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I walk into third period philosophy and take my seat in the back of the class. This is my one class the Mathews not in.

"Okay class," the teacher, Mr. Kennedy, introduces. "Today we will be having live debates, just on day to day problems. So... I'm going to pick the people first, who never pay attention in class." He states and I wonder if he's gonna pick me since I've been gone so much. "Okay so.. Bradley and... Oh, Mary Anne your finally back, how are you feeling?" He asks, wow, he sounds concerned.

"Oh I'm feeling better, thank you." I say and he nods for me to walk towards him. I stand up and walk over to him.

"We'll have you read your philosophy pamphlet?" He asks, I read it over the summer, I was that bored.

"Yeah I read it before school." I say and he nods.

"How often do you watch the news?" He asks and I shrug.

"I don't know, every now and then."

"your gonna have to begin watching it every day from now on, this is a world history philosophy class. Would you be cool with doing a debate today?" He asks and I nod, "take a seat." He says and I do, right in front of the class, on a stool that spins. The boy I'm guessing who is Bradley is on the other.

"Okay, the topic is segregation. Mary Anne you have the positive side, Bradley you have the negative. Bradley, you go first, you both get to say one statement, then if it varies, you both can argue. Begin."

Bradley pops his knuckles and smooths his hair down. "Alright, let me just get this started. Segregation sucks." The class room erupts with giggles and he smirks, winking at the girl in the middle row. "So many races are hiding in their little ran shacks terrified of other people. They don't have the balls to go out and venture out into the world and meet other people. They're scared of the pigment of skin, they're scared of differences. They're pussies." He says and the philosophy teacher says nothing.

"Your turn Mary Anne." Bradley says, touch his hand on mine and I jerk it back, sticking it in my pocket.

"Okay positive thing about segregation... Even though segregation "sucks" it makes sense. Ever since the beginning of man kind, even if we don't like it, segregation has been around. Not just with humans either, do you see elephants hanging out with monkeys, or a dog sharing it's food with a hamster? No. In classrooms, segregation stands, like.." I gaze around the classroom when my eyes land on my star person.

.Bradley," his eyes shoot to mine. "In what clique would you classify yourself?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I don't know, I get called goth a lot so.. I guess that." He says and I nod.

.Okay and Shannon, what clique would you say you are?"

"Um.. I don't know.. Popular." She says and tosses her chairs red hair behind her shoulder.

"Okay that's and easier example, Shannon, what was your first thought of me today, I need you to be honest." I say and her eyes not to the floor.

.In all honesty when he called your name and you stood up I was like, "ooh teachers pet emo girl gets the debate seat to match Goth ass weirdo guy, this should be good." She says, repeating her own thoughts.

"See!! Even me using the word "cliques" is segregation, you called me emo, and you called Bradley a Goth ass, you even called yourself popular! Your separating yourself. We segregate ourselves!!" I explain and everyone's nodding. "In our own lives the people around us it doesn't matter if your white, black, yellow, or purple. Purple people will segregate making themselves just as everyone else in the world, we are stuck with segregation and there is nothing we can do about it, it is human nature to cling to the people who are like you and to stray away from those who aren't."

We take our seats and I'm getting a death glare from Shannon, a thumbs up and smirk from Bradley, and a nod with a "good job." From the teacher.
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Mathews p.o.v

"I don't understand how your not getting the concept, you just find the square root of 178592 and divide it how ever many times it would take to make a whole number with no decimals." The teacher explains and I'm giving her the death glare.

I attempt the problem over and over and I'm still getting it wrong each time. "You mixed your numbers." A guy tells me as he's in his way to the teachers desk to shower the answer. "The number your using is 178592, you wrote down 178952." He says and walks off.

I find the number now with ease and hit my head on the desk, thanks a lot teacher.
When the bell rings I'm frantic to get out the door and find Mary Anne, I take a seat in fourth and she walks in, she looks like she owns this god damn school, something good just happened to her. I'm happy I'm seeing her so happy right now, she hasn't been happy for a while.

"What's up sweet thing?" I ask her as she sits down and turns so she can face me perfectly.

"I just hauled ass in philosophy." She says with a big smile on her face. She doesn't sound right cursing, I don't think she ever cursed before she met me, she makes it sound so cute though.

"That's boss." I say with a wink and she playfully shoves my shoulder.

"Okay class today you'll be doing vocabulary worksheets." The teacher announces and everyone groans. "But, you all can listen your I pods and what not." She says and everyone slightly cheers.

Mary Anne finishes her paper as soon as she gets it, which is cool cause I'm halfway done.

"Hey." I whisper to her and she glances at me, as she scrolls through her Facebook page.
"I can't hang today, I gotta work." I say and she smiles.

"I didn't know you had a job." She says and I chuckle slightly.

"That's cause you've known me a week." I say and she giggles.

"Okay, but that's kinda good, I gotta go home and clean my room, it looks like a wreck." She says and I smile.

"Nice babe, but I can still drive you home." I say, I love driving her places, she scoots so close and her breathing is so content.

"Okay that's good." She says with a soft smile, god she's so beautiful.
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Mary Anne's p.o.v

When I get home I run up to my room and plug my phone in the charger and strip of my clothes. I throw on some blue jean shorts and a black tank top, next I out on my cowboy boots and tie my hair up in a pony tail.

"Ricky." I say knocking on his door he steps out of his room and cocks and eye brow. "Let's go muddin." I say knowing that's what I need.