"Did you just kiss me?"

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is my first book, so don't be so harsh yeah? I'm freaking scared of criticism. Take it easy, kay? :)

This book is actually based on my pre-teen life but I'm the characters in this book are much older... maybe 17-18. So just imagine it.

Imagination... *SpongeBob voice*

I'll be writing this book in Michelle's point of view, since it's about her life and her ups and downs.

The intro was really fun to write... finding the pictures and figuring out the perfect roles for all Michelle's friends.

So...
Hope you guys enjoy this!
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"Oh crap!! The exam was today? Ohhhhhhhh.... I'm in deep turd now." I put on my acting face and pretended not to know I was suppose to be in school that day.

Honestly, I just... really didn't wanna go. The teachers were horrible. I'd try to act cool when I got scolded but my friends always ended up pitying me and saying that my face was all red.

Actually, none of them were my real friends anywhalez. They'd just stab me in the back. All the time.

The teachers never helped me. I had no friends. People were mean to me. Stress from the extra homework was killing me.

Life just sucked at that point of my life. But that was like a year ago.

I pretended to be sick for an entire year. And BOOM! I dropped to the 3rd smartest class. Which was great compared to being in the 1st.

I'm not exaggerating... it really was hell for me.

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So there I was in my new class. No friends... yet. Adjusting to the new surrounding. Being the newbie, sitting anywhere I could land my butt on.

Then, a scent of sweet perfume filled up the classroom. The clip-claps of her open-toed shoes echoed through the classroom.

The teacher.

She had shoulder length brown hair. Her face was the exact shape of an apple. I'm not kidding. Haha!

She had beautiful hazel eyes just like mine. A cute button nose and thick luscious lips that was coated with bright red lip balm.

Grrreett... the chair made a loud and surprisingly annoying sound as she pulled it out from underneath the table to take a seat.

"Good morning class." Her lips curved into a thin smile for a split second then she continued talking. "My name is Mrs. Young. And yes... I know I'm not that young but it is my name and I don't think I can do anything about it." She giggled to herself.

"Anyways, you can call me Mrs. Ravenna." She grabbed a black marker pen and scribbled her name on the whiteboard. "I'm going to be your class teacher for this year." She added while facing the whiteboard.

She turned around and set the marker on the teacher's table, looked up and gave us a half-hearted smile. "Okay, I see that you've all chosen to sit with your friends, right? Because I've been standing here for a few minutes now and I keep hearing chattering from your big mouths." She said in a calm but stern voice.

"But no. I won't have this is my class. Firstly because, I don't want you to isolate yourself in only one group of friends"

Emphasising on the word 'one'.

"And secondly because, none of you will focus in my class if I don't rearrange your seats. You'll all be chatting and giggling uncontrollably, right?" She said, sounding happy.