"Ew, loser alert." Tiffany said. I was surprised she wasn't with Rachel and Morgan.
"Where's Rachel and Morgan?" I asked, eager for a reason.
"My next two classes aren't with them, and I can't be seen talking to you, so bye." she snarled, her heels clicking and necklace jangling.
I looked down at the crisp white schedule in my hand.
Next period was Health with Mr. Meyers, room 234.
*BRING, BRING!*
The bell!
I ran down the hall, struggling to find 234, but finally, FINALLY, I found it.
I went to the door, turned the handle, well I tried, but it wouldn't budge.
"C'mon, door, c'mon."
I kept trying, and as I grabbed the handle, the door flew open.
My cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as the class laughed, and my mouth turned downwards.
"You are?" the teacher asked, obviously upset with my tardiness.
"I-uh-I'm Lana Muran." I choked.
"Well Ms. Muran," Mr. M said."Late on your first day. Take the desk next to Ms. Tiffany right there."
Tiffany moaned. "Why can't she sit with Rick in the back?" she whined.
Mr. Meyers raised his eyebrows at Tiffany as I took a seat.
"Ok," he said. "Back to....." I got lost from then on.
All of a sudden, a bright pink Post-It landed on my desk.
I hunched over to read it.
∂σи'т gєт ιи яα¢нєℓ'ѕ ωαу. нєя, мσяgαи, αи∂ ι ωιℓℓ яυιи уσυ ιf уσυ ∂σ.
~тιffαиу
Ugh, this is going to be a long year.
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New Girl
Подростковая литератураLana Rose Muran couldn't be more depressed. Her brother had died in a car crash, her dad left her mom before she knew him, and to top it all off, she was moving to someplace where her mother could find a job. That place had to be California. A new s...
