The clock finally striked 3 o'clock and the bell rang. The day went by fast. Everyone got out of their seats and packed up their books, same for me. I left the class and made my way to the stairs, which led to the door going to the yard, leading to the main school gate. Half way to the school gate I heard my name being called.
"Anastasia!" I whirled around fast and faced the holder of the voice, Caleb.
"Hey." I said and he smiled, so I returned one.
"So did you think about it?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes at him. Then realised what he was talking about. I forgot at first.
"Caleb, why does this mat-" I was saying but he cut me off.
"Ya... I know... but I.... I wanted to see if you were thinking of it." he said sttutering and seemed worried.
Why did this matter to him so much? I asked myself, again.
"I am, don't worry," I said and smiled to ease the tension and he smiled back. Suddenly we were staring into each others eyes. I fumbled with my fingers then tore my honey golden eyes away from his forest green ones.
"Okay... bye." I said he nodded then slightly waved. We both turned around and made it our separate ways. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach and it just felt weird.
What was that feeling?
"Hey mom!" I said as I climbed into the car, leaning over the center console and giving her a kiss to the cheek while shutting the door.
"Hi honey, how was your day today?" She asked, I told her about my teachers and friends. She smiled and assured me that this year is going to be good.
"Oh... mom by the way, I saw Caleb today!" I said a little way too excited.
Why was I so excited? I asked myself again.
"Really! Oh my god I haven't seen him in forever!" She said as equally excited as I did. This was the most annoying thing about my mother and Caleb.
Incase you don't know what I'm talking about, I will clear it up for you. Caleb is basically obsessed with my mom, so is she with him. My mother claims he has charisma, and is a 'good boy'. Haha good boy. Anyway, she dosen't know about the shit he gets into, and we both would like to keep it that way.
They have a bond, which means whatever trouble I get into, my mom would know thanks to Caleb snitching about me to my mom. Safe to say, that if he ever annoys me, all I have to say is 'What would my mom say about this?' He would flush and say 'Please don't tell her!' and would give me puppy eyes, I would just roll my eyes and he would say 'Please' and I would say in frustration and amusement 'Fine' and he would give me a mischievous smile warning me about what trouble is to come.
Now I know why was he so worried about me thinking about his question. My mom was the reason!!! I thought to myself as my brother climbed into the car. I think I have an answer for him.
"Hi William!" I practically yelled and he laughed at my excitement.
"Hi Anastasia." he said in a monotone as he ducked into the car, shutting the door behind him, and I frowned at the name.
"Please don't call me that. I prefer Ana, Ann, or sissy from you. Not more, not less."
"If you call me Will, then I will call you Ann." He said with a smile tugging at his lips.
"Deal." I said with a toothy smile and he nodded.
"Hi mom." he said and she asked him the same questions she asked me. Same response from him. Since he was in 10th grade, having good teachers mattered a lot. Will was way smarter than me. He got straight A's, where as I had a different pattern. Nonetheless, my lowest mark ever was a B.
We finally reached home and I was never so releaved in my whole life. The second I walked in, I threw my bag on the floor, took of my shoes, and pulled my chestnut hair out of the bun. I made my way to the kitchen saying 'Hi' to our maid, Maggie. She has been our maid since I was 5.
I drank a cup of water and grabbed a few strawberries as a snack. Then went into my room, threw on some sweatpants and a tank top. Those were my stable 'layed back' outfit. I checked my phone for any messages and watched all my snapchat stories, along with clearing all my notifications.
Then I belly flopped myself onto my bed, opened my laptop and watched random YouTube videos until Maggie called out that lunch was ready. I glanced at the clock, 4:13 PM. So I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I got my food and strutted back to my room. Despite my mom making tacos, I only ate salad. I put my food on the desk and reached for my laptop from my bed.
After I finished eating, I studied for the next few day's exam. It was 7:36 PM when I finished studying. I was still full of energy so I changed into yoga pants, a muscle-tee, Nikes and made my way to the gym. When I reached, my trainer, Coach Richard, was at the reception.
"Ana! There's my girl!" He said in a happy tone while clapping his hands together then high-fived me and pulled me in for a hug.
"Hey coach." I said.
"So, why haven't you been here in a while?" He asked.
"I was just too tired, plus I just came back from vacation!" I said a little too loud and he laughed a bit.
Coach Rick has been my fitness trainer for a year, we have a special bond. He wasn't only my coach, he was my friend and advisor, kind of like a psychologist. I would tell him all my problems, he would give me advice and then he would gush about his wife and child while I work my ass off.
(Febuary 1-3)
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Bittersweet
Ficțiune adolescențiOn the first day of high school, an average teenage girl falls in a deep world of liking with a guy who she has known for years and years and he suddenly turned so hot, just like in each and every story, obviously... She will try to win him, but she...
