The next morning I was woken up by a preset alarm clock. It woke me up at 7:00. Perfect. I had just enough time to take a shower, eat some breakfast, and get dressed. At approximately 7:53 AM, I left my room and went down to the 3rd floor, room 344. I walked into the classroom, being a few minutes early. No one else is there, except the boy. He is sitting in the front row, and he smiles when I walk in. I smile back.
The teacher, Mr.Grooter, looked up and said,"So, you're the infamous Kamila Jones."
"Infamous?" I asked.
He laughed. "Can you two please take down the rest of these chairs?"
I quickly started the job and got down half the chairs. But when there was only one left, we both reached for it and accidentally touched hands! I wanted to scream!
"It's alright, I got it." He said, and smiled again.
I took my seat next to the unnamed boy, and then the rest of the class started pouring in. I got my books for this class and we just did normal stuff, which would've been boring if I wasn't sitting next to the boy.
After class, a few guys stuck around.
"Hey new girl," one said, trying to scare me.
"Guys, guys!" Unnamed boy shouted.
They all turned to look at him.
"She has a name," he looked at me, and took my hands.
"It's Kamila."
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It's Not Fair
Teen FictionKamila is a pretty well-behaved kid, but when she is blamed for something she didn't do, her mom takes it way too overboard and sends her to boarding school. She is left all alone, with no friends or even the slightest familiar face. While being th...
