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What did I do this time?

So, sorry if this seems rushed. I'm writing this in the middle of a class right before my group has a presentation. Just bored and knew I needed to update.

Here is Jessica's schedule, also. 

1st hour - free period

Homeroom - Mrs Ganneran

2nd hour - English with Mr. Yong

3rd hour - Pre-Ap Science with Ms. Bates

4th hour - Pre-Ap Geometry with Dr. Caraway

5th hour - US History with Coach Bull

Lunch

6th hour - Marching Band with Mr. Nickleson

7th hour - Spanish with Señor Garcia

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"Wow, Mr. Yong is so uptight. It's the first day and he's already given us an essay!"

Tom was ranting next to me, red-faced. I had just discovered that he was a bit of a hot-head. He went on like this the whole way to room 254 for Science. The room was decorated similarly to Freaky Frizzle's, but with a less crazy teacher. She wore a simple blue irma with olive green tights and a black cardigan. 

"Welcome students, to a new year of learning. I know many of you hate the get-to-know-you stuff, so I made this a bit more fun. Find a person in the room that you have never met before and find out 5 things about them. They can tell you anything they want. You have 30 minutes, and then you will write the 5 things onto a paper. It can be written in any language, real or made up, as long as it has a code breaker. Now, chop chop!"

We all stared at the teacher for a few seconds, then - with a large amount of grumbling from some - searched the room for a new person that didn't seem too bad. After about half a minute, a guy came over to me with a look of easy confidence on his face. 

"Hey. Name's Zeke. Wanna be partners?" I nodded, not really having much choice, as everyone else already had a partner. Tom was across the room from me, looking really uncomfortable with a dance girl that was talking his ear off. I turned back to my partner, only to find him ;ooking hungrily. I suddenly realized my mistake. A second glance at him exposed details that i had overlooked, such as the way he had a gleam in his eyes and hair that was tousled to the point that it seemed that he had just gotten out of bed. He had the appearance of a player, the kind of boy that charms a girl, makes out with her, and then leaves her shattered in pieces after a week. I smiled nervously, then got down to business, hoping that if I sped through this, I could avoid all of this. He apparently wasn't deterred by my horrendous outffit.  

I rattled of 5 things about me as fast as I could, basics like my favorite color (green), my favorite food (ice cream), and my favorite band (Panic! At the Disco). He slowly told me his 5 interesting things, pausing between each to mess with his hair, one time even daring to wink at me in what he probably believed to be a seductive manner. As soon as he stopped speaking, I ran to my desk and wrote in common English the facts. Once I finished, I sat quietly reading. The rest of the class time I tried to avoid the feeling that Zeke was still staring at me. 

The bell rang and I waited until Tom had rejoined me to walk out into the corridor. Outside the door, Zeke was leaning against a wall of lockers. He had been waiting for me. I looked down and quickly shuffled away. I wanted nothing to do with this kid.

A/N: You're welcome. *Imagine Maui singing* I wrote this at one in the morning on a Friday night when I needed t be sleeping, considering that every day this week I have stayed up until midnight. Sooooo tired... zzZZZ... Sorry for any typos and/or crappy writing.