Chapter 9

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Ryder

       I was just scribbling on my paper waiting for our group to go. After Jared presented our… I mean his paper the play was up. We were the last people to do our project. I walked up with Rae and Jasmine. So it turns out that an iceberg doesn’t say all that much so we made Jasmine the narrator, she started.

            “The date is April 10th, 1912 and Titanic is setting sail from Southampton, England, with 2,224 passengers. No one knew that only 700 people would live to survive to tell the story.” I stopped listening. I had heard it so many times that I felt like I was on Titanic. Half of the play went by fast. Considering it was almost all Jasmine telling the story.

            “Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good

humor.” I said my line. Jack had an easy life. I would kill for it now, get paid and then some girl takes off there cloths for you. I guess the drawing wouldn’t be that much fun but oh well. The kiss was coming up. I wonder if Rae is going go through with it.

            “You’re so stupid Rose. Why did you do that? You’re so stupid.” I exclaimed.

            “You jump, I jump right?” She said. I have to give her credit she was putting more feeling into it. “Oh god I couldn’t go” I grab either side of her face and leaned in half way. Then I leaned in all the way.  The kiss was only for a second and then the bell rung. I heard everyone getting up and getting there stuff. I pulled back and looked at Rae. She was looking down and her face was as red as a tomato. I laughed

            “You three may finish the rest of the skit tomorrow.” Mrs. Brown said as she reached for a tissue. Was she crying? “It’s so sad, and then he just dies!” She said blowing her nose. Yup she was crying. Hoping that makes a good grade.

            “You know if I was to put a tomato up to your face I think you might be redder.” I said to Rae. She didn’t find it as funny as I did. She walked back to her desk and got her bag and walked out of the class. That went better than I thought it would.

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