What had led to all this? I looked to my best friend Jennifer, Captain of the cheerleading team. She looked back at me, the same bitter regretful expression on her face. Her eyes looked far away. Her eyes slightly watered and she gazed back at me her face filled with intensity. “I’m sorry, If I could take it all back, I would,”
“I know you would Jen,” I said. We both looked down, our hearts racing. With one big leap we jumped. The wind and rush of it all was amazing. But the fall looked horrifying.
I, Clarissa Madow, has just jumped off a big cliff with my best friend Jennifer Hallow all because of one promise. A promise both of us failed to keep.
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Clary
There’s always something that has to start a good story right? Well to me it seemed that the minute Robin walked into the school, things changed. Who knows? Robin could be a warlock or wizard or something. I mean was it to coincidental that when Robin came in I was re-reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for the hundredth time?
I was sitting down in History class, reading a much more interesting history of a boy who killed who must not be named. I looked up from the book in worry, Mr Grey might be a boring guy, but he definably caught me reading in class or he wouldn’t have stopped his lesson. Not to forget no matter how I tried convincing him Harry Potter is a better history than whatever we are doing, he might flunk me on purpose, and then I won’t be able to cheer on the cheer squad.
I was lucky though, because Mr Grey hadn’t caught me. He was listening to the office secretary talk quickly and nervously. I tried to eavesdrop but they were too far in front. I looked at Megan in front of me and I could see she was trying to eavesdrop as well. I decided I’ll ask her later what where they saying Mr Grey’s ball head was turning red I noticed and he was muttering louder and angrier.
The blond secretary just looked plain annoyed.
Mr Grey turned around looking really annoyed. He twitched his mouth, moving his white moustache. He pushed his silver glasses up and looked outside before turning to the class. Mr Grey was a tall old man, who was really old. He could have been born in world war two for all I know. I don’t like Mr Grey much he wore a collared shirt and he pulled his baggy pants up till his waist like all old people did.
“Class,” He barked, his voice annoyingly boring and tinted with annoyance, “a new student will be joining us, His name’s Robin,” People started whispering and I felt Jen pull my French braid.
“I bet you he is going to be hot!” She whispered.
I turned around and smiled “How would you know?” I whispered, I turned to the front not wanting to miss him if he came in.
“his name,” She whispered.
Just as she said that, my eyes saw heaven. A guy about the average height walked in. His hair was black and a little bit messy but not too messy. His eyes were warm brown with sparks coming in. The way he walked in excluded confidents and perfection. Even in the black and white school uniform he looked hot. He wore a long sleeved white shirt that wasn’t too tight but you could see the perfect abs; the schools red tie with the schools badge was worn not to tight or to loose. He wore not tight black pants. One of his perfect hands was in his pocket while the other held on to the black bag he carried on one shoulder.
I was barely aware of Jen saying “I told you so,” He looked toward the class and smiled. That guy was hot, he was possibly the hottest guy in school even in a school uniform. I swear half the girls were drooling. Mr Grey looked at all of us, “Why don’t you take an empty seat?”
