Crushing on You

Bowie and I

Angel Pov.

I woke up in a good mood, because I would get to see Bowie in school. He is so amazing.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower.

" I think I'll use the apple blossom soap today." I said.

After I chose my soap I went into the shower, for about 20 minutes.

As I was taking a shower there were loud banging and yells heard from outside the door.

I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around myself.

" HURRY UP." Olivia yelled.

" YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG." Carmen yelled.

" COME ON, GET OUT." Nahsha yelled.

" I GOT THINGS TO DO." Mazy yelled.

I got out the bathroom. My sister's were yelling at me looking mad.

" I DON'T CARE." I yelled back.

I laughed as they were arguing about who goes next in the bathroom.

I went into my room and changed into my uniform and blue sneakers.

" I need to comb my hair." I said.

The comb was on my dresser, so I combed my long hair and left my room.

" OLIVIA, CARMEN, MAZY, NAHSHA, ANGEL." my mom yelled.

The 5 of us ran down the stairs where I saw my mom and Bowie.

" hey Bowie." Carmen said.

" hello Bowie." Mazy said.

" sup Bowie." Olivia said.

" hi Bowie." Nahsha said.

" hey Bo." I said

" h-hey A-Angel" he stuttered.

Why is Bowie stuttering, I thought.

We left the house and we were walking to school. My sister's were talking.

While Bowie and I were laughing and cracking jobs.

Bowie ran inside while, I made my way to algebra as class was starting soon.

As I got through the door, the bell rang and I was on time.

" made it on time." I said.

I made my way to my seat and the teacher was talking about something.

To be honest I wasn't really listening, all I was thinking about Bowie.

" Bowie is acting really weird." I said to myself.

I was given a paper that had about 13 math equations. They looked kinda easy.

" if you don't finish then it do it for homework." Mr. Jillian said.

Most of the class groaned but some of them nodded. I was the one to groan.

~ last period ~

I was the first one to make it to creative writing.

" are you good, Angel?" Mrs. Zanolli asked.

I nodded.

" how are you?" I asked.

" I'm well." she said.

The bell rang and there were kids who were walking into class. Berfore the late rang Bowie came into class.