Bridge to meet Ridge (ON HOLD!)

Chp 5

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A 'Best Friend' is said to be the one friend that is closest to you. They're there after all the most memorable and exciting and special moments in your life. When you're together, you couldn't feel more safe or at home or comfortable. They're there for you in good and bad times. They can be anything from a cuddle buddy to a shoulder to cry on. They are like your other half, your soul mate, your lifeline.

And what do you think would happen if that 'significant other' was taken away from you? if they were ripped away from you? Well, if it were I, I would go attack the person who caused our separation and release a blind and furious rage on them.

"God! Get off me!" he yelled as I smashed his body to the wall. "If I knew you would go all Godzilla on me I wouldn't have woken you up"

Yes. I was sleeping. And this ass woke me up and to do what you ask? For breakfast. To be more exact, for me to make Breakfast. For HIM! Aghh!

I released him and stormed into the bathroom. I was already awake, so I might as well get ready... I went about my now daily routine. Took a shower, did my simple acne cover ups along with a touch of eyeliner and mascara . In the end, nerd or not, I'm still a girl. Today was actually my first day of school! It's been 2 days since I moved in and Monday morning I ready to get to school. Even if I'll be thirty minutes early since a certain some one decided to wake me at six thirty even though classes start at eight thirty and it takes literally 5 minutes to walk to the classrooms from the dorms. Thanks so much Chase.

I slipped into a pair of black torn skinny jeans. Torn courtesy of me, along with one of my collector graphic t-shirts. I slipped a pair of red vans on, slinging my bag over my shoulder before entering the kitchen. Chase wasn't there and so I assumed he was in his room or already left. Grabbing an apple I was out the door in seconds and searching my way through classroom corridors within minutes. I finally made my way to AP chemistry and took a seat at the back of the class. Another nerd cliché that I wasn't apart of, I never sat in the front of the class with the rest of the A+ students and teachers pets.

To spare your time, the next for classes went about I the same way. Students settle down, teacher gives a lame introduction to the class, everyone takes part in the general intro: Name, Age, where he/she is from, and blah blah blah. Anyways now is my favorite class. PHOTOGRAPHY! Yes I like photography, not math or science or whatever. Not many people know but art is like my second best friend, right after sleep. And that's a pretty high rank.

i feel like pictures are a way of remembering what we love or do. Pictures capture all the moments wether bad or goodand show you clarity in that moment. Our images can express joy and sorrow, wonder and sympathy. Every human emotion can find a place in photography. Photography allows us to express ourselves through an art form. We notice a beautiful landscape or an old man's lined face and we want to capture it. Each of us will have a different reason to do so but, essentially, we want to create something.

I stroll into class and stand behind one of the many easels in the class. While the teacher gives his introductory, I set up my album and camera on the side table. i take out my laptop nand start scrolling through the pciture presentation i had prepared over the summer to get a head start on whatever this years coursework assignment would be, but something the teacher says causes my head to jolt up.

"Ah! Mr.Cross, Welcome. Next time please remember that class starts eleven sharp." Our teacher says as calmly as he could. "Please take a seat next to Ms.McCallister and settle down quickly so I may continue my class"

And in sauntered the devil's spawn himself. His hair was its usual mess but his choice in clothes was perfect as always. Today he wore a dark wash jeans, with a plain black round neck shirt. He wasn't wearing his leather jacket which caused me to notice his large muscles that were outlined by his shirt. But my happy checking out sesh was over when I realised what the teacher had previously said. 'Shit! He is coming towards me' I panicked.