junior year

four

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Harry dropped me home but not before having a long talk about what happened. I put on a brave face (the bravest I could muster) and told him that a family friend of mine had died. And that the reason I was so upset was because her and I were friends and always used to talk to each other. She was like a grandmother to me.

That was half true. I was on friendly terms with Irene, but she was hardly my grandmother.

It took a whole lot of convincing to win Harry over but when I finally did he just nodded and held me close to him, telling me that he loved me and it killed him to see me so upset.

But as I went into my house, alone since both my parents were at work, I collapsed into a heap of sobs on my bed. Because how the hell would survive this year?

...

The rest of the week I, ironically, developed a pretty nasty cold, so I was out the rest of the week. Harry came by often, as well as Sydney and the girls.

But by Sunday evening I was all better.

So on Monday morning I woke up at around six, so early that the teachers were only just arriving. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, a cardigan and a beanie, I made my way to the office, a determined look on my face.

"Hi, I'd like a request a schedule change. Do you have a form?"

The super intendant handed me a form, talking on the phone and not giving me a second look as I filled out all the required information. The only blank spaces that still needed to be filled were a parent signature, which I could get done and...the teacher of the class you were switching out of.

I sighed. Believe me, I'd forge his signature without a second thought but the fact that I didn't even know his signature didn't give me much choice. So it took all the strength and courage I had to walk up to his classroom and knock on his door. My heart pounded as I prepared to face him but when I opened the door, a female face looked back at me.

"Oh, um hi. Is Mr.Kenton here today?" I asked.

"Nope. He's out today. Is there something that you need?"

"No, nevermind. Do you know when he'll be back?"

"No, sorry."

So the rest of the week went by, and Mrs. BerryBee was our English teacher. I have to say, I loved her. She was great fun and had a contagious personality that just made you want to smile.

We got our grade slips so we could see how we were doing and I was stunned to see that I had a B. I usually had A's in English, all throughout. I scanned my assignments and saw that my most recent work, the family poem I'd gotten a low grade on. I looked back to my English folder and pulled out the piece.

It was graded after the incident. I honestly thought I did really well on this. I'd written about my friends, entitled something that described them all and even added some parts about Harry. I could see that all the parts about Harry had little squiggles and marks around it.

The world had stopped. Could you be anymore cliche?

Love at 16? Please be more realistic

I suggest you take advice from an older relative or friend. Or you're free to see me before or after class.

I was completely baffled. Who the hell did he think he was? These comments weren't for the good of my writing ability. He was talking about me personally and that was absolutely unfair. I gathered my supplies up and walked out with Sydney.

"I have a B in English. Juilliard only wants A students. What am I going to do?"

"You, my friend are going to relax, okay? Let loose. I'll see you later, I have yearbook."

I hugged her goodbye and headed home, devastated by my grade.

...

I walked next to my mom as she rolled the grocery cart near the cleaning supplies area.

"Ooh, we need a new plunger..."

I tuned her out and looked around the store, bored to death that I had to spend my Saturday like this. I hated grocery shopping. I didn't get why my mom dragged my down here. If she wanted to spend time with me couldn't she have taken me to the movies?

"Luna?"

Not again.

My mom looks up from deciding between Tide wash or Downy. "Oh, you must be one of Luna's teachers."

"Mr.Kenton." he introduces himself. Like he has the nerve.

"Funny, Luna's never mentioned you. The only teacher she rambles on about is that Mr. Sheen. I swear it's like she's got a crush!" My mom says, making a joke of my obvious liking toward Mr.Sheen.

Mr.Kenton laughs lightly, maintaing his staring at me as I focus my gaze on two-ply toilet paper.

"Well, it was nice seeing you Mr. Kenton." My mom says. At this moment, I want to give my mother a hug.

"You too Mrs.Montgomery...oh actually I'm looking for tissue aisle. Do you know where that is?"

"Oh Luna knows where it is. I better go get to check out anyway," my mom gives me a smile. "Meet me in the front, sweetie. Bye."

And there she goes, leaving me alone with Mr.Kenton. As least we're in the grocery store where everyone can see him...and there are witnesses.

I stalk over to where the tissues are. "There you go."

I proceed to leave, and walk pass him as he grabs my arm.

"Don't touch me," I say, glaring at him. "And where do you go off having the nerve to give me a B on that poem. It was everything the poem was supposed to be but all you criticized me on was my personal life and all my business. What crap is that?!"

For a moment he looks taken aback that I would have that much to say. But he quickly contains himself, giving me a sharp eye.

"Look Luna," he says. "I gave you that grade because of your inability to write about what's real."

"My love for my boyfriend is real, that is for damn sure. And I will not let you take advantage of me like that."

"Really?" he smirked. "Because I don't see you telling anyone about what happened.

My fierce attitude faltered a little. "If you want to make it to Julliard, I suggest you take advantage of this opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean."

With that he walked away, leaving me baffled. There was no way I'd ever lower my standards to that, but I had a feeling he wouldn't stop trying, whether I wanted him to or not.

little shorter than normal but it felt right to leave this chapter at that

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