Hello. My names Allie Bookman. I'm the normal 14 year old high schooler. People say I'm very mature for my age. I understand that. I don't really talk to people or get myself out there a lot. It's kinda impossible to be a bad kid while not doing anything. I try to keep myself to myself. It's called personal space. No one at my school understands what personal space means. Sometimes I have to remind them and they laugh. I don't know why. All I'm doing is helping them. Anyways, school is about to start. I go into my room and get dressed in my uniform. I hear my dad yelling that we're late for school. I go downstairs and get in my dads car. "Put on your seatbelt, Cameron." I tell my brother. He looks at me and laughs then gets on his phone. Can he hear me ok? I ask again but even louder. "CAMERON!" He looks at me. "PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!" I yell. "NO YELLING IN THIS CAR YOUNG LADY!" My dad tells me. The thing is, he's yelling at me in his car when theres no yelling allowed. I finally get sick of it and put my brothers seatbelt on for him. Maybe he forgot how. I'm doing the right thing. My dad drives us to school. I get out of the car and I run to class. "No one likes a snitch, so don't snitch on people today." My brother says behind me. "Thanks for the heads up!" I tell him. I love my brother. I go to class and sit at my seat. I see a kid playing on his phone when there's no phones allowed. I raise my hand and then think about what Cameron told me. I quickly put my hand down. The teacher calls on me anyways. "Yes, bookman?" My teacher calls me by my last name because there's two allies in my class. The other Allie is Allie Sails. There's another one but her name is spelt differently. Her name is Ally Thomson so our teacher calls her Thomson. "Bookman! Stop draining out again!" My teacher yells. She calls me draining out. I don't see why. All I'm doing is talking to myself. She doesn't understand.. I look inside my desk and see a note. My teacher is now screaming my name. I don't listen and I try to read the note. The note says, "to, scarlet COME TO MY HOUSE AFTER SCHOOL!! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS From, James" "IM NOT SCARLET!!" I yell. My teacher looks at me funny. All the kids are laughing again.. I sit back down and my teacher sends me to the office. To be continued..
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