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Seventh period. Advanced Writing. Yes, I was a Freshman, but I loved writing. I sent in a submission and was accepted. I saw someone familiar sitting in a sit next to mine.

"Alex?"

"Peggy?"

"You write?"

He laughed. "It's hard to believe I ever stop."

"Wow!"

"Yeah."

We sat in silence. Our teacher was late as usual.

"Do you have Snapchat?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's and_peggy."

He added me. "Thanks."

"No problem." I was noticed.

Our teacher finally came and we went through class. Alex did write a lot. We were told to write a one paragraph essay. Alex did, but that one paragraph took up 10 pages (front and back.)

Ring.

Eighth period. English. We weren't writing, so I wasn't interested. We were reading this really stupid book.

Ring.

Ninth Period. French. Madame Attoinette was teaching us greetings and goodbyes.

Ring.

Study Hall. I did my homework, so I didn't have any to do this weekend. I sat in the corner of the library by myself listening to music and doing my Algebra homework. Fun.

Ring.

School was over, so I walked over to Angie's car. We drove home to get ready for the party.



Woah. A filler. Oops.

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