Well, This Totally Sucks... (A Sequel- book two)

Moving to New York?! Well, This Totally Sucks...(A Sequel- book two)

*AUTHOUR- IT'S IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THIS; THIS IS A SEQUAL TO "I'm a 6th grader in love with an 8th grader and I've got 10 day for you to love me? FML..." SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAQT, AND YOU STILL WANT TO READ THIS, JUST K NOW IT IS A SEQUAL AND IF THING ARE NOT EXPLAINED IN THIS STORY THEY ARE LIKELY EXPLAINED IN THE FIRST BOOK.  SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD READ THAT ONE. I PROMISE IT'S BETTER THAN THE TITLE SUGGESTS. THANK FOR REAING, PLEASE ; VOTE COMMENT AN FAN, THANKS*

~EmoBella101.

Prelude; Riley's 8th grade graduation-

                Today I found myself doing something that two years ago, I never would

have even considered. I was shocked with myself for agreeing to it. What had I

been thinking? I can't believe I consented to this, I know I will regret it forever.

                I was giving the 8th grade graduation speech. It had been two years ago

today that I kissed Peter, my boyfriend for the same two years today, in front of the

entire school. Since then we'd been through a fair more amount of kisses. Most

middle-school couples would have broken up by now, but Peter I were still totally

happy together. I'm sure we had some sort of record in my school at least.

 Not being in the same school had been hard at first, but we got used

to, we saw each other almost every day anyway. I'd walk to Peter's house

one, and he'd walk to mine the next. We'd walk to Smoothie King or where

ever else happened to be in walking distance. And Peter was so sweet

(girls, that's why you date the geeks; they are considerate). He would never

show up to a date empty handed. He'd bring me flowers or chocolates,

sometimes he'd even bring me jewelry. It was honestly, to quote Katy Perry

"A teenage dream."

It was all so perfect; there wasn't much else I could ask for. I had a great

relationship, with a guy I definitely loved, I had an amazing, happy family,

and I had great friends (at least a few). Even the ones that had ended up at

the other middle school were still close with me. Especially my friend

Ashley; something about being separated in different schools, had

somehow brought us even closer. We were sleeping at each others' houses

every other weekend. We knew each other inside out (no not like that you

pervert.), we were just similar people.  In many ways, my life was

wonderful. The only problem was school.

                School had gotten harder since most of my close friends had moved to

the other school. I spent most lunches eating alone, and many a break, were spent

alone, reading. I was sort of the odd one out; I didn't really fit into any of my

schools, stereotypical groups (the closest group being geeks ). I floated, from

group to group (excluding jocks and preps. Yuck.) I wasn't very close to anyone.