Sydney's P. O.V.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring off. I turned it off, did my bed, and got in the shower.
After my shower I choose my outfit of the day, it consists of black skinny jeans, a grey sweater, and black converse.
I brushed my hair, washed my teeth, and put my glasses on.
I know you might think I'm an order freak but that is the way my parents raised me.
I went downstairs grabbed an apple kissed goodbye to my parents, grabbed my back bag, and head to the door.
I was walking to my best friend's house Christopher when I saw him talking with one of the popular football guys, so I walked up to his porch and wave to him the football guy was giving me his back so he couldn't see me. Christopher did like he didn't see me and I continue walking feeling embarrassed and hurt at the same time.
I arrive at school and went to my locker I'm a junior and finally next year I will finish high school and go to university.
I went to my first class History here it goes.
After school I was walking home and Christopher came running to me, I was trying to ignore him like he did this morning but I just couldn't.
"Hey I'm really sorry about this morning" he said
"That's alright I saw you were busy" I said feeling suddenly nervous
"Oh yeah they want me in the football team" he said enthusiastically
"Cool" I said
"Hey please don't get mad I promised I'd never do it again" he said with puppy eyes
"I'm not mad" I said
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, now see you tomorrow" I left him without hearing what he wanted to tell me. The truth is I'm not very excited as him for being in the football team, don't get me wrong I'm happy that he got his dream come true but I mean I know what's going to happen next, he is going to become popular, and forget about me just wait.
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