A morning without food, not the best start on the day. My stomach was growling lout, and I wasn't the only one. Dad and Mackenzie's stomachs was growling too. We drove by a bakery, to get something to eat. We parked a few miles from the bakery. We small talked while we ate our food, we had all the time because Mackenzie and I would only be able to meet up at second class.
Even though I enjoyed this family time, my mind was elsewhere. I thought about John the most of the time, about our chatting last night and the things he said to me. I found a new friend in him, maybe a best friend. I don't why, but every time I think of him, I smile. I've never thought I would get any more guy friends than Martin and Alex. I remember when Martin started at the school all small and nervous. Martin is born and raised in Denmark, moved here six years ago. Cute kid he were that time. I have forgotten why his family moved here, but I can't say I don't love that they did. Martin is the funniest person in the class, from day one he became the clown of the class. I remember he couldn't tell me and Mackenzie apart. He was so unlucky, he came into the class at the year where Mackenzie and I didn't have to wear nametags anymore. One thing I love the most about Martin is when he gets angry he talks Danish. Quite good for him when he yells at our teachers, none of us gets a thing of what he says.
"So... Here we are girls, have a good day"
"Have a nice day dad.." Said Mackenzie
We stepped out into the sun, the heat hugged our bodies tightly. It felt like it was choking us. We walked side by side, inside the school. The bell had just rang out, so the halls were full of students. We blended in the crowed and walked to our class. As we got to the door, disappointment hit me hard. John was nowhere to be seen. Somehow I wanted to leave or go look for him, why wasn't he here? He said he wanted to see me today. I felt forgotten, left alone. I chose to go and take my seat and try to forget about him. I don't understand why I got so disappointed and hurt by that? We were just chatting, we said a lot of thing we didn't ment.
I survived the class, but I don't remember what I had. Mackenzie had run off to her next class and I was walking slowly to my next. While I was walking down the hall, I heard Martins voice not far from me. He was talking to someone but I wasn't able to figure out who it was. The voice didn't seem familiar. I looked at the students passing me while I walked to me class. It's funny how different people is. I know no one is the same but, some do though look the same. Same style, same sort of hair cut, and so on. I walked into the class room, and walked to my seat. As I sat down Martin walked in the room laughing, he walked straight to my table and stood right in front of me.
"Hi there..."
"Hi, stupid head" I said and smiled at him
"Why weren't you at first time?"
"Rough night, and late waken. I don't think I have to say more..."
"Mackenzie?"
"Sort of, not as you might think..."
"Oh okay..."
"Are you going to be my side maid today or what?"
"Ha you wish, but if you want me to I can be"
"Your choise Dane..."
He smiled and sat down, it's been awhile since he last sat beside me. But when he do, we only bring trouble. Talking and jokes flies around when we are too close of each other. While Martin and I was talking about our nights and bad stories, the teacher came in. He started calling names, as every teacher do when a class starts. As he got to Martins name, he said that he would like some peace from Martin and I. I couldn't help laughing when he said that, there was a 50/50% chance that we would act nicely through his class. I've never really liked our English teacher, and I don't think he likes me ether. Throughout the time he's been my teacher, he would be asking me the hardest questions he can come up with.
