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Amelia

"Thanks, Dad!" I yelled, while swiftly getting out of his old blue Ford, not wanting to have people see me. I was running late to school this morning, due to my car not starting. My dad usually works from home on Mondays anyways, so hopefully it wasn't that big of a deal.

Anyway, I soon turned onto the steps of Johnston High and climbed that treacherous mountain all the way to the top. Not to brag, but I finished those 10 steps like a champ! Walking into the school the first thing I saw was the office on my left, no doubt where my best friend was about to come running out of. 

Morgan's dad is the principal of the school, but that did not always mean Morgan was on her best behavior, she had a knack for getting herself into trouble.

Just as I predicted, not even 30 seconds later, I heard "Amelia" being screeched. I sharply turned, not wanting to make the beast angrier than she was in the morning. I made that mistake once, and that was how we became friends in the first place, but I was warned soon after that I was not to make that mistake again. 

You see, Morgan did not like anyone in second grade, especially Cole Fisher. So, when someone stole her crayons first thing in the morning, that fateful day, she was not having it. I intervened of course, not wanting the teacher to get mad. 

That was when she decided, only after she had her second-grader level tantrum, that I was not so bad because in her mind, I was just trying to protect her. And, the rest is history.

"Hey, Amelia," Morgan said as she joined me at my locker, which was conveniently across from the office, not that she had anything to do with that of course.

"Morgan," I responded with a simple nod.

"So, I have great news, Mels!" Morgan was beginning to get excited as she was starting to rock on her feet, no doubt ready to start jumping up and down. I knew what was coming next, so I quickly covered my ears, not ready for my eardrums to burst.

"IT'S PASTA MONDAY!" and that caught the attention of everyone in the hallway. When Morgan noticed everyone was looking, she promptly yelled "People, get over it, we do this every Monday"! It's true. Ever since Morgan's dad became the principal, and she made a 30 page PowerPoint about why pasta was necessary for school lunches to offer, pasta became a main staple in our cafeteria.

"Thanks Morgan," I responded with just a tad of sarcasm in my tone. Deep down, I knew that I was just as enthusiastic about pasta Monday as her. However, I do not appreciate when all of the attention is on me. It freaks me out just a little bit. I prefer staying in my little bubble away from people. Not everyone was nice, and I knew that first hand. 

"I-" Morgan was just about to say something, but the two minute warning bell cut her off. Not wanting to risk getting into trouble or anything, she quickly said, "Never mind, I will tell you at lunch" to which I nodded. Now, Morgan may be a troublemaker, but my dirty blonde, blue eyed best friend would never jeopardize her perfect attendance over a conversation that could wait.

She started walking backwards, bumping into a freshman boy on her journey, and after apologizing, flashed me a thumbs up. I mean who even walks backwards in high school? Only my best friend, ladies and gentlemen, only my best friend.

After she was out of my sight, I pulled my backpack on all the way, and hustled to my first period class, chemistry. Chemistry is one of my favorite subjects. However, I unfortunately shared this class with a lot of popular people, including Gage McKinley, the resident bad boy.

As I walked in, I quickly sat in the front row, like usual, and took out a book from my bag, and started to read, waiting for Mrs. Smith to walk in. Once she walked in, everyone was quiet and waited for her to tell us what our class would look like for the day. I was focusing on her every word, when suddenly . . .