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Chapter 4~Shawn

SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I have had some family issues and I need to get my grades up and blah blah blah so I will update as much as I can. Hopefully 2 or 3 times ATLEAST a month

Sorry.

'Me: Hey! :)' I sent to my new "pen pal" and almost instantly received a reply.

'555-555-1257: hi..'

'Me: You know... We barely know each other, so let's play... Hmmm... 20 questions!!!!' I said, not only because Ms.Marbles is rambling again, but because I want to knock down my new friends boundaries. I can already tell that they are a little guarded but maybe I could change that.

'555-555-1257: Only if u ask the questions and we both answer.'

Fair enough.

'Me: Fair enough. Q1 are you a M or F?? I'm a guy :)' I began the questions, and I learned a lot of cool things about her! Turns out we both have a lot in common: we both love sing and suck at dancing. Also we can both play instruments! We also both hate strawberry milk because... Ew.

'555-555-1257: I have to go in like 5 minutes because if its not obvious, the bell will ring soon. So bye... Um idk what to call you... :(' SHE MADE A FACE! IM GETTING EMOTIONS! YASSS! Okay, I think I'm getting to invested in this. Oh well #yolo.

'Me: We should give nicknames :) I'll call you ... Ehmm.. Idk..THATS A GOOD NAME.'

'555-555-1257: Wow that's the best you have.. OK I'll call you bird. For my little song bird'

I definitely did not blush when I read that.

Nope.

I am a man.

'Me: okay well gotta go ttyl :)' I sent as the bell rang

'555-555-1257: bye' she replied.

Next I have lunch, but usually I don't go since my best friends, Taylor and Aaron, aren't in the same lunch with me. So I just went to the music room.

I slowly open the door, I peak my head in, looking around to make sure no one is inside. I immediately go to the acoustic guitar and strum a familiar chord to a song I have been writing. I start to strum more notes and before I know it I'm belting out the lyrics.

You can't walk the streets at night,
Your way too short to get on this,
Ride.
No I'm not, no I'm not.
You try to tell me that I,
I gotta be home when the street lights glow.
You can't watch your T.V show,
But I will watch what I wanna watch.
No I -

And then I'm interrupted by some laughter and clapping by the music teacher, Mr.Tomlinson.

"Bravo Mr.Mendes, bravo." He smirks walking towards me.

"Thank, I didn't here you come in." I smile.

Mr.Tomlinson is not only my teacher but also my father, yet he makes me call him Mr.Tomlinson in school.

"I see you have been working on a song. Will I ever be able to here it, other that when I snoop around you at school."

"Nah. Not until it's finished atleast." I roll my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Mr.," he threatens,"don't forget I can still give you a detention, then ground you at home." He laughs and walks out the door. Leaving me their right before the bell rings.

Signaling next period.

[Fvck its been long]

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