AN 6/12/18 : yall dont drag me i wrote this in 2014/2015
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Ewww! It's Monday!" I groan.
Oh sorry, I didn't introduce myself, well, my name is Shelby Rivera, you might know my brother, Brent Rivera, right? Brent and I are both in the same grade, same age, and are both viners. I have long, brown hair, brown eyes, and a great smile. Everyone says that.
My besties are Brittany and Corrina, and we are all popular. It's amazing. I also have the best boyfriend there is, his name is Matthew Espinosa. Also a viner and popular. Only he knows the real me. Ill tell more later.
I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and made sure I smelled good.
"Hurry up, Shel, or you're gonna be late!" My mom yelled. I grabbed my penny board, ran downstairs, kissed my mom and said a good bye, grabbed my bag, and left with Brent.
*skipping the way there because I'm tired*
I had to grab a pass because, my mom was right. I was late. I ran, well, uh, jogged my way to 1st hour, history. I knocked because it was locked. It opened to a substitute.
"Hi, I'm in this class sooo." I say.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know. Do you have a pass?"
"Yep." I gave her it with a smile. I walked into the class and frowned, the only two open seats were next to nerds, eww! I regained my posture and walked to the seat. I was focusing on the video that was playing, Canada back in the day. This will be a long hour.
*skipping to lunch*
I walked out if the gym room with Matt. "So what is on the lunch menu today?" I asked him knowing that he would know. "Well, today your grandma is cooking, so it has to be good."
"How would you know that?" I asked. We walked into the cafeteria to see if he was right. Well, I now owe him a dollar. I pulled one out of my purse and said, "Here's your dollar." Oh well, I have a lot of money, I'm rich. Sorry, I brag at least three times a day.
'Okay, for lunch there is salad, and some gross-looking meatloaf, yep, I'm going wi-' I was interrupted by Matt yelling, "I got a dolla! I got a dolla!"
The lunch lady then said,"Do you really want to go see the vice principle? Because if you don't,-" "Ill stop yelling." He replied. "Good." She said back. I picked out my lunch and went to the cash register thing to scan your i.d.
I scanned, gave her money that she needed, and went to the back of the lunchroom. That's were all of the populars were at.
We were eating in silence, until Nash spoke up,"Shelby, when did you get those cuts?" I looked down at my arms and I saw that they could see that I have been cutting. "Uhh, my cat did it." I made up an excuse.
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paradise
Fanfictionlooking at him was like living in paradise -wrote this story in 6/7 grade, yikes.