The Apple.

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"Finally" I say, sitting down in my usual seat.I'm exhausted, I missed fourth period cause I reeked so bad. I had to take a shower in the boys locker room. After the gunk was cleaned off and I smelled up to standards I got out and went to get dressed, until I realised someone had taking my clothes and hid them just out of my reach. I started jumping until my towel slipped from my waists when all the jocks had came through the door. Soon there phones where out taken pics of places that should not be photographed. The gym teacher, My Huckelberry gets me my clothes and lets me run on out so I wouldn't miss lunch.

I sit down with my gooey yucky canteen food that looked like barf. How we where meant to eat this I don't know? I unwrap my PB&J aand dig in. Then I see her walk through. I swear I can hear angels sing and the room lights up. That is until I realise it's the janitor with a light that's meant to be in the auditorium and my religous friend Emily's angelic ringtone her mom makes her have. Now I feel stupid. She waves at me and I wave back. Looking like an idiot. She ets her food and sits down. Not a gloop of an unknown delicacy from Whereeverthefuckistan but a salad sandwich on brown bread and a red apple. Red the colour of blood, the colour of a delicate rose, that should be picked as a bud. She also has one of those low fat energy protein smoothy drinks. The ones thhey give to pateints who don't eat well in hospital.

"How come you don't get gloop?" Richard the Dick asks me. He's so rude and people  are neever surprised his full name is Richard Tom Parker. He's so nosy.

"Oh, I have allergies" she says but I don't think that's the case. But I just leave it. We talk about nothing. And thankfully the garbage can incident has been forgotten about. Or maybe  she just didn't see it but I know that's not the case.

We start talking about soccer. How I don't know but where both enjoying the conversation. Then the bell rings, signalling two moree classes, then home sweet home. Then I realise something. I just had a full conversatiion without anything embarrassing happening with the gorgeous Faria Smith.

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