♥Catrina's POV♥
I was daydreaming about nothing in particular when I was hit on the forehead with something hard and wet. Spitball.
"Hey Cat-rotten, what are you a spitball magnet?" said Reece.
I cringed my face in disgust. Why are boys so immature? I ask myself that all the time as I flick the spitball off of my forehead.
"No Reece, I am not a spitball magnet. Your just an immature idiot!'' I shot back. I hate Reece with all my guts. He's such a...ninny. Wow I suck at insults.Awarded for best insult...Catrina Johnson. Oh my god, I'm so honored.
Someone cleared their throat at the front of the room.
"Ms.Johnson is there anything you'd like to share?" Mr.Brown asked.
"No sir." I mumbled. I hate it when teachers call attention towards me. I prefer to be ignored.
"Then I'd appreciate it if you weren't to speak during my class while I am teaching a lesson."
"Yes Mr.Brown, I understand." I said.
"Very well then, You may all open up to page 217 in your History textbooks." Mr.Brown said as he sat down at his desk.
Yay! NOT!
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Different Is Better
Teen FictionCatrina Johnson is your typical ''nerd''. Sam Parks is your typical ''jock''. People say ''oppisites attract''. But are they really that different? If they are, is that good? What if they're not? Will they get along? Well I guess we'll have to find...
