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"Benedict Arnold was a general during the American Revolutionary War who originally fought for the American Continental Army but defected to the British Army. Now, for your next homeowner assignment, in three paragraphs, do you think Benedict Arnold was a traitor, or a hero?"

I am this close to hitting my head with my textbook.

I'm exhausted.

I look at the clock.

At least it's time for ELA (English Language Arts).

Avery time!

I take my stuff with me and walk towards the door.
I'm looking around for Avery but I don't see her anywhere.

"Eli, you are looking more like a loner than usual! Is it because your only friend isn't here?", I hear the voice of the devil say.

"Go back to hell where you belong.", I tell her.

She scoffs.

It's Brianna.

Oh, Brianna.

The most hellish person to live.

Or at least be in my grade.

Well, if you couldn't tell, I can't stand her!

But everyone else loves her.

To make matters worse, she's the reason my ex broke up with me.

Dan and I were a cute couple, in my opinion.
We had a healthy relationship.
Brianna always had to say something about how I'm not pretty enough to be with him or how he is too attractive to be with me.
I fell in love with Dan's personality.
Not his looks.

Hell, he's really cute.
He had the lightest green eyes with brown hair.
He made me happy with my life.
He made me feel loved.
Brianna had to come around and ruin it for us.
One night, there was a party. Brianna took him to the bedroom and made him drunk. She started to make out with him and he forgot all about it. Brianna then told him that he was the one who kissed her. He broke up with me the next day because it was too much. He can't look at me without feeling regret.

"Love, it's not your fault."

"Eli! You don't want to be with a person like me. I can't believe I did this. I'm sorry. "

To this day we occasionally talk. Not as much as before. I do hope that we can be close again, even not as a couple. I miss him dearly.

It's Monday and I don't want it to start like this.

I walk directly to my seat in ELA and pick up a paper.

"Today class you are going to be writing an essay on a topic selected on a random piece of paper. There is a bowl in the front row that everyone will be needing to pass around.", my teacher says.
"Cameron you can start."

She's my favorite.
Ms. Valquez.
She the youngest of all the teachers here, only 24.

The other teachers always tease her because of that.
I have seen it happen.
She doesn't like it, I can tell.

Footsteps approach the room.
A girl with dark red hair and blue eyes walks in.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to do something. Here is my late pass.", Avery says.

"It's okay, señorita, now sit down."

She sits next to me.

"Happy birthday Avery pie.", I whisper to her.

"Thanks Eliphant.", she carefully puts her stuff on the desk.
I explain our assignment.

Have I mentioned how much I love Avery?

She's always been there for me.
And I'm always there for her.

The bowl comes to us.
"You can go first. ", I tell her.
She shakes the bowl a bit.
She picks a piece of paper.

"Presidential Election."

"Yikes."

"Okay my turn!"

She passes the clear bowl with papers to me.

Shake shake shake.

I pick out a piece of paper.

"Lgbt+", I say.

I feel comfortable writing about this topic. I identify as pansexual.

Pansexual: not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.

I was very nervous to come out to my parents. They have noted before how the same sex shouldn't be together and all that crap.

But who cares?

If you really like that person,

go for it.

"Are you doing anything this weekend? I have to go to a dinner and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me so it won't be awkward.", she asks.

I see she already wrote a paragraph.

"Up to now, I have nothing to do, so sure. "

Usually, on weekends, my mom goes shopping and I stay home.

Hopefully, it's like that again.

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Chapter 2! Are you enjoying it so far? sorry for the short chapter I'll make the next one longer since I know what is going to happen!

byee

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