The next day at newspaper Jack came back. I wasn't really surprised if, ironically, I was surprised when Zack came.
He had on a simple t-shirt and baggy jeans that sagged down to his ankles. Zack seemed to be your typical teenage guy.
That's why I didn't like him, not as a friend, or partner in the newspaper. No one likes him.
Zack just sat in a shadowy corner during our 2nd meeting this week. Mrs. Link went on and on about school Prom and how we should take and report as much as we can. And that everyone has to go. I sighed, not looking forward to the end of next week.
After the meeting we had a little bit of time to finish our articles for this weeks newspaper.
Jack came over to me. "Uh, this question may be sort of stupid. But how do I get on the typing software, you know, where you type up stuff on a..." I stopped him before he got even more awkward.
I explained it to him, then I asked him. "Where did you come from? Because every kid in school should know how to type stuff up. Especially in newspaper."
Jack sighed. "I was homeschooled before this. Ever since kindergarten in fact." I nodded. Jack said it like it was a crime.
"Cool, do you mind if I ask questions about what it's like being homeschooled?" Jack nodded.
"But I have to start my article." I said and got back to my work.
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When I got home from school I ran up to my room to get my homework done, I always get my homework done immediately after school. I took Charlie out of my locker since she would basically be screaming her head off if I didn't, or should I say head. She would basically be screaming her animated picture head off if I didn't take her out of my locker. And that wouldn't be a pretty sight to see. I giggled at my joke.
Charlie started to yell. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I sighed and opened up my folder. "Charlie I'm serious, do not scream!" I exclaimed.
I took her out of my homework folder and pinned her to my cork-board. I feel like I'm babysitting a toddler, she's just a winey brat. "Good, now that I'm out of that stinky bag of yours I can fix your mess that you've created." She was eyeballing me, waiting for my next move.
"What?" I asked. "Are you really going to get boys when your on the newspaper?"
"Yes, I do think that I will get a date on the newspaper."
"There is hardly any boys on that thing. And cute boys at that." Charlie exclaimed.
"Hey, he is cute!" Charlie looked at me. "Do you have a crush?" I looked down at the floor like I was ashamed of a serious felony I had committed.
"Maybe." I whispered. "Tell me, tell me all the juicy details." I was about to start but got interrupted by Charlie, again. "Wait, can you take a picture of your bed, I'm starting to get tired of this huge apple in my face.
"Sure." I took my polaroid camera out of my backpack and took a picture of my bed at a distance. I pinned the picture up on the cork-board and Charlie passed through the one picture into the next.
"Ok, now tell me all the juicy details." Charlie laid on my bed, no, picture bed. "Well, his name is, Jack, and he just transferred last week. Charlie squeaked.
"Yay, finally the turtle is out of her shell!"
"What?" I looked at Charlie but she gestured to go on. "Anyways, he is super cute and I am hoping he thinks the same for me." Charlie squeaked again.
"Do you know what this means?" I nodded. "No, could you tell me?"
"Of course! I'm your best friend!"
"What is it?"
"Your love life can be salvaged!" I just rolled my eyes at the animated picture. "I knew that, it's not like I'm heartless." Charlie giggled like a teenage girl at a slumber party. "Lets get working on your monstrosity that you've created." I sighed.
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Picture Perfect
Teen Fiction(Completed; this is one of my older works so it's not as good as some of my others) Ella Heck is your average 16 year old, except for one thing, a picture accidentally taken of a girl at school comes to life on her. Now the picture is giving her lov...
