Cupid's Stupid Plan

Chapter Three

"Olivia, get up!" my mom's voice echoes up the wooden stairs before floating into my room. I groan, before looking out the window at the white world beyond the painted window panes. My spirits lift by just looking at the peaceful snowflakes as they drift downwards. 

I get dressed into my normal outfit, plain shirt and jeans, before rushing down the stairs since knowing my mom she probably woke me five minutes before we had to go. As I slung my bright green backpack over my shoulder, I sigh. I hate Mondays. It's like jumping into a ice cold pool, leaving the humid pool deck behind as well as the feeling of freedom and resigning yourself to another week of torture. 

"Don't forget your hat, Liv." my mom says before turning and walking out the door as a gust of cold air plays around my ankles. I grab my blue beanie that I had gotten from my aunt for Christmas before shoving my socked feet into my furry snow boots that I've literally had forever. 

I follow my mom out the door and smile as a few snow flakes brush against my face. I don't know, there's just something that I love about snow. As I walk through the white paradise, my snow boots marking the fact that I had been there and the wind blowing my hair around my face, I smile, my earlier bad mood disappearing. 

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"Hey Liv, did you hear that Ms. Dacy is absent again today?" Claire asked me, her big brown eyes full of happiness, needless to say, not everyone loves Latin. In fact, I fail to remember who does. I grin back at her before turning away and letting my smile melt off my face. It's not that I personally have something against Claire, well, not really. You see, she used to date Matthew and she's still basically obsessed with him, but other than that, she's a nice person. Kinda.

I walk to my Latin class, which unfortunately, is first.  I enter the always hot classroom and set my stuff down at possibly the worst desk I've ever been forced to sit at. I mean, come on, we're in eleventh grade, so you would expect that our teacher would let us sit where ever we want, but nope. 

"Since your teacher is out today, you have an assignment to do on the board. You may work with a partner, but keep your voices down, please." Our elderly substitute squeaked, not looking threatening at all from her full height of four feet. Seriously, she's that short. It's scary walking behind her because I'm scared I'm going to trip and crush her. 

"Hey, Liv, want to work together?" I look up to see Matthew looking at me expectantly, his brown eyes twinkling, as if he already knew my answer. 

"Um, suuure." I stutter, confused but also happy about the request. I mean, it's not every day that your crush asks you to work together. Okay, that sounded really middle school, but what can I say, I never really grew up. 

Needless to say, that was one of the best Latin classes ever, with the two of us barely even doiing Latin, and instead just talking about whatever we felt like. Fine, mostly swimming, but it's still talking, which is better than nothing, right?

A/N

Sorry I haven't written in the longest time, but I've been really busy and haven't had that much motivation to write more. By the way, I know this is extremely short and I hope you'll forgive me, it'll be longer next time, I promise. 

Sorry again!

Riley