Not a typical love story<3

Not so bad(;

Aaron and I walk into social studies and sit next to each other at a table in the back of the room. As I put my book and binder into my desk, I notice out of the corner of my eye, the girl from the hallway..great. She walks over to where we are and sits down across from Aaron, along with her trampy friend who was wearing a very..VERY short skirt, a shirt that was practically a bra, and fish nets...how classy.

"Hi Aaron," she says winking.

"Hi Sophie. Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Viccy..you interested..??"

"God no, I was just gonna say that..well..she needs to put some clothes on. And either way..I'm taken." She leans in really close so that her boobs are hanging out every where.

"Common, you know you want us." 

Before Aaron can say anything, I interrupt. "Hi..uhh.....Sophie was it?? Yeah, well....you should really fix your whole boob satiation...there everywhere hun. Oh, and Viccy or whatever...no body really wants to see your butt and boobs hanging' everywhere...like really.....put some fricken clothes on that." Everybody looks at me like I'm some freak child from another planet. "Just saying...no body really wants to see that." Aaron starts laughing and Sophie backs away.

"You're just jelouse that I can get all the guys I want with these things," she says holding her boobs.

"Yeah, cause I totally wanna walk around looking like a trampy, gothic weirdo." Aaron was laughing so hard he was like dying!! I couldn't help but laugh myself.

"Phhhhhft...whatever. Common Sophie..lets go. Their not cool anyways." She takes Sophie's hand and starts pulling her away. As they  are walking away, Sophie puts the "call me" sign to Aaron. I look at him and see him shaking his head no. I start to laugh so hard that I can't even breath. I stop as soon as Mr. Bonè comes into the room. 

"Okay kids," he has a very VERY deep voice..., "I think we are supposed ti have a new student today..I think her name is.., " He pauses to look at his piece of paper, "oh here it is!!! Her name is Brookie." Aaron looks at me, along with everyone else. "I guess she right there!! How about you come up and tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Uh, ok.." I say in almost a whisper. I walk to the front of the classroom and stand next to Mr. Bonè. 

"So tell us a little bit about you..your name? Where did you move from? How old are you? What does you mom do for work..your dad?? Do you have any siblings? How many??"

"Uh, well, my name is Brookie, I am 15, and I moved from New York to Cali because my dad got transford. My dad is in the military and is gone a lot, so I have to watch my 3 year old brother, Georgie a lot. He is my only sibling. And my mom...she..uh..." I pause, so I don't start crying, "she died 2 months ago.."

"Oh," he says, "I'm so sorry." I see a boy raise their hand. "Yes?" says Mr. Bonè. 

"How did your mom die?" he asked. A girl punched him in the arm and he yelled. "What was that for?!"

"You don't just ask someone that!!!" she yells. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.." she says. 

"Oh, it's..it's fine." I lie, "My mom was driving home from the hospital, where she worked..and a drunk driver ran into her car and she flipped into the other lane, the car was on its roof. She was about to call 911, but a tractor trailer hit her side of the car, and she flipped of the bridge..and died. They didn't find her body untill a week later. They never found the person who hit the car, but they suspected a few people.." I see people tear up..they look like they were crying..I think a few were. I walk back to my seat, before anyone can say anything else.