Chapter 3: The Rest is HIstory
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The sound of chattering teens fills Christina's ears as she enters the crowded classroom. Mr. Clark, a short man with round glasses, sits at his overfilled desk sorting through a stack of papers. The desks are arranged in the shape of a box, with two rows; one side is open so the students can see the whiteboard, the other side has a small aisle between the center desks. Christina squeezes past two brunettes with lipstick bright enough to be Rudolph's nose, and makes her way to the desk at the front left of the 'box'. Placing her backpack on her desk, she begins searching for her book.
A pair of hands suddenly placed on her shoulder, "Hey Chris. Why'd you pick a desk really up close to the front? Now I feel obligated to sit at the front of the classroom." Christina looks over her shoulder, expecting to see an upset Tristan, but once again only finds a pair of smiling eyes staring at her.
Christina only has enough time to smile before Mr. Clarks walks to the front of the room. "I hope you like the seats you chose, because I'm giving you assigned seats." A groan fills every inch of the tightly packed room as the teacher starts listing students in alphabetical order, pointing to their desks.
Halfway down the list, Tristan hears his name: "...Tristan Mayher, Phillip Niel, Christina Olivers..." Disappointed, he glances at Christina in her new seat before he smirks at her once more, "So close, yet so far."
As Mr. Clarks drones on about regulations and what the class is expected to learn, Phil, the curly blond kid sitting in between the neighbors, places a folded up sticky note on Christina's desk. She can only give him a shocked look until he says "Hey, don't look at me. It's from your boyfriend." Her face reddens and she mumbles a quick "He's not my boyfriend" before opening the little yellow piece of paper. Glancing at the boy sitting two desks down, she quickly writes a response.
When the sticky note returns to Tristan, he eagerly opens it:
Wanna come to my house after school? ~Tristan
It's a school night... ~Christina
He responds.
Can't use that excuse. It's the first day of school :P ~T
Um... okay. ~C
As Tristan is going to write back, he realizes Phil is staring at him with annoyance plastered across his face, so Tristan decides to wait.
As soon as the bell rings, Christina flies out of the classroom to Foods, leaving Tristan no choice but to go to Spanish.
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Christina walks into Foods to find assigned seats written on the board, as well as a heavy scent of fresh flour. Finding her seat, Christina sits on the stool unoccupied by her Foods partner.
Christina's Foods partner is shorter than her, approximately 3 or 4 inches; The seating chart states that her name is Alexandria. She has shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes, which were skimming over the instructions on the desk. What Christina didn't expect was for those brown eyes to look up at her and speak.
"Hey, you're in my yoga class, right?"
Surprised, Christina nods slightly. "Um... I- think so."
"Cool. I'm Alex. I'm guessing from the board you're Christina?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Nice. Well according to this instruction paper thingy, we're making bread today. Seems pretty easy. Plus, we get to eat it after."
By the end of class, the Food pairing is laughing and eating bread like they've known each other for years.
When the final bell of the day shrills, Christina's mom gets a text message from her daughter:
Going to the neighbors house. Won't be gone too long :) ~Tina
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The Boy Down the Street
Roman pour AdolescentsChristina Olivers is the shy girl, the book worm. She doesn't talk to anyone, and no one talks to her. That's just the way it's always been. Tristan Mayher is the new boy, the nice kid - to Christina at least. It doesn't make sense that he's a jo...
