Nubia Torres is the nerd we all know. The girl that's always studying and helping others. But, as she gets know Eli she finds out life is not only about getting good grades and working until you die.
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So I have finally found people that look like Nubia and Eli. But, y'all can still come up with your own person in your head.
Nubia Torres:
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Eli Jones:
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*Nubia's Perspective* ~~~~Wednesday~~~~~ Ela went by so slow I wanted to roll on the ground and die. We had to take notes on some grammar thing that no one understood, so she had to explain it again and again about 15 billion times. When there was 5 minutes left in class, she decided to call on me to answer a question. I understood what she was teaching because I had already learned this stuff a really long time ago. I don't even know why I'm in this class I answered the question and she smiled and said , "I couldn't have said it better." When the bell rung, Everyone got up. But, when we made it to the door, Mrs.Paul was there handing everyone packets for homework. Thank goodness Friday was only 2 days away, because I don't think I could take it any longer. I took the homework and told her to have a good day, at which she nodded her head. I made my way to my locker and opened it up, surprised to find a letter in there. I opened up the piece of paper and it read:
Im going to die. What class do you have next? -Eli Jones
How did he even get my locker number? I got all my stuff for my next class out of my locker and turned around when I see Eli walking past me.
"Eli, wait up."
Eli stops and waits for me.
"Where'd you get my locker number?"
"I saw you at your locker today, duh. I'm not a stalker."
I laughed at his answer.
"Where are you headed to?"
"Um..... Biology."
"Oh, same. I guess we could walk together.", he replied, looking straight ahead.
"Sure. How was your last class?
"Well, I drew a potato dog. Other than that, nothing really happened."
I had to giggle. A potato dog?!
The rest of the way we walked in silence.
When we got to the class, I sat in the back row. Eli took a seat next to me, and right in front of Eli sat this blonde girl. Her "crew" sat around her. The blonde turned around, and Eli's face dropped. He frowned.
"Hi Eli." Dang, her voice was so High pitched I almost mistook it for a dog whistle.
"Hey, Beth."
"My name's Patricia, dummy."
"Oh, right."
I got bored of listening to them talk, so I directed my self to the good book right under my nose.
"That girl sitting next to you is trouble. All she does is work and study. She's no fun, trust me."
Well then. I don't know who this girl is but I guess she knows me.
"Nubia? No, she's great. She's actually a really nice person. Aren't you guys friends?"
The blonde responded with, "Far from it. That girl is so boring, I think I'd fall sleep just talking with her."
"I don't think so. Anyway, you can go back to talking to your friends."
Patricia looked shocked and anger flashed through her eyes as she turned away.
"How do you deal with these people, Nubia? I've always been popular at my old school, so I just don't get what it's like."
"I don't deal with them. I just don't listen anymore. You can't be mad at something you can't hear."
He chuckled. "True."
"All right class. Let's get started. Take out your notebooks and get ready to take some notes."
Everyone in the classroom groaned.
The class ended after I had taken about 3 pages of notes. I looked around and saw that some people had only written 1 sentence and were now laying on their tear-soaked notebook paper. I felt kind of bad knowing that the notes would come in handy later on.
"Are you ready for Friday?"
I had completely forgot about Friday. I would have to ask my mom to take me to the fair and stuff, and I was hoping she would be okay with it.
"Yeah, of course. What time again?"
"5"
"Ok. My mom can take us I think."
"Or I can take you."
I had never been in any body else's care except for my moms and my dads.
"Sure."
"What's your favorite ride there?"
"The cyclone. It makes my stomach drop whenever it goes up and it's just so thrilling. I haven't to the fair in a long time, though."
"Don't worry, I haven't either."
The bell rung, interrupting our discussion. We both got up and walked out of class.
