"Alright, alright. I need to focus." I said, then realized I was talking to an empty house.
"And now I'm going crazy."
I glanced up at my house. A one story house, with pale peach colored walls with dark wooden doors and huge windows. It was all I could do to pay for it after–
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" I screamed as I glanced at the old grandfather clock. "I AM SO LATE!" I yelled, grabbing my book bag and Ego Waffles and running out the door. I stuffed the waffle into my mouth and chased the bus until it finally stopped for me.
"Hun, you gotta be faster." Edna, the middle aged bus driver, greeted me.
"Thanks Edna, I'll try."
"Good morning, Hun." She smiled as I sat in my seat. I always sit in the very back, where no one else bothers to go because, frankly, they all have friends.
When I got to school, I let my head hang down, watching out for shoes, so I didn't bonk into someone. Of course, like always, I ended up bonking, headfirst, into someone. Luckily, it was my best friend, Louise.
"Oh, hi Louise."
"Hey Dan!" She replied brightly. "Cheer up, only seven hours, sixteen minutes, and forty-nine seconds until school is out." We laughed.
"Louise," I said, as we walked to history class, "Do you ever think that we are just invisible because we aren't interesting?"
"Hey!" She answered, "Not true at all! Don't think like that! We won't be invisible, we won't be denied."
"You're right. Thanks." I said, opening the door for her.
"Why, thank you, kind sir!"
"Of course, m'lady." We took our seats, giggling.
"Is there something you'd like to say to the whole class?" Our teacher interrupted us.
"Ummmmm....." I stared at my shoes, trying to hide my deep blush. Louise seems to notice, clearing her throat. Oh no.
"Um. First of all, I don't think that's really your business. Second of all, since you asked, sure!" She said.
"Excuse you, you little—" Louise cut him off before he could finish.
"We just happened to be talking about the unappreciated founding father, Alexander Hamilton. We were wondering if it was because of him that the constitution states that you have to be originated in the United States? Yes, he had already died by then, but was it him that began the idea that you can't become president unless you are from America?" She asked, smiling. The teacher cleared his throat nervously, he clearly didn't know the answer.
"Well, miss whatever your last name is, you will have to wait until we are talking about that scoundrel. Today, we are talking about Picasso."
"HE IS NOT A SCOUNDREL," She responded, standing up. I pulled her arm. Sit down, oh god. Sit down.
"ALEXANDER HAMILTON SAVED OUR COUNTRY FROM UNENDING DEBT! HE DOES NOT GET ENOUGH CREDIT FOR ALL THE CREDIT HE GAVE US."
"SIT DOWN." The teacher narrowed his eyes, glaring at Louise. Louise smiled, but didn't apologize. She rolled her eyes as she sat down.
"Oh, Louise."
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Oops. Didn't mean to involve Hamilton there. Promise, it won't be that much the future. I'll probably go back and change this chapter and edit it out, I don't know. This chapter was just a filler, but I wanted to introduce Louise.
Hmmmm...anything else that I want to mention right now? I don't think so.
Love ya, thanks for reading my story!
-Namelesss
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