passing notes

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  • Dedicated to B,G,M
                                    

Hello.. so not only do I have a tumblr and a polyvore for this book but I created a new 8 track account so I can make a playlist for every chapter! I will still add a list of songs maybe....

Coldplay- clocks

5 seconds of summer- i miss you

arctic monkeys- arabella

I opened the door scanning the other people in the room. I find my seat in the back and readjust my glasses to read. I continue the final chapters of The Great Gatsby. I have read and reread too many times to count. I'm trapped in a bubble of oblivion until the professor calls my name for attendance.

"Arabella Parker?"

"Uh.. yeah.. here."

The young professor clad in a pair of black dress pants, a red collard shirt matched with a iron color tie and dark shoes. He reminds me of your typical mid thirties professor. The rest of the class was a bore and nothing but a drag. Social studies is my very least favorite subject.

The bell rang through the temporarily desolate halls. I gathered my bag and my books and then prepare for my next classes.

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My next few classes passed fairly quickly considering the fact that we only reviewed various syllabuses about the courses and the rules and what not. It's lunch time and I walk to my habitual spot that I eat my lunch under every year. I found it last year when things got .. difficult and I needed to escape. I walked from the school ad out past the football field until I found this perfect tree to rest under while I waited for the rain to stop.

As I currently sit and eat my small lunch of a cliff bar and arizona my mind wanders. I'm captivated by my thoughts. The only sounds are the faint wind and my breathing. The distinct scent of the transition between summer and fall. Its a smell that can be unique to your surroundings. In Connecticut, its quite indescribable actually. It cannot be put into words. Its a mix of summer and crisp autumn air. A combination of perfection.

I broke my daze and realized that I would be late for my next class and so I snatched up my stuff and practically sprinted back to the school. I reach the doors and I run to find my final classes and apologize for my tardiness. I look around the room to see the only open seat next to a boy with wild unruly curls and iridescent eyes. He glanced up at me and flashed a most adorable smile. I took my seat and read over the syllabus to this class.

As the class progressed I could feel a pair of eyes burning through me. I turned and met irises withe the curly haired boy adjacent to me. I quickly turned and tried to look away. Then a neatly folded paper appeared on my desk. I opened it up to see the words HELLO THERE written in neat penmanship. A combination of script and print. I replied with a simple hi ;). I passed the paper back and a short while later it appeared once again on my desk. Whats your name, love? it read. Arabella Parker and yours? i wrote. Harry Styles. What an intriguing name. We passed notes for the remainder of class, talking about our other classes, classmates, and ourselves.

The bell rang and as I began to leave a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.

" So Arabella.." Harry spoke.

" So Harry." I replied smirking.

" Whats your number?" He asked.

"##########" said while he wrote it onto a piece of paper.

"See you around."

"Bye"

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My classes were done for the day and I was once again back at my locker. I put my things in a bag and walked toward the door into the streets. I walked for about 15 minutes until I arrived at my house. No cars were in the driveway so I plugged my phone into the speakers and sang along to the lyrics of my favorite songs. I walked upstairs to my room and turned on the light. Then, I changed into a pair of Nike shorts and a black shirt. I grabbed my iPhone and saw a text from Harry. We talked about our interests in music and hobbies etc. until I got too tired to keep my eyes open. I texted harry a final goodnight as I am suddenly consumed by the darkness.

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