CH.2

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I arrived at school the next day on my skateboard like usual. Everything felt different. People were greeting me as I walked in and chanting,"Nikita, Nikita."

I awkwardly cleared my throat and said,"Call me Niki for short."

I walked to my locker and found the words IM A LOSER written in permanent marker. First thing that came to mind, Ugh Brittany. Anyways I ignored it and opened my locker. Just when I was 'bout to put my stuff in, a hand grabbed my shoulder so I jumped. When I turned around Damon was starring at me with his cute blue eyes.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked nervously.

"I just wanted to check on my good friend." He replied with a smile.

"Oh okay well you do know we do have first period together right?"

"Yeah"

The bell rang so I stuffed everything in my locker, grabbed my binder, and walked down the hall.

I just left Damon back there by my locker and hopefully he hasn't noti-

"Hey Niki you just left me back there." Damon said catching up to me.

I really wanted to face palm myself.

"Oh really I didn't notice, my bad." I replied with sarcasm.

We arrived in class. Of course we sat by each other, I mean we had to. After half an hour of listening to Mr. Parmer's boring teaching, the bell finally rang.

I was about to walk out the door when someone grabbed my wrist.

"Niki wait up you walk to fast." Damon said with a smile.

I hesitated," Oh uh sorry I'm just in a hurry to get to second period."

So he ended up walking me to my locker even though I told him I was good on my own.

.......

"Here we are." I nervously chuckled.

"Yup." We awkwardly starred in each other's eyes when I was saved by the bell.

"Well would you look at the time I got to go bye." I said relieved

"Bye we'll talk later I guess." He said in a sad tone.

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"Today we have a new student." Mrs. Dawson stated." Her name is Katie."

I tuned her out for a moment when I remembered I've been having an online friend named Katie Roberts.
The teacher told her she can sit anywhere so she scanned the room and her eyes landed on someone. Me! (Cue: panic)

"Hello" she said with a huge smile,"I'm katie ,what's your name?"

I totally ignored her and asked,"What's your last name?"

"Roberts" she answered with a confused look.

OMG!!!!!!!! Yesss. My ONLINE FRIEND. After all those months of chatting we finally meet.

"You won't believe me but I'm Nikita Owens your online friend!"

Her mouth opened. She was speechless. She did the unexpected and pulled me in a hug.

I was patting her back giving her the hint that she could let go now. I was exhausted and she finally let go. (Thank God)
The bell rang and dismissed everyone.

I went to my locker when I was tripped by a high heel leaving me lying on the cold hard ground.(Did anyone see what I did there?) I heard a girly scream next to me. I looked and saw Brittany on the floor. I saw someone's hand reach out to me so I could get up.

"Katie?" I said in a confused voice.

"That's my name don't wear it out." She sang with a smile.

I was still confused on what just happened.Katie was wearing the average white converse, a white tee with a rose on it, plain jeans, and her hazel colored hair half up, half down.

"You gonna leave me hanging or what?" She asked with a chuckle.

"Oh right", I said as she helped me up,"Sorry"

"Don't apologize, I'm unharmed." She giggled which made me laugh.

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"Mom I'm home!!!"

"Hey I'm in the kitchen."

      I walked in the kitchen noticing a wonderful smell.

"Wucha making in here?" I asked in curiosity.

"Your favorite." She answered with a wink.

"Omg are you serious!?!"

"Yup, Roast on a bed of white rice with a side of fried okra"

I hugged my mom so tightly I didn't hear anything coming from her.

"L-let g-go hun" Mom said as she started coughing.

OH SHIT!!

"Sorry mom" I said. I let go of her. She started gasping for air taking huge breathes.

I chuckled nervously.

We sat down together eating the delicious food that she made.

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