High School

November 16th, 2016

- "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

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I normally hate Wednesdays becuase the school takes away four minutes of every class except for third hour, where you get an hour and thirty fucking minutes to "work on yourself".

"Be proactive!" They say.

"Go fuck yourselves!" Most of us reply.

The concept and message behind the whole project is really great and could help some people out. But the way they're trying to send it to us is in the most boring way possible.

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Breakfast was yet the same, but this time there was bitching. Not that there's never not any bitching, it's just the fact that I always walk in on it that's annoying. Brianna and Sammie were at it again. Sammie always finds something wrong with Brianna to bitch about and knitpick.

"I couldn't decide if I wanted to dress up or dress like a slob today." Brianna said, setting her tray down in front of me. "So, I went for the slob!" She was wearing a red, long sleeve shirt that supported our school's football team that she claims to be her first shirt for this town; and a pair of grey, pocketless sweat pants that she bought from a Dollar General while we were out on the road, supporting our football team last year. Good times.

Looking down at the blue, long sleeve shirt I was wearing, I shrugged. "I like sleeves."

The difference between us is that no one ever thinks she looks like a slob, and most everyone thinks that I do. At least that's the vibe they give off. I never tried to dress up for school until recently. I tried to get myself noticed by my crush, and it was working until I started slacking. I'll just have to try harder.

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Nicholas walked into first hour with a bounce in his step.

"Hey girl!" he exclaimed as he walked over to me. "I got my hair cut!"

I looked up from my phone and saw his hair. It didn't look as bad as I thought it would.

"Oh, and my girlfriend broke up with me."

"Probably because you cut your hair." She was one of the people saying that he needed a hair cut.

"Nah," he chuckled, "Probably because she's fucking someone else." At least he had a realistic view on her.

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Second hour was a blur to me. Just the same ol' shit, different day. Third hour was the same. But, in third hour, I was birthday shopping for my mom, since it's Monday. I have no idea what to get her. She's so difficult to shop for, and not because she's picky, it's because she likes any and everything and the fucking Internet offers any and everything. I wish I could buy her everything under the sun, but that's still not enough to show her how thankful I am that she's my mom.

My stomach twisted as I thought about lunch. What was I going to say to Dex? Was I even going to attempt to talk to him?

The answer is no.

But, one of his friends came up to me and stated that he wanted our deal to be happening on a more regualr basis. Of course, I told him yes, then I asked if I could sit with him. He looked behind him and looked at the group of "jocks" that he sat with and said, "Yeah! You can sit with all of us!" His response sounded really cheerful and that alone gave me hope.

Brianna had to interview Dex for newspaper and I kept asking if I could come with her. She insisted on no, but she should know me by now, no means hell yes. I eventually got irritated with the two letter word being thrown in my face, so I stood up and walked to the foyer, where he was satnding with his friends. I tried to make it look casual and walked up to my friend Gunther, who was serenading Dex with his magnificent guitar skills. I found it odd that Dex was standing there talking to Gunther.

"Hey, what's up?" I didn't state who I was talking to, I left it open to see who'd respond. Dex looked away and slowly turned around, walking the opposite direction.

"Hey! I'm still kinda sick!" Gunther sounded stopped up, but he had a big grin on his face.

Brianna bumped into me as she ran to the front of the crowd, trying to come in contact with Dex. There was a break in the crowd and I saw her walking beside him. My legs had suddenly told my brain, "Run, bitch, run!" And so I did.

I ran up to them and I caught a glimpse of the whites of Brianna's eyes and the light dusting of a pink that pecked Dex's cheeks. The rosy color on his face made mine shade as well.

I heard a little bit of the interview, but I was too focused on trying to walk, because my legs turned into jello. Before we parted ways, I said, "I hope you have a great day, Dex!" A cute little trick my friend Lynn taught me. "Always be nice to people. Even if you wish the devil was upon them, be nice to them." I don't know what Dex's response was, I was too busy with trying to climb into my locker before I could even open it.

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The day wasn't great, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been. I had a few run ins with my crush, but none were exactly in a negative way. I suppose tomorrow will be a new, and better, day.

Although I am slightly awkward, I will embrace it and take it in stride. Maybe others will enjoy the wit that my personality brings.❧