I woke up at 3:00 in the morning, my pillow wet from tears. Huh, I don't remember that. Oh, that's spit.
I stepped out to buy food, wearing a long grey vest. An orange CHB shirt underneath. The nearest restaurants were 4 blocks away. I decided to take a jeep.
I walked into the nearest Chowking. While stepping in, the air conditioning made my face numb with cold. I went to the cashier and ordered my food, hoping she didn't notice my frigidly numb face. I sat down on the nearest seat and grabbed a book—American Gods, the Percy Jackson with sex, murder, horror, and racial slurs, fun for the whole family! I opened the book, but I was interrupted when someone entered.
Okay, so this is the part where it gets weird. Imagine 2 Chinese Elsas, then stack them on top of one another, and make them wear a school uniform. Give her shoulder-long, coal-black hair. Yeah, a person like that walked in.
She ordered food, noticed me, then sat across me. She was George.
"Oh, hey." I put back the book in my vest's pocket.
"So, I heard some rumors."
One of her distinct features was that she had a small, but thick, pink We Bear Bears Notebook with a chain she always attached to her jeans. It had 150 to 200-something pages she divided into 30 for each of her classmates. Every time she heard a rumor she just wrote it down on the notebook. No one knows why she does this, but at least she doesn't gossip. If that were to happen your life would be destroyed by the We Bear Bears Notebook of Secrets.
She disconnected the chain from her jeans and gave me the We Bear Bears Notebook of Secrets.
"Page 135, Number 18," she said.
I flipped it to page 135, on the top of the page was the word Terra in faux calligraphy. I skimmed the page for the number 18. There it was:
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Number Eighteen: Terra has a crush on Chris.
Number Nineteen: Terra has a cat named Fre sh avoc ado
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There it was, my hope and joy written in grey gel pen. Did he like me though? Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You're blushing," teased George
I tried to come up with an excuse, "Oh, yeah, that's just the cold. You know me, a freaking iceberg."
"Yeah, sure"
"Oh, shu—" I was interrupted by the waiter giving us our food.
"You win this time, George." I tried mimicking one of Ron's Death Glares but ended up looking pathetic.
We finished our food, and George went back to her dorm. I went to the cashier and asked for a paper bag. I grabbed Ron's food and went back to wake her.
Back at the dorm, Ron was still sound asleep. I put her food on the table and tried to wake her. I nudged her. Nudging her was the wrong choice, however. She slapped me as hard as she could, her face was terrified. She shifted on her bed, preparing to fight a robber, but realized it was me.
She looked at me with a face like: I wasted all that energy for this?
"I brought you food." I pointed to the table.
Thanks, she signed and proceeded to eat.
I packed my bag, putting in 3 books, a sweater, and a spare notebook Ron gave me. After Ron finished eating she proceeded to do the same, stuffing her bag with 20 gel pens, twice as many highlighters, and a bullet journal. To say she was addicted would be an understatement.
We locked the door and went off to class.
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And He Changes
RomanceA normal day in Goodwille High School, at least for everyone except Chris. Terra, one of his close frenemies, had just changed, it was as if he liked him. For him at least. He starts giving him some hints, and Terra starts to feel the same. B...
