Sing a Sad Song to Sadie

Chapter 2

The final bell rings for the day. "The next unit is on the presidents of the U.S." I swung my backpack over my shoulder and turned to Kate "I'll see you later!" She looked up to me and gave me a sweet smile.

"How was the test for you, Sadie?" of course it was her, I turned around, she stood there with her arms crossed and a disgusting smirk. I knew exactly what to say "Oh it was easy, but of course you fail. Like always." I hated her so much. God, she's annoying. "Actually, I studied." I faked a loud laugh "Yeah, probably last unit. Since I heard you lost your study guide." Her grin slowly turned into her jaws clenched together. "Listen to me, Sadie; I know you're not the sweet girl everyone thinks you are. You've even brainwashed my best friends and my boyfriend so do me a favor and back off."

My god, I'm proud I finally ruined part of her, she's been this spoiled since I freaking met her.

"Well, it's not my fault you're a spoiled, disgusting, and annoying brat."

Thank the lord I finally let that out! I hate the way she always treated me, I wasn't going to let this one slip through my fingers and let her get away with it.

I lingered through the hallways to make time so I won't wait so long for my stupid brother to finish his soccer practice. "478, 479, 480, and now my locker 481." My fingers ran a line through the lockers I passed. I managed to get my combo right the first time again, "Yes, fourth time!" I opened up my locker and noticed a slip of paper attached to my History binder.

TO: SADIE

FROM :.......<3

I opened up the piece of paper to find out whose crappy handwriting this was.

I know the real you, but you don't know the real me, but I love you anyways.

Are you serious? A love note? How stupid do these people think I am?

I looked around to see if anyone was going to come out and say something about it like it was a joke or something but it never happened.

The final bell rang. It was now 4:30, my brother's practice has most likely ended but he always stays after to help out.

I started muttering at the fact people thought I was this stupid. "Stupid love note."

I grabbed my black backpack from PINK and put my math and chemistry subject binders in my bag. I grabbed the purple small hair brush from the magnate locker pencil holder; I opened my locker door a little wider so I can see myself in the locker mirror, and brushed the ends of my black long hair. I put my hair up in a simple loose ponytail to not have it all in my face.

I took my white and baby blue flannel off since it was pretty hot in the school building, besides, I have a cute white tank top under. I always carried my contact solution and the case in case of an accident, so I took my contacts off my green eyes and put on my "nerd-looking" black glasses on instead.

"Whoa,"

No one has seen me looking like this so I panicked and shut my locker. When I turned around to see who it was, I cared less. It was the guy who dresses in black every day, does boxing, and has low grades. He was pretty attractive to a lot of girls but I found him stupid and pathetic. His name is Andre. I called him a freak in 7th grade during English class and he told on me, god he's such a wimp. I don't even see why he does boxing if he's such a baby.

"What?"

"Nothing,"

He looked down and started moving his feet around.

"You look really, uh, really-"

"'Really' what? Spit it out."

Honestly I'm so damn impatient.