We arrive at school at 7:45am. "What homeroom are you in?" I ask Michael as he checks out one of the new girls walking by. "Michael!" I yell as I smack his arm. "What?!" he whines as he rubs the spot where I hit him. " Did you even hear what I just asked you?" I question even though I already know the answer. "No. What question?" he asks as he breaks his neck to look at another girl that passed by us. "I asked what homeroom you got." I reply as I shake my head at his behavior. "Oh. I got homeroom 105. What homeroom did you get?" he questions. "Same, unfortunately..." I state as I walk up the stairs. "Hey! Why is it unfortunate?" he asks, slightly offended. I chuckle at his childish pouting face. "It's unfortunate because I am going to have to look at your face every morning for the whole school year." I say as I walk to our homeroom down the hall. "Well that was mean. What did I do to you miss grouch?" he asks as he fiends offence. "You mean besides the fact that I have watched you look at girls who are totally jailbait since we got to school?. Well you did barge into my apartment this morning without warning. Then you enthusiastically talked about school and senior year. Then-" I stop as he rudely interrupts. "Okay okay I apologize. Happy now?" he questions. "I think I feel a little better." I smile as we reach our homeroom. "Good because a fine honey just walked by us" he says as he turns to look at this 'fine honey'. I laugh as I shake my head at him. "You're crazy. Did you know that?" I ask as we walk into homeroom. "Of course I know that. Crazy is my middle name." he states as he makes a goofy face towards me. I laugh and without paying attention, walk into somebody. His papers fall out of his hand as he catches his balance. " Oh my God. I am so sorry. I wasn't-" I stutter as I bend down to pick up his papers. " It's okay. seriously it's fine" he says as he looks me in my eyes. "My name is Jacob, Jacob Vernon Junior" he says, gesturing for me to tell him my name. I barely realize he is even talking until Michael nudges me. "I think he wants you to tell him your name too, Al." he whispers. "Oh, right. I'm sorry. Uh I'm Alazne, Alazne Eena Lane." I stutter. " Nice to meet you Alazne." he smiles and winks. "You too Jacob" I reply with a smile. At this moment, our homeroom teacher, Mrs.Mar, walks in and tells us to take a seat. Michael sits in front of me and Jacob behind me. What a nice set up. Mrs . Mar is talking to us about our schedules and school rules, but I can't seem to stop thinking about Jacob. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and his teeth are pearly white. He is just so beautiful overall. Wait. No Alazne. Stop yourself right now. You can not fall for anyone right now. You need to fix your own life before you can do anything else. I clear my mind of the thoughts I was just having and listen to my homeroom teacher speak. This year is going to be a long one.
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Historia CortaWhat happens when you can't stop living in the past? Follow the story of Alazne Eena Lane as she finds her way to her future from her horrible past.