She's the goody two shoes, and he's the bad boy she doesn't normally even look at. But one weekend every year, her parents go to a convention across the country. This gives her the opportunity to do everything she's missed out on for a year. What ha...
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Hi, I'm Skylar. I'm your typical good girl. I have the good grades, perfect attendance, and no bad reputation. I have brown hair and brown eyes, I'm 5'3", and I play basketball. My classmates tend to hate me for being smart, but I've gotten used to it. There is one thing not so good about me though, but that's my little secret.
Skylar's POV
I walked into first hour on time like I always do, to find Samuel Wilkinson sitting in my seat. Let me tell you something about him. He's an annoying pothead that is in every single one of my classes, even the honors ones. I rolled my eyes and set my stuff down on the desk. Right as I was about to walk away, he started talking to me.
Sammy: What's wrong, baby girl? Am I in your seat?
Skylar: Actually, you are, Samuel. Would or you like to remove yourself or do you want me to do it for you?
Sammy: Feisty, I like it. But be careful little girl, you don't know who you're messing with.
He moved over one seat to his assigned seat, and I sat down. Our English walked up to the front of the room and started lecturing. While I was taking notes, he mentioned the poems that were for homework last night. I already did mine, but he probably wouldn't let me present until last.
Mr. Johnson:Now, let's see who will be presenting first. Hmmmm, I think Sammy will go first. Did you do it?
Sammy: Nope, didn't have time to last night. Between the not caring and hanging with friends, there was no time for it.
Mr. Johnson: I'll talk to you after class. Skylar, why don't you go? You always impress me.
I stood up and started walking to the front of the room. Sammy whistled when I walked by him, but I just ignored him. The teacher silenced the class and told me to present. After taking a deep breath, I started my poem.
Skylar: Forgotten, by me. Like the mountain hyacinth, the purple flower that shepherds trample to the ground, you left me broken and shattered. I loved you more than the rest, but you have forgotten me and left me in this love, that's no longer ours. Remembering the things we did in our youth kept me up many sleepless nights, many beautiful things were done. Those nights were spent missing the way you held me, but now your far from my arms. I try to forget you, but you burn me creeping into my mind in my happiest moments. Of all the starts, the loveliest was you, but you found a brighter star than yourself. And now, I have forgotten you, because even the brightest stars burn out eventually.
Everyone started clapping, so I went and sat back down. Sammy didn't call me a nerd like he normally does, so I started listening to the other poems. There weren't very many people who had actually done the assignment, so it didn't take long. Mr. Johnson walked up to the front of the room and started talking again.
Mr. Johnson:We've heard some great poems, and then we have people who didn't do it at all. Everyone who didn't have it today better turn it in tomorrow for 75% of the credit. You can leave when the bell rings. Samuel, please come to my desk.
Sammy got up slowly made his way back to the desk. Not long after, the bell rang, so I walked to my science class. A minute before the bell rang, he walked in and took his seat next to mine. The teacher started yelling at people for not doing homework, so I started on tonight's. After she finished yelling, she started teaching about something or another. I had zoned out.
Finally the bell rang, and it was third hour. I don't know why, but I am stuck next to Sammy for every single class. Since it was history, I decided to actually pay attention. The teacher started lecturing on some old empires, when Sammy passed me a note. I looked at him for a second, before opening it.
Note: Can I talk to you after class? It's important.
I slowly nodded my head and put the note in my binder. The teacher lectured most of the hour before showing us a video. If it hadn't been for Sammy elbowing me, I would've fallen asleep. In the middle of the video the bell rang, signaling it was time for lunch. I waited outside of the class for Sammy, and he slowly made his way out.
Sammy: Do you think after school you could help me with homework? Mr. Johnson said I won't graduate this year if I don't get my life together.
Skylar: I'll only help you if it's at my house and there's no weed. I'll meet up with you afterschool.
I walked away without waiting for a response, and my friends crowded me wondering what that was about. Looks like I'm probably spending the week with Sammy. Yay me. This will be interesting. Hopefully he'll actually study.
