Sequel to Coach's Daughter! READING COACH'S DAUGHTER FIRST IS RECOMMENDED!
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"From now until forever."
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Zola Thompson lives with her older brother and his wife. Her mom was killed in a car accident when she was really little. She's a nerd and...
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"I can walk to class on my own."
"I'm taking precaution. You could have a heart attack on the way to English." Alec says, waving his arms in the air, like a maniac, for emphasis.
"We already had English." I tell him, as we enter my math class.
"You could spontaneously combust on the way to math."
"We're in math and I'm fine."
"So you think. Maybe you combusted on the way to math and now you're in a coma."
"I'm not i- you know what. Never mind. Just go away." I say, taking my seat and rolling my eyes at him. He nods and runs out of the room, probably hoping he could get to class on time.
The bell rings so, spoiler alert, he can't.
"Good morning class. Tod-" The teacher starts but can't finish.
"There is nothing good about the morning. Especially one spent with you." I say.
"Oh Ms. Thompson. So glad to hear you're feeling better." She tried to act nice but she was failing.
"There's no reason to lie, Miss. Mucus."
"It's Flukus." She says, gritting her teeth.
"Right sorry." I say.
In case you hadn't caught on, she hates me. I hate her. It's great.
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"Don't touch my food!"
"I didn't touch your food!"
"Yes you did!"
"No! My hand touched your food! Not me!" This was Alec's excuse.
"Eat glue!" I tell him, frustrated.
You may be thinking, Zola, what the poop is going on?
Well I'm thinking the same thing. But I'll tell you what I do know.
We're at lunch and Alec, being the buttocks that he is, tried to eat my fries. MY FRIES! No one, and I mean no one, touches my fries but me.
"I think that'd kill me." Alec points out.
"That's the point." I say, shoving fries into my mouth aggressively.
