"Mom?! Do I have to go?" Mom smiles and chuckles "of course you do you did great yesterday " I roll my eyes and say " No! I hated it." Mom looks at me with the look. "honey i understand but you are gonna have to you can't miss unfortunately that's how you got kicked out of your old school." "Uhhggg" I shout as I walk up the stairs " honey ?! Come back here now??!!" Mom shouts from down stairs "Miranda?! Come here now!!! Miranda!" She continues shouting " MIRANDA?!" 5 minutes later : "mom? I'm ready" I say sadly " let's go" Mom answers blankly 15 minutes later: as I'm walking to class I can't help but hear a banging like a drum. Then I see Jake on the guitar omg is that him I think to myself What do I do I continue thinking. "Hi miranda" he says sweetly "hi uh Jake your-your-your in a band?" I say nervously "that's right and your in the dance program " he says kinda flirty "Yes!-yes that's me" I answer "uhhhhh are you um are you going to the um the dance" he asks and grins " no-no why" I answer "look I'm-I'm sorry abut yesterday I ran off you-you needed my help but I ran when-when I saw you you were just so beautiful and-and well obviously I don't do well around um pretty girls pretty girls like you not just pretty nice funny your smile every thing" he smirks
