Don't you hate that feeling when you're at school, and it's the morning, but you just can't keep your eyes OPEN?? Espicially when your first class of the day is freakin civics. Whoopie. I had my head on the desk even though Ms.G told me to keep my head off the desk. I stared at the clock. It was only 8:30AM. I only had 6 more hours until school ends. Then I can run home and hug my boyfriend. I miss him everytime i'm away from him. God! That sounds so corny! But it's true. He's always on my mind. Which might explain why i'm failing every subject in school. Everywhere I look I see him. All my friends are happy for me I have him in my life. Even though i ask my friends this a MILLION times a day, what does he see in me?? I was a plain girl in this town. Then he comes. And the next thing I know, my name is plastered onto every hollywood magazine. Oh, did I mention my boyfriend was Justin Bieber? I might've left that small part out. Well anyways, my friends always tell me to be happy while you still have him. I pray to god that school will pass by quickly.
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The last few remaining seconds of school. Everyone in my seventh (and last) class of the day is staring at the clock. We leave school at 2:30. It was 2:28. RING YOU STUPID BELL!! I thought. The second the bell rings I'm running to my locker, grab my stuff, and headed for the buses. Right when my teacher, Mrs. Gonzales, was telling us to remember to do our homework, the bell rings. The classroom was empty in 3 seconds. My fingers spun on my combination wheel thingy, whatever it was called. Once it opened, I grab my stuff, slam my locker door close, and walk to my bus. Well, speed walking. I get stopped by tons of people, who keep asking me about Justin and what he's up to. I don't wanna be that kind of girl who are all stuck up when they have a hot boyfriend, so I just smile and say he's proabably busy making up new songs. I head over to my best friend Ruth. I like to call her Ruthy. What i love about her is that she's not a girly girl. But she's not a total tomboy. Not that I'm against girly girls or tomboys. She's like my twin. Everyone says we look exactly the same. Our hair is the one thing that makes us look like sisters. Our hair is naturlly wavy with a bit of straightness too. She broke up with her old boyfriend, David, because I saw him hugging other girls. He was too much of a player. But David said that he still loves her. I hate him. She's been depressed lately because she can't forget him. She still has feelings for him too and he uses that as an advantage. He hugs her and tries to kiss her. Grrr I swear I will beat him up if he keeps doing those things to her. Ruth was still depressed today so I tried to cheer her up. By the time we went our seperate ways to go to our buses, she was feeling better. We hugged each other bye and I boarded my bus. I sat with my other friends; Breeanna, James, and Jessica. I plopped into my usual seat with Jessica. Breeanna and james sits behind us. The back of the bus is so much fun. It's like a party. We throw papers, some people bring in soda cans, and we sometimes use our Ipods for music. Time flew by and it was already time for me get off at my stop. "Bye!!!" breeanna shouted at me. She's my crazy best friend. "Bye you crazy hispanic!!" James called out to me. He wasn't being racist, he always calls me that as a joke. Jessica is my girly but sweet friend. She waved my bye as I got off the bus. I ran all the way home. My bus stop is across the street from my house. I saw the big Limo parked in front of my house. Then I saw someone was swinging in the hammock. I smiled to myself. He's here
