So far, I think my eighth grade year is going to be better than any other year. A couple weeks ago, I met Elizibeth. We sit next to each other in English. From what I can tell, she is pretty, funny, nice, and I like talking to her. Elizibeth is also friends with Ava.
Ava has been one of my best friends for the past 2 years. We've grown really close lately and I consider her someone I could go to about anything.
This year, I'm sitting at a lunch table with a bunch of Ava's friends. I don't really know them, but they seem pretty cool I guess. Sometimes I feel a little awkward.
Chris sits there too. I've talked to him a few times before but I don't know him all that well. He's actually really cute and the type of boy I would consider my dream guy, but he would never be into me. Besides, what do I know. I'm on in the eighth grade. I kinda have a huge crush on him, but it would be best to put it out of my mind seeing as I would never be his type. But still, he looks so cute sitting on the window sill and his laugh just makes me wanna melt. Oh shit! I better not let anyone see me stare.
My guy best friend is Noah, but I've been thinking about asking him out recently, but that seems crazy! I mean he's nice to me, and like my best friend. I've never had a real boyfriend before so maybe one of my friends would be a good start.
He's not Chris tho...
I get on the bus with my head low and try not to think about anything around me. I put my earbuds in for only a second before Noah comes to talk to me. I just can't wait to go home.
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Eighth Grade
Teen FictionThis story follows a young girl and all the challenges that are faced throughout her last year of middle school. True story with names and small details changed. If highly liked, will possibly make a book 2, called 9th grade.
