But I know it could never be real.
Monday rolls around, and with dad gone I have no motivation whatsoever to go to school. But alas, I must get a gpa of 4.0 in order to keep the family honor. Or whatever. Really, I don't see why we need to go to a cold building full of socially awkward delinquents to learn us a thing that the government calls 'knowledge', when they don't teach us the real stuff like how to apply for a job, or do taxes, buy a car, raise a family, basic social skills, and the list goes on.
Summer can hurry up and come already, that's my opinion. It's a very good opinion.
With that rant out of the way, I'd like to say this: Get me out of here.
Math class: ugh. Computer tech class: why did I take you? Drama: thank you for the mood booster, you are a life saver.
We just mess around during drama. No work, all play. Speaking of play, our drama teacher gives us homework for the first time like, ever. We are to pick three other people in our class to make a silent film with.
Oh the fun we will have.
Then during World History, we are forced to work silently on our maps, studying away the hour. For the life of me, I honestly cannot remember where Zimbabwe is! Just as I am coming to the conclusion that is somewhere near Canada, my pencil breaks and I am forced out of my living space to find a pencil sharpener.
On the way over, Nat looks at me with pain in her eyes and a desperate plea for help forming on her silent lips. The teacher wouldn't let her sit in the empty seat next to me because of what happened last time. Honestly, she sits in the seat directly behind me, we get in enough trouble from there, why not just let her sit next to me?
I shrug helplessly and continue to sharpen my pencil. Some commotion outside attracts my attention, but I ignore it. Once satisfied my pencil won't break, I go back to my desk, hitting Nat on the back of the head when I pass.
She glares at me, and I laugh. "You know you love me." I whisper teasingly before I continue coloring.
"Do I?" Nat hisses.
"I don't know, do you?" I mock, receiving a shush from surrounding students, and a glare from the teacher.
The commotion outside the classroom becomes louder, and a few heads turn. Then someone opens the door, and I realize what's going on.
It's the cheerleaders. The entire team/squad/group-whatever they call themselves- is leading a poor new kid to class, and making a huge scene out of it. They all chatter over one another, trying desperately to be heard over the others. Oh, how I hate cheerleaders.
I turn around to glare at them, but my anger evaporates when I lock eyes with the poor guy in the middle of the herd of loud girls in pink.
Blake.
His annoyance disappears when he sees me, and he raises his hand to be seen over the flock of girls.
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