I folded the paper and smoothed out all the edges to get a perfect paper airplane. I repeated the process to get about seven planes. Walking over to my window, I opened it and stepped onto the fire escape. I held up the planes one by one, and let th...
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"We were fated to pretend." ~~~~
Paisley's POV
"Paisley, wait up!" shouts Ella. I slow down and wait for her to catch up. Ella jogs up to me and smiles, "I got more pictures of Spiderman yesterday!"
"Oh really?" I ask. Ella always has something to fangirl over. Currently, the poor soul is Spiderman. We make our way into the school and she just practically shouts.
"Hell yeah! Have you seen those arms?" She gushes. I just laugh at her obsession and stop at my locker. I pull out my first period English novel. They were forcing us to read Fahrenheit 451 (which I don't understand a single word of) and headed toward her locker.
"Yes, you've shown me many times." I explain to her.
"But have you really looked at them? Like really looked at them?" Ella retorted.
"If I had looked any harder, I think my eyes may have popped out of my head." I stated, and she just laughed. We walked up to her locker down the hall and stopped.
"I will never understand how you aren't fangirling over him." Ella explained, and I just gave a shrug. She grabbed her first period materials (which sadly wasn't English) and headed off.
"See you at lunch?" She called over her shoulder.
"Where else would I be?" I laughed and I walked down to Mr. Aldric's classroom. I sat in the second row of desks near the windows, just close enough to seem like I'm paying attention, but just far enough to not be called on. And I set my stuff on the desk.
The bell rang, as some last minute classmates rushed into the room. Mr. Aldric strolled in after them and swiftly closed the door.
"Okay, Class, get out you novels and class discussion sheets." Mr. Aldric said as he addressed class. I followed his instruction and pulled them out.
"So in part two, The Sieve and The Sand title alludes to what memory, in Montag's life?" Mr. Aldric read off the discussion paper. I hesitantly raised my hand to answer the question (that I may or may not have searched on Google). I knew that if I answered at least one question, then he would leave me alone for the rest of the period.
"It alludes to when Montag was younger, how he tried to fill the sieve with the sand. Although, the more he poured the faster it came through the bottom." I said.
"Correct." He nodded as he searched for his next victim.
"Can anyone tell me what that represents?" He asked the class. But I had tuned out and stared through the window. First period gym had just entered the track. I bit my lip as I searched for the one and only Peter Parker. It's not like we were friends or anything. It was because, according to Ella, I was, "Utterly infatuated with Pretty Parker." That's what she called him.
I saw him lightly jogging next to his best friend, Ned. I felt my cheeks slowly start to heat up, as they always did when I saw him. As if he felt me looking at him, he slowly started to turn his head. I swung my head so fast to the front of the room, I swear I had gotten whiplash.
