Sunny's Diary

[2] New School

Dear Diary,

This was it. The big day. Today we were at our new school!

I walked into my assigned class with a grin on my face. Exited to see everyone.

"Hello," my teacher greeted me, "I'm Mr. Denver, what's your name?"

"Sunday Morning. But I prefer Sunny." I add. "Nice to meet you." I shake his outstretched hand.

"Class!" Mr. Denver raises his voice, making everyone turn to look at him, "we have a new student." He says, before telling me, "Introduce yourself."

I hated this. Having to be in front of the class on your first day. It was always scary.

"My name is Sunday Morning." I start, hearing a few boys snicker, but I ignore it, "But I prefer Sunny. Uh, I'm sixteen. And... I just transfered to this city."

I make it short. Not really knowing what to say. This was always my introduction every time I moved into a new school.

Once I finished, I feel Mr. Denver's hand on my shoulder. "Take a seat there, Sunny." He points to an empty desk.

"Thank you." I say, before walking to my desk. I place my backpack on top of it.

"Hi there." The girl whose desk was right next to mine says.

"Hi." I smile at her.

She has short blonde hair, which stopped right on her shoulders. She wore glasses, so I assume she's smart.

I don't know why, but if someone is wearing glasses, I instantly assume their smart. Its just a feeling, I guess.

"Welcome to Addison High, Sunny." She says, "I'm Holland. I don't really like my name. It kinda sounds like a boy's name now that I think about it---"

"How about I call you Holly?" I interrupt.

"I was honestly supposed to ask you to call me that." She admits, "Everyone calls me that."

"I can tell we're gonna be great friends." I giggle.

"Do I know you?" A voice breaks into our conversation.

I turned around, about to tell that person that interrupting without an 'excuse me' was rude, but once I turned around, I froze, my eyes widening in shock.

It was him.

Valentine Johnson.

A name I knew too well... okay, that was a lie, I barely knew him, but whatever.

He schooled at my old school, though we weren't in the same classroom. There were too many students, so they assigned two classrooms per year level.

I didn't really try talking to him, all I knew was that he had a bad reputation, so I instantly didn't like him.

But what are the odds, huh? Us being in the same room now.

He didn't change. His hair was still as messy as I remembered, he still had that cocky smile, and that body that looked good in every clothing. He even makes his uniform look like designer clothing!

"You know, you still didn't answer me." He cheekily reminds me, "Do I know you?"

"I just introduced myself to the class earlier, I'm Sunny." I play a fool, hoping he doesn't remember me.

"No, I think I've seen you before." He insists, "Yup, your Sunday Morning, Monday's your sister, and you went to Franklin High before, am I right?"

"Yeah." I admit.

"I'm Valentine Johnson." He introduces himself, extending his hand for a shake.

"I know." I say, not bothering to shake his hand. I just turned back around, ignoring him.

If only I knew he'd get me back, then I wouldn't have done that.

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What do you guys think of Valentine? Isn't his name sooo dreamy? Hahaha.

Oh, and as you already know, most of this story happened to me, so before you ask, I won't tell you the name of the 'Valentine' in my life.

Some of you might already know him, and some of you might already know the ACTUAL story, but I beg you, PLEASE keep it to yourself, okay?

That means you, Bianca. If you tell anyone, I swear I'll kill you!

LOL, sorry if your name is also Bianca, but I'm referring to my cousin. :)

Go follow her @ azazazaz123456789 (that's FOUR az's. Her username is long, idk what's up with her)

Anyway, pls vote, comment, and follow, bye.