I parked my car in front of my high school and got out. I locked my car doors and threw the cover over it.
I walked in. Tiffany, Hillary, and Brittany ditched school. They weren't in their parking spot. Tomorrow is Friday and then I could have the weekend to myself.
I saw a boy walk out. He had a bloody nose. ew.
As I got closer to him I asked, "What happened?"
He smiled. "I-I fell."
"Ya right. Tell me what really happened?" I said.
"I got tripped." He said frowning.
"Oh man. That sucks." I said.
"Yeah. It hurt really bad." He responded.
He was really hot. I saw him in most of my classes but never talked to him. I also saw him playing at his football games. He was good at it.
"Well I'm Allison." I said changing the subject.
"Hi. My name is Tyler." He said smiling.
We talked and walked to our lockers. They were across from each others.
We walked to our first period class and then to all of our other classes.
It felt amazing.
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keeping a secret
Подростковая литератураTwo different teenagers in the same school get bullied for different reasons. They come together and become best friends