"Iris!" My mother yells at me yet again.
"I'm coming mother!" I yell slightly annoyed.
I rush down the stairs and say good bye to my mom before I run towards the bus.
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Once I'm at the bus stop I set my bag down and run a hand through my hair. "Oh look it's Emo girl!" A prick yells from across the street. I gave them the finger and went back to whatever I was doing.
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When the bus finally appears I make my way to my seat and see someone sitting in my spot.
"Um, this is my seat" I say awkwardly to the multi colored hair boy.
"The bus driver said I could sit here" he says.
"I'm Michael."
" Iris" I say as calmly as I can.
On the way to school 'Michael' stayed as silent as he could. Trying to stifle his breaths too. He amused me.
We turned out to have 3 periods together
Gym
Math
Language Arts
In language arts I felt like someone was watching me, I looked behind me and there he was. Looking straight at me.
But as soon as I looked back and looked down and his cheeks heated up like a toaster.
I looked back at the board and smiled to myself.
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I walked to the bus dreading what I was going to have to do at home.
I sit down in my seat and pull out my phone.
1 New text message:
Rose: Hey are you busy today?
Rose was my best friend, she was literally my everything.
I replied:
Nah I'm not, what time?
I knew what she wanted to do. Almost everyday we would go to the park and just talk and listen to music. We were very laid back people
Her name popped up
Rose: 5:30 and bring sleepover stuff
Me: kk see you in a bit
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When Michael finally came on the bus I was listening to my music. When All Time Low came on his eyes lit up. I looked at him in confusion
"Yes?" I asked him
"You listen to ATL?"
"Uhm yeah how would you know" I reply
"I can hear it out of your earbuds" he smirks
"Oh" I say and look out the window again.
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It seemed like forever until I got home, but I got a text message.
Michael ;) : Hi :)
How did that little crap get in my phone? I laughed to my self and sent him a text
Hi.
This boy is the weirdest thing ever.

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FanfictionShe was loved, but she was alone.