Hi guys, so this is my first story and I'm kind of just playing around with ideas so just bear with me!
I'd appreciate your input, suggestions and comments. they'd help me know what you guys wanna read! anyway I hope you enjoy my first story! it's called The Treasure Hunt.
enjoy! :)
I walked into my first period class with Allison, my best friend of 4 years. We're both seniors in high school and we met during 9th grade orientation. We seemed to have a very close bond from the start and it was easy for me to consider her my best friend. We took our usual seats in the back and started chatting about the weekend.
"Hannah, you totally should have bought that dress!" Alison said. She was more on the materialistic side then I was. I didn't really see the point to spending so much money on a dress.
"It was too expensive for me." I told her. "Plus, I didn't like how it looked on me." I added.
"Oh, PLEASE!" Allison said. "You looked hot! It defintely showed off your curves." She said.
I immediatley got embarrased and my cheeks blushed. I didn't like talking about myself. I'm short, I have curly long brown hair, green eyes and, like Allison pointed out, curves. I'm not ashamed of my body, I just don't like talking about it.
We were interrupted when Ian came into the room and yelled "Damn that party was amazing! I think I'm still drunk!"
Allison and I rolled our eyes, we were used to his random outbursts. He was this jock kid who thought he was all that. He was on the tall side and he had long shaggy brown hair that covered his eyes. It's rumored that if you got close enough to see his eye color, you're in danger. I didn't exactly know what that meant, nor did I really want to. Today Ian was wearing an Abercrombie polo shirt and baggy jeans that were so low I had no idea how they didn't fall off. Ian apparently got drunk every weekend and partied until Monday morning rolled around and he had to get up for classes. He took his seat in the far back corner, a good distance away from Allison and I.
"Thank you Ian for telling us something we didn't know." Mrs. Clark said as she started to write the lesson on the board.
"Oh Mrs. Clark, it's ok. I know your just jealous that you weren't partying with me this weekend. It's ok though, there's always next weekend." Ian said and did a cheap wink towards Mrs. Clark.
"Ian could you for once pretend that you have intentions of graduating and going to college?" Mrs. Clark said and sighed. She had a lot of paitience but I could tell today was not a good day to mess with her.
"Haha, alright Mrs. Clark." Ian said and sat down. Once he started texting the classroom got quiet again. At this point all the students had filed in and the bell had rang. I looked over to Allison who was now fixing her makeup in her mini compact mirror. She's one of those people that don't ever need to wear makeup. She has blond hair and greenish-brown eyes. Her face shows her natural beauty and she was skinny. Allison put away her mirror and opened up her notebook.
Class had started at this point so I turned my attention to Mrs. Clark and opened my notebook as well and started to copy the notes off the board.
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I subconsciously walked through the rest of my day. It wasn't very eventful, just a few electives, math and gym. I only had social studies and my off period left. Allison and I leave after social studies so I have a pretty decent day.
I walked into my social studies classroom and sat in my seat near the front and towards the window. I was the first one in because my last elective class was right next door. I sat down and started doing my English homework so I wouldn't have anything to procrastinate on later. The class started filing in and soon the bell rang. Mr. Anderson walked in with huge stacks of packets. I could only imagine what we were doing next. Mr. Anderson is a crazy kind of teacher who brings his perosnality into his lessons. He takes his classes outside to learn and does crazy lessons to teach us. Since it was already March, we were all used to his crazy ways of teaching.
"So class, we are going to do something different this year." Mr. Anderson said. He went up to the board and wrote "The Scavenger Hunt" on the board and underlined it twice. He turned back to us and put his hands on the stack of papers.
Before he could speak, Ian walked in. "Yeah, I ran out of excuses last week, so you can just mark me late." Ian said, interrupting the whole class.
"Just sit down, Mr. Walters." Mr. Anderson said, glaring at Ian.
"Sounds like a plan!" Ian said and took his spot in the back. I sighed, I loved history class and it really sucked that Ian ruined it for me. He didn't even care about this class, so why did he bother coming?"
"So for your last project of the year, you are going to do a scavenger hunt. Now, before you think that just because it's March your going to have the rest of the year off, you're wrong. Starting April 1st, you will start your project. Now, this is required to graduate, so don't think you can just scribble something down at the last minute and hope to get a 65. It won't work. Now, I'm going to pair you up with partners and hand out the packets. These are due June 1st so you have two months to get them done. That will be plenty of time. Now, I already have your partners picked to avoid cheating and don't even think about pairing up with different people because each team will have different questions."
The whole class groaned as Mr. Anderson started handing out the packets. I looked at mine and saw his name at the top. Out of all the kids in the class, I got paired up with him.
"Haha! I got the brains!" Ian said and winked at me as I turned around to face him. I sighed and put my head on the desk. I thought senior year was supposed to be easy.
I suddenly realized how untrue that was.
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So, I know this story has definitely started off slowly. There will for sure be more between Ian and Hannah, I just wanted to start off the story so you all know the characters backgrounds and such. Please let me know what you think!
