Chapter Eight

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The next day i was very nervous of what was going to happen. Would Wren be mad at me? I had no one to talk to.  

I was ready and out the door by 7:30. I decided to walk to school today because it was so warm and sunny out. I tried to gather up my courage but I didn't get very far with that. 

That day I had chosen to wear my new skirt that I had bought from Styles for Less. Yay! At least I will have some fun in this day. Hopefully I can get things figured out with Wren. When I get to school I realize that I have lost track of time and the bell rings right at I sit down in my first period class. Science. Not one of my best subjects...but I get through it alright. I sit at the very back in the far corner of the class. Mrs. G can be a little strict sometimes but she went easy on me this time.

"Raelin this is the second time you are late this quarter. One more and you have a detention."

"Ok sorry."

Phew, that was a close one. The period seems to fly by in a matter of seconds. When the bell rings, I leave for my second period class which is chorus. I'd say this class is one of my favorites. But, Mr. C can be in a super bad mood sometimes. As we all sit down, we start singing scales. My mind starts to drift...what class does Wren have right now? I have a feeling its science. I seriously need to make a plan for what i'm going to do at lunch or break. Should I say sorry or just not worry about it? Maybe he will forget what I said. Hmmm probably not.

"Raelin focus!" Mr. C yells in my direction.

"Yes sure sorry."

I really have to start focusing in class of start not getting caught.

"You can all leave 3 minuets early for being mostly quiet." Mr. C says and looks at me

"Hey I said I was sorry."

"I know I know I'm just making fun of you."

"Ok."

"Don't get into any trouble kids. bye"

I get shoved into the great tornado of kids all trying to get out the door at the same time.

"Hey hey theres no rush to get anywhere people." I say but nobody says anything back.

Alright, I tell myself, lets make this next class a good one. Class number 3: history. Not too bad but still, who likes history? I mean, why learn about the past if we didn't live in it? Good thing I have Kala in this class. I would die of boredom if I didn't have Kala. My history class is at the very back of the school, and the teacher is Mrs. Lt. I get excited as I see Kala walk into view.

"Kala! Wait up!" I yell across the blacktop.

"Oh hey Raelin!"

"Are you ready for some totally interesting history? just kidding."

"No way history is so boring."

"I know right"

Just then, the door opens and we are invited to enter the class. Right as I walk in, I notice that it is very humid. Ewww. I quickly go inside and walk to the back of the class where my desk is.

"Alright kids quiet down quiet down." Mrs. Lt shouted

"Today we will be using the chromebooks"

Yes! When someone says we will be using chromebooks, to me that means that I get to be on wattpad the whole period. Yay!  

Finally, the bell rang. I had gotten a lot done on my story. It was time for a break. Literally, it was a ten minute break.

"Wow you were on wattpad the whole period weren't you!" Kala said.

"Maybe maybe not." I say slyly.

"Ok then. Well lets go to break and eat something. Im starving."

"Me too."

When we get to the benches, I look over my shoulder and see Wren out of the corner of my eye.

"Kala can you stand right here." I point at a spot right in front of me.

"sure, but why?"

"Um no reason I just want to spy a little."

"Ok?"

Wren didn't see me and kept walking toward the multi-use room. Bummer I wanted to see if he was mad or not. Ok I guess it will just have to wait.

I was in a mediocre mood that whole day. After school I had to go tho math lab to finish my homework. I was a little early so I decided to wait outside. I look down the hall and see Wren again. This time he actually talks to me.

"Hey Raelin." Wren says and gives me a high five.

"Hi. I never get a chance to talk to you anymore!" I say

"I know." Wren says and walks away.

What was that supposed to mean?

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