Teenage dreams [discontinued]

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I managed to survive almost a week sitting in front of him. I nearly died though. He threw paper balls at me, kicked my chair, whispered annoying words from behind. I really wanted to turn around and punch him square in the face even though I knew perfectly that I'm totally not capable of doing something so violent.

Today's finally Friday and it's History, the most boring topic of all time. I'm glad that they gave us Mr Jones. He makes lessons more enjoyable (even though I still don't like History). He wears exotic coloured clothing with weird combinations to school. I remember once he wore a hot pink polo tee with baby blue pants together with neon orange sport shoes. It's a huge fashion disaster but he's a great teacher. This proves 'Never judge a book by its cover'. "Goooood morning class!" He beamed as he set his books down on the table.

"Good morning Mr Jones!" We greeted.

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"Thank you Mr Jones and have a niiiiiice day!" History just ended and it's recess! I have been craving for the ham and cheese sandwich I had prepared earlier in the morning since the start of school. Hearing my stomach grumble, I quickly unwrapped my triangular bread and bit into it.

"Mmmmmmm!" I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the taste spread in my mouth.

"Can I have a bite?" A familiarly annoying voice sounded in the emptied classroom I was in. Opening my eyes, I glared at my classmate, dropping my precious sandwich back into the plastic bag it was in.

"No one eats my sandwich." I growled protectively, as if my sandwich was my child.

"Woah...chill baby girl, I won't even want that pathetic piece of bread." He smirked.

"Tell me Jeremy, what exactly do you want from me." I glared, slowly taking my sandwich out of the bag, taking small bites. He's so rude!

"Hmmm...let me think," Jeremy scratched his chin, "Nothing actually. I was just wondering why you always eat alone in class during recess."

"Go away. You don't know anything about me," I spat. I didn't meant to sound rude but I just couldn't help it. It really was none of his business. He also had no right to say anything to me. Being rich and good looking doesn't make you more powerful or any sort.

"What if-" He started but I glared at him. I saw his adam's apple bob up and down before he stood up and left.

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We're having art lesson now. We had to stay in class cause our art teacher, Mrs Miller, requested for us to do so. I could hear Jeremy yawning loudly behind me. He's obviously not interested in art unlike me, I loved art but I didn't like Mrs Miller. I rolled my eyes as I gave the teacher my fullest attention. "Hey Kris." He whispered. I could feel my anger boiling inside me mainly because of 2 reasons. 1) He's annoying me once again and 2) He's not supposed to call me by my nickname. Restraining myself from turning around, I balled my hands into a fist tightly and held my breath. I have no idea how it's suppose to help but it helps. As if he knew I was ignoring him, he became surprisingly quiet. That's weird. I curiously turned around. What I saw was a great shock to me. He was sleeping! He was literally driving me crazy but...why do I bother whether he's listening or not? That's his own problem. Deciding to leave him as he is, I turned around and was going to read the words written on the whiteboard but I saw most of the girls looking in my direction. What?! That's when I realised they were not looking at me. They were looking at Jeremy.

"Girls! Please pay attention!" Mrs Miller hollered. The girls immediately faced the front. With the girls facing the front, Mrs Miller was now looking in my direction. She started walking towards me and I held my breath, ready for whatever she was going to say to me. She stood beside me and dropped the book that she had in her hand.

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Sorry for short chapter! Hope you liked it so far!

XQ