chapter 3

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just as i got back to my group of friends the bell went, "lets go to sport" Alexis said, i nod and we started to walk towards the gym. once we arrived at the gym we went into the girls change rooms and got changed, i changed into my Nike shorts and my matching sport top, i changed my vans to runners and tied my hair up into a medium ponytail. "ready" i say and look over to Alexis who was just lacing up her shoes, "yep" she replied, we walked out the changing rooms and down to the oval "right class so we are going to start by" miss Mitch said but was cut off by the noise of 4 teenage boys, "sorry we're late miss" the one with colored hair said, i cant believe their in this class of all the classes it has to be my favourite one, and do these boys ever show up to classes on time, i think to myself "as i was saying we are going to start by running a lap of the oval so off you go" miss Mitch says, to my surprise Luke and the other boys were in front of the group " oi Alex do you want to beat those boys" i say "yes" she says, Alexis has always been so competitive,"on 3" i say "1,2,3" i yell and me and Alexis sprint right past the boys. we come to the end and stop. "wow your fast" i hear Luke say from behind me "yeah, i know" i say and keep walking. "okay class were going to finish up with a game of soccer girls vs guys" miss Mitch says, we set up the game and its going very well girls are winning 3 nil, i am running with the ball and I'm going the full length until i get tripped over by non other than Luke Hemming's "what the hell was that" i yell "sorry i didn't see you" he says with a smirk holding out his hand to help me up, "bull shit Hemming's" i spit and slap his hand away, and get back up. the rest of the game goes by pretty quick and I'm thankful i don't have anymore encounters with Luke, the day goes by really fast after that and before i know it, I'm waiting for Chelsea to get out of class. "how was sport" Chelsea asked as we were walking home "horrible" i say "what do you mean you love sport" she says with a confused look on her face, "all of those idiots are in my class, i got tripped over by Luke and ugh their just idiots i hate all of them" i let out all my frustration "these boys have you in their trap Sammie" Chelsea asks, "what do you mean" i say giving her a confused look, "well they obviously want you to get angry, mad, and frustrated at them because they find it funny" she finishes, i let out a sigh "your right, i cant let them ruin what i have going for me" i say, "but what do i do" i continue, "ignore them don't even acknowledge them, they'll soon get the message" Chelsea said, i nod and say goodbye to Chelsea as we get to her house, i continue to walk to my place, i finally get home and no ones there, i let myself in and put my bag down and turn the TV onto MTV, music has always been there for me, music to me describes every emotion i have and right now i need a really upbeat song, just as I'm thinking that happy by pharrell Williams comes on, i take off my shoes and start dancing around the house singing along, i didn't hear my mum and dad walk in until i turned around to see them laughing in the background "great dancing Hun but i think you should stick to sport" dad says giving me a kiss on the forehead i laugh "how was your first day back Hun" mum said "yeah it was good me and Chelsea are in the same English and math class" i say "that's nice, did you have sport" mum says, "yes i did we played soccer and i got the winning goal" i say proudly "well done darling" mum says, dad then runs through the house yelling "GOOOOAAAALL" i shake my head laughing, later that evening we sit down to eat dinner "so mum how was work" i say, "yeah great Hun, we have a new lady started today her names Liz, we got on really well, she has just moved here, i have invited Liz and her family over for dinner tomorrow night" mum says "okay" i say finishing my dinner and taking my plate to the sink. the rest of the night went by really quick and before i know it I'm tucked up in bed drifting off to sleep.

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