On the first day of Sophmore year. "Amor" the teacher yells out to the students in a droned voice.
Amor looks up from playing with her pull strings on her PINK sweater sitting in the back of the classroom "yes?" Everyone turns to the back of the room looking confused at Amor.
The teacher doesn't answer but a girl in the front of the room stands up, grabs her black Jansport backpack and flings it over one shoulder and heads towards the back of the room. She stops and takes a glance at Amor then turns to the nerd at the right of Amor and stares at him until he grabs his books and gets up to go to a different desk. The girl sits down in the desk she overtook and stares at Amor, she can feel her staring. "Hello, my name is Angel" the girl says in a sweet voice.
Amor looks up at Angel and sees her hand stretched out for a handshake. Amor reaches out for her hand and shakes it, "Amor" she explains.
"I know, meaning love in French, right?"
"Yes"
"Do you speak French?"
"A little"
"Can I see your schedule?"
"Sure," she reaches to her back pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper then hands it to Angel. Angel grabs it out of her hand unfolds it and scans over it.
"Okay class my name is Ms. Gomez..." the teacher interrupts and Angel folds up the paper and hands it back to Amor.
During lunch Amor was at her locker and Angel walks up saying, "come with me" and grabs Amor's arm. Amor closes her locker and gets pulled through the halls by Angel to the girl's restroom. When Angel walks in she says "girls, we need a makeover."
A girl comes out of a stall fixing her skirt, looks at the group of girls, then a cute boy walks out of the same stall, and walks out of the restroom. The girls grab some makeup out of their bags, totally ignoring the whole situation of that couple, then hands them to Angel. After strokes of foundation and eyeliner she was done.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Look!" one of the girls, Christy, says to Amor signaling her head towards the mirror.
Amor looks in the mirror then goes wide eyed, "wow" she says quietly, surprised.
"Do you like it?" The other girl, Becky, says.
"Of course I do it's beautiful," she stutters to describe her new look.
