it's lunch, homeroom, and 2 more periods, and i'll be home. i gnawed on my turkey sandwich and sipped my gatorade. "meriwether lewis, and william clark" lisa said. i gripped the study guide in one hand and took another bite from my sandwich. "the name of the 15 year old native american girl, who acted as a guide throughout the trip?" i asked. "sacajawea" she said almost instantly, "her husband?" "toussaint charbonneau" "bonus question- their son?" "jean baptiste charbonneau"- "very good".
a chorus of hoots and hollers came from the entrance of the cafeteria. the baseball team entered the school. dressed in their burgundy and yellow varsity jackets. handing out high fives and wrestling with each other. my breath got caught in my throat as i looked on. there he was, corey ian haim. i sighed, he's beautiful. "still like corey don't you?" lisa eyed me. "every girl in this school does" i reasoned. "yeah but not every girl in this school lose all tracts of thought when they see him, that's all you" she chuckled. i shrunk in my seat, cheeks growing pink.
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