Lots of Crying

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So far school hasn't been that bad today. My first period teacher let it go that I was late because I was new, which I was thankful for. When I went inside the office, a lady with burnt auburn hair greeted me. She handed me my schedule that said Sidney Matthews at the top.

My first period was science. Science, I always found pretty easy because I found it interesting, and most of my previous science teachers were pretty cool. Next, I had gym, the most pointless class of all time. I mean, if I want to be healthy and fit, let me do it in my own time. Then, I had social studies, which I wasn't bad at, but I didn't necessarily always have an A in that class either. After that class, I then have English. English has always been my best subject. I can't explain it, but I've always had a thing for it. Finally, calculus. Oh boy, words can't even explain how much I hate calculus. Not only do I not understand it, but I can barely multiply 12 x 12. I don't have a choice though, because all seniors have to take it, but you see last year I took pre-calculus, therefore I know I won't be able to pass calculus in itself.

I went to my locker to put my things up for lunch. Thankfully, I'm not directionally challenged, so I didn't need help from anyone to find where my classes were, I just knew. Plus, the school wasn't very big, which helped some. Also, if I needed any help, Ashton was in literally every class of mine. Take about coincidence.

About to shut my locker, I heard two girls squeal my name behind me. I looked back expecting to see some snooty girls.

They didn't look snooty, they looked.... nice. They seemed like they'd make good friends.

I was going to say hi, but they got to that part first.

"Hi, I'm Elisa! But all my friends call me Lise." The first girl said. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down right below her chest area. Her eyes were a beautiful brown color, somehow matching perfectly with her hair. She wore a cute flowy blouse that looked great on her, paired with light blue jeans, and white high tops converse.

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you! You are so pretty! I love those converse on you. Great outfit by the way! Oh, and I'm Sidney." I winked at her, while giving her a smile. She seemed nice enough to receive one anyways.

I turned to the other girl waiting for her to speak. She seemed shyer, but she eventually looked up at me, looking happy to meet me. 

"Hey. I'm Ivy. I'm happy to meet you. We're wondering if you wanted to sit with us at our lunch table. We usually sit with Ashton, Hunter, and Levi. Not that you know them but, you know, I just had to say it." She said, while smiling.

My heart stopped beating at his name. Ashton. I can't believe that these girls asked me to sit with them! I mean, they look really nice, and they don't seem like jerks, like I'm sure Ashton can be sometimes.

She wore a simple light pink t-shirt with a white cardigan hanging over it. Down, she went for some darker skinny jeans, but they weren't dark wash like what Ashton wears. For shoes, she went with the simple black high tops converse. She looked like she had a little better sense of style than Lise, but they were both still pretty.

"It's so nice to meet you too! OMG! And yes, I would love to sit with you guys! I mean, how could I turn it down. And don't worry, you're just as pretty as Lise with that long blonde hair of yours."

Ivy had long blonde hair that went down a few inches above her waist. Her eyes were a gorgeous blue color, the color that Barbie has in all her movies. She had on a bit more makeup than Lise, but she didn't look fake at all still. These girls were the analogy of two perfect, photoshopped Barbie dolls.

I grabbed my phone from my locker and slammed it shut, turning around and smiling. We walked into the lunch line together, and I grabbed a tray.

I grabbed my lunch, which consisted of a hamburger, french fries, and an apple. Generic, right, I thought. I followed Ivy's lead to the table, since I had no clue where it was.

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