“Wow! Did you make this?” (Frey)
“Yup, I plan on requesting it to be displayed for Architect Week next month. You think they’ll like it?”
“I think they’ll love it!” Frey replied.
“I think so too!” (Liza)
“Me three!” (Tori)
“Four. Five. Six. Ahaha” (Elaina, Mhia, Moni)
“You girls seem happy today. You got your results yet?” Maxx approached us. “In a matter of fact, we did and we all passed! Secondly, Al here just showed us the masterpiece geniusity.” Liza bragged. “ ’Genuisity’ isn’t a word. Anyway, let’s see it.”
We showed it to him with pride. His face was so amazed I could cry. Hahaha. “It really is something!”
“Thank you, thank you.” I smiled like a hobo. He pinched my cheek. “I’ll borrow her for a sec.” Then he pulls me awfully far away from them, leading me to the school park. "What is it, small fry?”
“Al, are you still okay with me?”
“Well duh? Do I look sad or ish that wiwul feyshy-weyshy upside down?” I played with his face.
“I really am sorry for last night.” he continued.
Then I realized, it was his first time ever to apologize but I did’t noticed. I was too blinded by my anguish that I left that small yet important detail.
“Don’t worry about it. I get it now. Natalie is someone important to you so I’m happy. Better not slack off this time.” I pounced his head. “That felt good.”
Ow. Uhh, so you’re not mad?”
“Mad… unless you buy me some hot coco. Bwahahaha”
Just like that. We’re seriously moving forward.
Speaking of which, we only have 3 weeks left to pass all the paper work to Ms. Pecson. That’s why Maxx, Lance and I are working our butts to get everything fixed before the big show which everyone is psyched about.
Every day, after classes, we go to the bridge to test the bird we made. Lance did splendidly well making the parts of the bird look real and so did Maxx with his ‘improvements’.
Lance still bullies me between 6 and 8 which I got used to. Who wouldn’t? he does it everyday. Everything was fine until Maxx invited us for dinner with the controversial Natalie Greystone in this fancy ol’ restaurant filled with fancy people dressed all fancy.
“Al, your ride is here!” Mom called. “I’m coming.”
I went down the stairs gracefully (like a lady should) and saw Lance waiting for me at the door in his tuxedo. “You clean up well.” I murmured. “Not too shabby yourself.”
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My not so Perfect Love
Roman pour AdolescentsAlison Grey Scarlet, a freshman, wants nothing else than being with her family and friends and enjoy the rest of her life. But as reality forbids, a mysterious guy named Lance got in the way of this and made Ali's life in school miserable as it is...
