The Good Girl

Chapter 1: Mr. Gorgally

Chapter one- Mr. Gorgally

GG's POV

"Hey GG!" A voice calls. I whip my head around to see that it is Erik Smith, a senior like myself. Well, sorta. He works out twice a week, so he is pretty built up even without playing sports. He, for some reason, loathes them. And I'm not talking about the normal 'I-don't-like-sport-whyare-you-forcing-me-to-play', its the unusual, 'I-hate-sport-you'll-be-hearing-from-a-hundred-lawyers-tonight'. Thats why the teachers let him pick if he wants to play, because he actually does that. You see, Erik's father runs a law firm, and you cannot mess with a guy who's father runs a law firm.

"Hey," I wave at the brunette. He has straight brunette hair(that obviously goes up, he's not a girl), hazel eyes and pink lips. He is wearing a casual looking plaid jacket, a T-Shirt that said:'DIE',  blue jeans and nikes.

"So, wanna come to my party on Friday?" he asks, shifting from one foot to the other. Hmm..... okay..... I've already been invited to Riana Shakeson's party on Saturday, do I really want a double hangover? Maybe not.... But I tend to not get drunk.  Even when its legal for me to drink, I am drinking two cups. Max. There. You. Go.

Too many bad experiences. 

"Um.... I'm already invited to Riana's party the next day, on Saturday," his face falls, "so I'll think about it." His face lights up again. 

"Really?" he says.

I nod. "Yep," I say.

"Thanks! I'll text you later, GG," and with that he walks off to whatever class he has. I walk to AP Literature. 

....

"Alright, class! I heard you were an AP class, so I'm expecting you to know how to decode what William Shakespeare calls writing! All of- Oh wait, theres a fifteen-year-old. Are you lost? Hard to imagine, though. A month at school already! Are you split up? Because this is an AP class, and  with a lot of respect, I don't think you can handle this," I hear a few snickers. I wonder why. Oh yeah, probably because I am the one with the highest grades in this class. I smile sweetly at the teacher.

"Um... I'm not split up. This is my class," I say in an innocent tone. 

The teacher looks confused. "What?" He says.

"Umm.... yeah. I take the Senior classes," I say.

"For fun," I hear Zach Heffington snicker. I mentally roll my eyes. This guy. But it is true. I was thirteen when I came, and I had a chance to graduate when I was thirteen.

"Um... okay. I guess you can join in," he walks to the smart board and starts to write in Latin. He wrote nothing about William Shakespeare.

Ut  etiam circa res etiam rei. Quod dicitur G-lorem volunt occasionem illis dare? Et coactus, vel quod peius. They es voltus pro.

My classmates look at me expectantly. I sigh. Of course. I'm the only one in the school who speaks latin. I let out a shaky breath,"We'll speak later, Mr. Gorgally," (I note that his name is on the board)," but it is not relevant now. Please go on with teaching us of another story." He nods, and goes back to teaching. This time he writes in English, much to the class's delight and slight confusion. I finish my work early(as always) and wait there, listening to Happy Song. 

As I am walking out, 'Mr. Gorgally'(what kind of name is THAT even?) stops me. I look at him. "After school," I say, so firm and harsh it even surprised me. 'Mr. Gorgally' nods and leaves me to go to AP Calculus in peace. 

...

The rest of the day flies by, much to my dismay. They es voltus pro. Ugh, I hate this thing I like to call life. I sit down next to Erik and start to eat my lunch. It's, of course, lunchtime right now. Not long until the end of school. "Hi Erik," I say between mouthfuls.

He chuckles and turns around,"Hey GG. So.... Whats your favourite language?" Of course. I can speak a lot of different languages, so everybody asks what my favourite language is, as a convo starter. Sigh. Don't they know it can change? Like, every week? Not even, every day more like so. 

"Um.... today my favourite is Spanish," I say, just plucking out a random language. He nods. 

"So.... you coming to my party?"

"I'll text you 'bout it later," I say, starting to eat.

He nods, "okay."

Lunch ends and we go to our classes. Our classes end. School time, over. Its after school now. I walk to the back of my school, ready to meet my spy.

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SOLZ THIS IS SO BAD, but I'm a sixth-grader so.... YAH.

Any who, there is no-one reading dis so goodbye.

PUBLISHED BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I said that I would be uploading maybe next week or the week after but I just wanted to upload the book again! Anyhow, not many reader from the start so bye.

 Oh, and I actually shortened it a bit. Some useless info. 

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