Taylor
I hurry to math class cause all my dad cares about is math. His job revolves around math. Even if I hated math and the boredom that surrounds me everytime I entered math class, I still forced myself to take it. Why? Because one day I'll take over my fathers buisness like a tipical rich daughter who would take over her fathers inheritance. I hated the thought of it, but everything comes with a price.
I walk into the cold dark room with pale white walls. I see the usual students in this boring class. Casey turns to me and makes small talk. All they wanna talk to me about is money, such as my plans for the summer and inviting me out to a hangout, just to probably pay for their lunch. I know what you're thinking, wow she's a bitch. Nope, I'm just so used to people using me for my money. Casey rambles when I notice her stop mid-sentence. I turn to the direction she's staring at, and I see a boy around my age. The room is so dark but as he passes through the light emitting from the project, I catch a glimpse of his light blue eyes, his curly hair that seems to be natural, and his tan skin with toned muscles you can clearly see though the grey v-neck shirt he was wearing. We made slight contact, but clearly he was shy. He looked down as he introduced himself. Christian. I turn to look back at Casey but she's too busy staring at the new boy.
