I walked with emotion flurries storming in my mind down the checkered floor hallway for the third and final year. "Wow, even some of the 6th graders are taller than me." I thought. I'm 4'11 and it's not all that bad being short. I mean, after all It was eighth grade, the senior year of middle school. Nothing could bring me down off my cloud; or so I thought.
There he was. He stood at 5'4 in his circle of other athletic friends. Tyson's brown hair that reached just above his ears looked even more dreamy today. He glanced in my direction and his big blue eyes met mine for half and instant. My heart jumped out of my chest and did a little happy dance in the air before it realized I needed it to survive.
I swerved off path into a locker and made myself stop blushing. I fixed my orange lace infinity scarf, which are style this year, and continued my way to my favorite first period class. Excel.
It stands for some stupid thing like Ecourage X-cellence Courage blah blah whatever. It's taught by Mr. Williams and he's a pretty cool dude
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The Way The Ocean Flows
Teen FictionThis story is about Maya, a typical 14 year old who leads a stressful and terrifying life. She faces all the challenges that all the other kids face and possibly even more. Trust me, these are all based off real events and will be VERY interesting...
