*Emily in Photo Above*
I'm in the most boring class ever. Like, I know teens exaggerate and all because that's just our nature, but I'm being totally serious when I say that I'm in the most boring class ever. History. And it doesn't help that my teacher, Mr. Whateverhisnameis sounds like that one teacher from the Bueller's Day Off movie. Ugh, this day couldn't get any worse... My dark blue phone vibrates, scaring the Batman I wished I could be out of me. It was Miranda.M ~ Where the hell are you, you were supposed to have met me and Mikey at the skate park.
Shit... I totally forgot. Jax, Miranda, and I were going to meet at the skate park to discuss a few things... Well, looks like I'll have to find a way out of class.
E ~ Call me. Pretend to be my mom or something and say I need to leave for whatever reason.
Almost immediately, my phone starts blaring. My favorite song, Young Forever by The Ready Set, can be heard from down the hall. Mr. Whateverhisnameis gives me a dark look and shivers run all the way down my now cold back. I quickly glance back down at my phone.
"Mr. Uhh.. Mr. Jackson? It's my mother, would you mind if I stepped into the hall and took it?" I'm almost whispering... My soft voice floating along with my, in my opinion, beautiful music. I look around and see my peers smirking and/or quietly giggling.
"Go ahead. You're in 11th grade though, make sure that does not happen again, Emily. Otherwise, you will be sent to the main office." He speaks directly at me, sternly. Man, that guy may sound like the Bueller teacher, but he can have a pretty scary tone when he wants...
"Yes, Mr. Jackson, I'm sorry." I swiftly move alongside the desks in the front and step out into the gigantic hallway. Our school isn't too bad, a little too big. The ground looks nearly polished. The janitor walks by, giving me a death stare, as if I would throw a bucket of paint at the clean ground so he could pierce that nasty broom stick through my chest.
"Okay Emily, now come child or we're leaving without you."
"Ugh alright, you did your part okay, job well done, clone of Garfield."
"Hey, I'm not lazy. I just enjoy doing nothing... There's an absolute difference!"
I can hear Jax laughing his ass off in the background. "Okay, okay. I'll be over soon, give me like 15 more minutes, Okay? Okay. Bye."
I hang up the phone without hearing anything else from them. Heh... What in the world is Miranda talking about? She is totally just a lazy ass! I catch myself starting to zone out while giggling. Nope, not today Satan! I giggle more and open the tan door to my classroom, walking over to my backpack, picking it up, and heading for the door again. Mr. Jackson knows I leave to ditch but doesn't say anything. He continues his boring class as I walk out the door with everybody else's eyes stuck to me. Or what their eyes seemed to be stuck on. I walk out the of the class and everything goes black.

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It's Always Been You
RandomIt's you... It's. ALWAYS. Been. You. You couldn't see it then, but now you're mine forever...