Chapter 2:
A few days later, I stood in the hallway waiting for 1st period to begin. Alongside me on the wall hung a giant campaign poster plastered with Summer's face.
Of course she's running for Spring Queen. She always does, and she's won every time since Freshmen year.
There's lots of rumors about why she wins. For one thing, all the girls are terrified of her so nobody would dare run against her.
Some people say that the entire voting system is somehow rigged, making all the votes go towards Summer.
I even heard one girl say that Summer checks the voting boxes, and "punishes" the people who don't vote for her.
Either way, I don't care. Being Spring Queen is definitely not something I'm interested in, but I wish someone else, anybody else, could beat her.
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About 20 minutes into home room, Principal Brendan-berg came in. Behind him was a gorgeous girl. Her hair was bleach blonde and her eyes were a piercing ocean blue. She wore a lacy cream colored dress with a brown leather belt at the waist. She had matching boots too. She was better looking than Summer!
Every boy in the class snapped there heads in her direction when Principal Brendan-berg introduced her.
"This is Amarys Green, and she's a new student here at Clarkson. I hope everyone will help her feel welcome."
With that he turned in his heel and sent Amarys a small wave.
"Class, I'm going to assign someone to help Miss Amarys around here at Clarkson High." Mr. Messenger announced. "Any volunteers?"
All most every boy shot their hand straight up, even Brian. Summer gasped and elbowed his arm. He took his hand down, blushing. Summer focused her cold blue eyes on Amarys.
"How about a nice young lady?" Mr. Messenger said. All of the boys took there hands down, grumbling to themselves.
"Anybody?" he said, desperately searching the room. I tried to avoid eye contact. There was no way I wanted a stuck up girl following me around all day.
"How about...Bree!" he exclaimed.
I looked up at him slowly. "Uh, ok?" I said nervously.
"Great!" Mr. Messenger said perkily. "Take a seat behind Bree."
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My Almost Best Friend
Dla nastolatkówBree Wilson is you're average junior in high school. She attends Clarkson High, an ordinary school in Portland, Oregon. This school like every other has its own clique, the populars. Bree, along with pretty much every other kid at Clarkson, has been...
