Highest rank - #23
Alyson is a rich kid.
She has everything one desires of. Guys falling over her, clothes,looks, cars,big house and Sam.
Zion is a new guy who has currently got all the girls attention except Alyson.
When they both are assigned fo...
Alyson's Room and Song- Capital Letters ~~~~~•~~~~~
Alyson's POV
"Hey Mom!" I greet my mother who is having breakfast in living room. "Hey Al.Good morning ! Ready for school?" Mom asks me. "You know the answer mom". I reply. being a popular kid has its perks as well as non-benefits. I quickly sit down and have breakfast. After finishing, I quickly look myself in the mirror. After checking upon myself , I go to my garage to decide the car of the day! I have loads and loads of them. Dad knows how much I love cars and therefore,I've got quite a collection of them. I finally decide upon Audi and make way to driver's seat.
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I quickly drive away. After 15 mins of singing Capital Letters I finally reach school and make way to my locker. I can hear people gossiping about me. "Her dress is so cool". "Her car is soooo great." "All her cars are " "She is so pretty" Etc Etc.
I finally reach my locker and see Sam leaning over it . "Hey Sam!" I greet him. "Hey Babe. Wassup? I bought you Oreos!!!" He Says. My lips turn into a smile. "Thanks Sam. You're the Best Boyfriend Ever!" I state. " I will bring Oreos everyday then. " He says and chuckles. Bell rings and I quickly make way to my social science class. I and Sam share English and Music only. Lucky us. Note the sarcasm. I quickly take my seat in class and start scribbling. Did I tell you that I have a passion for art? Nope? Then you know now. The class fills and Mrs Bassu comes. She is a great teacher. " Good morning students, We have a new boy joining us today." I do not hear her anymore as I enter into my art land or you can say scribbling land. ××××××××××ו×××××××××
Zion's POV
First day. First day in new high school. I am not at all excited. I step into my sst class and hear Mrs Bassu introducing me. "Introduce yourself , Mr Ryder." Mrs Bassu says. "Don't want to." I quickly say and make way to an empty seat. I see girls drooling over me and boys eyeing me. Every girl is looking at me except a girl who is busy scribbling. She is no doubt very pretty. "Alyson" Ms Bassu calls out to someone. "Yes ma'am" the earlier scribbling girl replies . So she is Alyson. Her name suites her
