The Tragedies of Pennelope Margret-Anne Santon.

When Pennelope Starts 7th Grade:

"49-36-12, I got this." I whispered to myself. This was my 4th attempt at opening my locker. I deserve some slack though, after all, it is the first day of 7th grade. I tugged on my locker and it still wouldn't budge. Since my friends and I grew apart over the summer I couldn't ask for help on opening my dull, grey, undersized locker. And it's not like I was going to ask a teacher, they'd make a scene, the last thing I'd wanted today.
     I stood by my locker for a second and was thinking of how to open this flippin thing. I reluctantly reached for the dial again and entered my combo. "It opened!" I said louder than I meant. "Yeah, they kind of do that..." I heard someone say behind me. I stood there for a second to try and come up with a smart-Alec comeback, but when I turned around and saw him, he made me melt. He must have been new, I never recognized him before. In awe of his dirty blonde neat-but-scruffy hair, green eyes, and well put together outfit, my backpack slid off of my shoulder and fell to the ground, with all of my new supplies flying out of it. I stuttered "Ya don't say?" C'mon Pennelope, "Ya don't say?" What am I, a meme!? I angrily thought. He crouched down to help me pick up my things and I got a subtle whiff of old spice, not an overpowering amount, barely noticeable, but defined. "I didn't catch your name." He said "Oh, I'm Pennelope, hi.." I softly spoke. "Well hello Pennelope, I'm Max." He said. His voice was so velvety and warm, unlike most of the boys in my grade, who's were either anywhere from a chipmunk to a cat getting murdered. "Well, Pennelope, nice to meet you." Max said. "Same to you." I replied. He stood up and started to walk off when I blurted "Hey, Max, sit with me at lunch?" I semi-shouted. "Sure" He said over the crowd of bustling and panic. My day was off to a pretty good start.
My schedule went:
1) History
2) Math
3) English
4) Gym
5) Science
6) Journalism
7) Choir
I grabbed a composition book, pencil, and a hi-lighter then quickly rushed off to first period. As I sat down, I read her name off the front board "Mrs. Ramili". Max came in through the door with his dark denim jeans and grey v-neck shirt, he started to walk towards me and asked if he could sit next to me. "Sure" I replied.
Mrs. Ramaili started with the new year speech, you know "Hi, this is my class, here are the rules, we will be learning blah blah blah, this is going to be a good year." You know, that whole sha-bang.
I see out of the corner of my eye Max looking at me. I try to ignore it, because eye contact would be weird, but after a while he is still looking at me! I glance over at him with a light smile only to see him do the same. What does this mean? Does he like me? I mean it's only 3 minutes into first period, but I'm an over exaggerative hormonal 13 yer old who is desperate for love...