Chapter 1

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I woke up to get ready for school took out my dogs,took a shower, got dressed in my dead pool and blue jeans, ate breakfast, and waiting for my mom to give me a ride to the bus stop. As my mom drives me to the bus stop she ask " what new in school"
I respond with " nothing much it pretty much the same as last year" "just gonna go to class and try to hang out with my friends after school and maybe you can let me go to one of my friends house.
My mom says " no sorry because you know how Luna is and we don't want the house to be torn up while we are gone at work and she is always home alone for a long time."
I replied with." yah I know but I really just want to hang out with my friends but I know how Luna is. Ok mom the bus is here I will see you later hope you have a great day"
Mom replies with." Thanks and hope u have a great day too."
So I get to school and go hang out with my friends in the cafeteria until the bell rings. The bell rings and I head to class and I see her again and I just start to stare. She looks my way so I quickly turn away and do the bell ringer and get out the homework.
Mr. Fryer says " ok I will give 10 minutes to finish your project then after that we will present them in class."
So we get into our groups and continue so we can finish the project, as we do the project I keep staring at Abby and ever time she looks I put my head down and start on my project.
Mr. Fryer says " time is up put everything back and sit down so we can do our gallery walk."
So we all sit down and get stickers so we can put them on the poster that we like, so the thing I did was I put my sticker on Abby's poster. After we are done with the gallery walk we start to take notes, as we are taking notes I keep staring at Abby because she is so gorgeous. After we are done with the notes we sit down and start to watch a video the video was about the civil war. Before the bell rings Abby call my name and hands me a piece of paper with her name and her phone number. 

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