Lets start with A

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"Are u a sea lion? Because I want to sea u lion in my bed later!"
"That was the worst pickup line I have ever heard," I said gazing at the boy. How stupid can one boy be. I was what most people called tough. In reality I was just not fond of idiots like the one in front of me.
I am Rosa Vries, a 16 year old girl that has dark brown curly hair and gray eyes. I have freckles on my cheeks and have a tendency to wear mostly black.
I think it's funny when kids say they wear mostly black to show individuality, just like the other 20 kids in our class. If you want to show individuality then wear what you want to wear, not what everyone else is wearing to show their individuality. It's like the word individuality has been lost and forgotten under all the phases and trends.
"Well that's okay because that was only plan A," he replied smiling at me.
"So what's plan B?" I asked him.
"I don't know but what I do know is that I have 25 more letters to figure it out!" He said excitedly.
"If I were you I would give it up."
"Well then, I'm glad I'm not you. I'm not one to give up that easily."
"Okay so say you try 25 more things to get me to..." I paused to try and figure out what to say.
He rose his eyebrows, " to fall in love with me."
I rolled my eyes in response.
"Yeah that, what will you do after those all fail."
"Well I mean numbers go on forever, so I think I have options."
"I hate you"
"Love you too," he turned while smirking, strutting away to his best friend Phil.
Ugh, Dan Howell the most annoying person in this earth. With his stupid brown hair with perfect curls. Not to mention his stupid brown eyes that always light up in the most beautiful way. Don't even get me started on his dimples. Wait am I even insulting him anymore.
"Ugh!!" I exclaimed verbally as I banged my head against the desk.
"What's with you?"
I recognized that voice anywhere by it thick Russian accent. My best friend and only friend Matthew Glover.
"Why is life so hard."
"Because you make it that way. Take my life for example it's easy!"
"That's because every girl is lining at the door to date you!"
"Yeah, a russian accent goes far with American girls."
"No kidding."
"So, besides trying to burn calories what was with the head banging."
"Dan Howell, that's what."
"Ahh the boy you are влюблены в," he sometimes spoke Russian to mess with others but I had gotten an app and he taught me a few things so I was fairly familiar with Russian, "Am I correct."
He didn't ask it was a question because he knew it was correct. He knew I was in fact in love with Dan Howell.
"спасибо, идиот" I respond with venom.
He laughed, "You're welcome!" He ignored me calling him an idiot and just continued smiling. This is why we were friends.
The bell rang violently Indicating the end of lunch. Next was math, or as my grandmother would have me say mathematics. Apparently it doesn't actually become math until college weird right.
I got up with Matthew and started walking towards math. He had a different class then me so he quickly proceeded to the art room.
I turned right. A lot of my peers assume I don't like math, which In Fact is quite the opposite. I love math I am one of the top students, I just don't really pay attention all the time because of my doodling.
I sat down at my spot in the back. I looked out the window to the right of my seat and saw some birds flying in the oh so blue sky. They were migrating down south in preparation for winter. Sometimes I wish I could migrate with them. Suddenly the bell rang interrupting my train of thought.
"Welcome to math class"

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