"Is this on?"
A woman speaks through the metal speakers throughout the school halls. They come from the ceiling of several classrooms and the gym. Chuckling and giggling was heard by many. Mainly by students and teachers, having some happy faces. Some looked at the ceiling as if it had a funny face. Loud enough for the office to hear, even the small but library.
"I think that's a yes," Another voice mumbled. Heard only by some people in the classrooms and halls.
"Ah! Well then, on today's schedu..." The woman continued saying the lunch menu, some student birthday's, sporting events and some clubs that were that day and the day after. Talking and making jokes almost non-stop. People would react in a positive ways, atleast most of them. Some of the students and grumpy old teachers that some thought they taught for centuries.
A brunette tapped her pencil, not much caring of what was said. Thinking of something to write for the only thing she knew of. A unique piece of writing to put something in her last name. So she wasn't always last picked for gym or class projects.
Her own story
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After the short homeroom, the brunette continued to head her next class. Having a neutral face, not having much to at all of friends. She held her books close to her chest. For the next class as she had her computer bag at her side. Stuffed papers and cracked folders in the pockets. A regular day for her so far, alone to her coming class. English was first, great. Her favorite was the first class, making her have a better day in most mornings. She always was great with the subject, almost since she could write and read. The teachers for those classes were mostly decent for her.
"Hey! Pretzel girl!"
The girl frowned, knowing the voice. The reason of such a nickname is, because that was her favorite snack, or the one the person calling always caught her with, that's all she said about herself, that she really said to.... him. She could hear racing footsteps to her place, making her stop along with the shout. Wondering why she was being bothered by the same guy once again. She felt some heavy breathes, not enjoying the heat other might like. With one foot staying to the ground she turned to face him. Face to face with the highschooler.
She was to see a blonde smiling brightly, looking at her with happy eyes. Looking as if a puppy getting a treat or snack. He was a known person.
Really Known
"Yes Rapunzel?" She responded with an obvious irritated voice. Its cause he looked like, well, Rapunzel. Almost like a twin. It was weird, since he didn't act like her to at all. Or did he? She doesn't know. I guess never talking to him or others has an effect.
"Wow, so unique. Even though you say that EVERY TIME," He said with a chuckle.
The girl didn't seem amused.
He rolled his eyes with his smile, looking at her.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Sundayyyyyyy?"
She frowned.
Sunday
The day everyone decides to party for whatever reason. Even though they could make it Saturday. So the students that actually want to graduate can. Where people can do stupid stuff that they will talk about the very next day. Having headaches because of the dumb stuff they ate or drank. Or even.... put stuff up their noses or ears...
