Claire and I plan to meet in my room at 6 the next morning to get ready together. We basically tore apart the whole room looking for my blue dress. But it was worth it; Claire looked stunning. I wore a bright cheery pink dress. At 6:42, we were just finishing up curling our hair. When we finished, I grabbed my purse and we were out the door.
When we arrived at the café, the boys were sitting there waiting for us.
"Good morning." I say, giving Matt a kiss on the cheek.
"We already ordered for you."
"Thank you," Claire says, sitting down next to me.
I just smile. "How much do you wanna bet that they ordered something gross?" Claire and I chuckled.
"No, I'm pretty sure that you'll like this." Jake says assuringly.
After 10 minutes of talking, the food comes in. It smells wonderful. The waiter sets down a huge plate topped with an omelet. That must be for me. I eagerly start cutting up the food and stuffing it into my mouth.
"Fine, you win." I admit. "This is good."
Matt flashes a white smile and winks at me.
I wish we could just spend the whole morning here, but we all have classes, so Matt and I split ways with Claire and Jake. Matt whispers, "Follow me." And walks into a closet. Obediently, I follow him into a dark room. I can't see anything or anyone, but I hear Matts voice:
"They found our bubble room." He says. "It was supposed to be long gone 4 years ago."
I am devasted. Matt then turns on the lights, and, as expected, we are in a closet.
"Wh-" I start to say.
"Shh."
I close my mouth.
"Close your eyes." I obediently close them. Matt somehow leads me through a door and into another room.
"Now open them."
I open my eyes to see a large room with a stage. Matt leads me onto the stage and I hug him.
"So this is our new place," Matt says."You can't tell anyone; Jake doesn't even know."
"Are you going to tell him and Claire?"
"Probably after 1st period."
"Okay," I say, leaning in to kiss him.
We are interrupted by the warning bell for 1st period. We rush out of the room, quietly closing the door behind us. When we are in class, Claire sends me a note:
"Where were you?"
"No where."
She gives me a strange look.
"Where?" She writes again.
"I'll tell you after class."
"Fine." She scribbles.
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It's Not Fair
Ficção AdolescenteKamila is a pretty well-behaved kid, but when she is blamed for something she didn't do, her mom takes it way too overboard and sends her to boarding school. She is left all alone, with no friends or even the slightest familiar face. While being th...
