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AMANDA
I head back to school on Monday. Since I'm not THAT popular, I just head over to my locker. Suddenly I see Zac two lockers down.
"Hey!" I tap his shoulder and he stares at me for a second before looking away.
"Oh hi Zac!" Ms Popular, Chloe, struts up to him and places her hand on his (rather muscular, I'd admit) arm.
Oh.
OH.
Yeah I think I forgot about dumb and dumber.
I mean, I always knew those two had enough water in their brains to start dating.
They're gonna be prom king and queen anyway.
Must well start practising on the ballroom dancing, y'know? Don't want to step on each other's feet.
STOP IT BRAIN!
I mentally whack myself on the head.
"Yeah, keep doing that. Maybe you'll lose some of those geek cells." Chloe scoffs. Zac shoots her a look and looks at me apologetically before shooting a smirk my way. I raise my eyebrow and he laughs, slamming his hand on his mouth when he looks at Chloe. I roll my eyes and walk away.
B*tch don't even know I've seen the dude stark naked.
Oh my god Amanda. Get. That. Picture. Out. Of. Your. Head.
Eww.
*throws up violently*
I shrug and head off to class.
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"Zac, describe... Amanda."
Ahh. Literature.
We're working on describing people effectively and showing how to differentiate characters so students were picked out to describe classmates who are polar opposites.
Much awkward.
Many awkward.
"Err... if you took a look at this girl, you would first notice her strikingly blue eyes." He shifts awkwardly, looking intensely at me, trying to drink in information about me. "Then your eyes might trail to her petite but curvy figure...?"
"Oooooooh!!!"
Puhlease.
They see me rollin' they hatin'.
"Uhh. Her ever alternating colour of hair from blonde to brown can confuse or capture you."
"Her confidence can encourage or scare you."
"Her strength can inspire or shock you."
"But she, will steal your attention, and keep you on your toes for ages."
"But only if you let her."
He shrugs and sits down. He's an average student so it's pretty good for his calibre.
"Amanda? Comments?"
I clear my throat.
"Well. Much deep, much deep. Clap clap clap." The class laughs. Mr Gordon rolls his eyes but chuckles.
"How constructive."
"You know it!"
"Alright. Now Amanda, describe Chloe."
What.
"Ehhh... uhhh..." I stammer for a few seconds before I take a deep breath and spit out random deep words. Winging mode: on.
"Red with fiery, gold with pride, she is the attention of the world. Green with envy, black with evil, imperfections lurk behind." I give a awkward smile to Chloe, as her proud grin turns upside down. I purse my lips in exasperation as I sit down.
"Well. I would ask for a comment from Chloe but uhh..." Mr Gordon trails off as the class laughs nervously with him.
The bell rings and I can almost hear Mr Gordon sigh in relief as he thanks the class. He reminds us that he is giving out the requirements for our graded assignment the next day and we move on to our next classes.
"Hey, sorry 'bout the... thing. I don't really know why she thinks we're dating. Weirdo."
"Well," I start "must well start practising for prom king and queen eh?" Zac facepalms.
"Good lord. Not looking forward to that."
"Too bad!" I sing-song as I start walking away. He whacks me on the head before heading in the opposite direction.
So school was uneventful after that, and I went home that day.
"Hey mum!"
"Oh hey Amanda, had a good day at school?"
"Uhh, yeah..." I mutter, suddenly feeling lightheaded.
"Wait, are you okay?"
"Ugh, crap I feel really lousy. I think I'll go up and rest for a bit, see if I'm fit for school tomorrow."
"Okay, we'll take you to a doctor if you don't feel well. Feel better!" My mother calls as I make my way up as fast as I can. Which is not very fast. I face plant the bed and groan. Oh wait. I sigh, dragging myself up again. I have to take my temperature. The thingy beeps and its reading evokes a whine from me. 104 degrees. I change into jammies and curl up in my bed, falling into a restless sleep.
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The next time I'm conscious, even though I vaguely remember being fed soup and medicine, I'm greeted by my phone blasting my ringtone. I bury my head between two pillows but when the ringing persists, I decide to just pick up.
"Talk."
"Well good afternoon to you too, I hope you're having a good rest at home."
"Well I was till you called."
"How very nice of you." Wait a minute. Who is this? Why does he have my number??
"The hell are you?"
"Mister Chocolate Fur, if that's what you were calling me in your head all day."
"WHAT? I mean..."
"Don't ask me how I know. I just do. No one told me. Anyway, I have... news."
"Enlighten me."
"Yes, well, remember the literature graded assignment?"
"He did not..."
"But he did. We're paired up." He pauses for dramatic effect. "Well, I've Whatsapped you the photos of the requirements and rubrics. No pressure though, it's due in 5 weeks."
"Oh thank god."
"...um I'm not sure about that but whatever you say."
"What?"
"...just read the requirements when you feel better. Bye!" He hangs up abruptly. My eyebrows raise in suspicion. Quickly pulling up Whatsapp, I take a look at the requirements.
...pair up...5 poems...each group has a topic...
I take a glance at the topic and see the highlighted one.
'God Given Happiness (Mates)'
...
Well then.
AN: NO AMANDA NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DIE. NO.
YOU ARE READING
Lucky and Luckier
WerewolfLucky. Don't we all want feel lucky? Don't we all want to feel love? Don't we all want to be paired like Dumb and Dumber? Not that I'm dumb but you get me. I just wanted to feel lucky. And to feel that I had to be paired with luckier.