Chapped {h.g}

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Thursday February 5th 9:03 pm
"Jordyn Anne, get your butt in here!," my mother screamed. I groaned and stood up from the couch I was currently sitting on. I scurried into the kitchen.

"What is this?," She asked pointing to my report card that must've been sent in the mail this morning.

"Schools hard," I shrugged. She glared at me.

"I just want you to try, Jordyn. That's all you have to do. If you don't bring your grades up, no more soccer for you," she scolded. I never really enjoyed soccer anymore after my teammates went against me for accidentally kicking the ball in the wrong goal causing our team to lose.

"I don't like soccer anyway," I told her. Not caring about the sport she made me participate in.

"I mean it, Jordyn. Get your grades up," I started walking towards my room, wanting to end the conversation.

I noticed the picture of my fifth grade class from three years ago sitting on my top shelf. I pulled it down to get a better view. I skimmed the picture to see me standing by myself in the back row. Jerome hadn't arrived at our school yet, so I was pretty lonely. I then noticed girls surrounded around a certain boy that I have been crushing on since the first grade. He was, of course, from a wealthy family that owned a business in Florida before they moved to North Carolina. He wasn't one of those people who bragged about their wealth. That was one of the many reasons why I adore him.

I sighed and lied down on my bed, grabbing a book from my bedside table and glancing at the title: 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'. I have already read this book about a gazillion times, but might as well occupy myself for the rest of the day.

I have always had an obsession with the Harry Potter books and would read them until I was nearly asleep. Seeing that I'm currently on page 249, I certainly won't get it done tonight.

I decided to get to sleep, knowing that I have school ahead of me. I turned off the light and slipped under the covers, falling asleep to the sound of owls and crickets.

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Friday February 6th 7:15 am
Beep. Beep. Beep.

I instantly woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I groaned and sat up in my bed, turning my alarm clock off.

I slowly made my way towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and put my hair up in a simple low pony tail. I then made my way towards my bedroom. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that read 'New York City'.

I grabbed my book bag that was lying on the ground and made my way downstairs. I tied my converse and walked out of the door, saying bye to my mother and grabbing a blueberry muffin on the way out.

Soon after I stepped out of the house, the school bus pulled up at the end of my driveway. I slowly got on and sat at my assigned seat.

I heard loud voices fill the bus as soon as I got on. I glanced out the window to see a couple of kids waiting for their school bus to pick them up.

The bus made a few more stops before arriving at North EastWood: The place where kids dreams die. We slowly exited the bus, walking the sidewalk to the front entrance.

I arrived in home room, waiting for classes to start up. Unfortunately, he wasn't in my homeroom, but he was in half of my classes. Which I enjoyed quite a lot.

I scurried to my first class, happily sitting down where I was assigned. The assigned seat being across from his.

He soon arrived in the classroom, sitting at his assigned seat. Mr. Gallows, our science teacher, called out his name.

"You're actually going to be sitting back there for now on. I have to separate a few boys," Mr. Galloway told him, he nodded and moved to the seat in the back. I frowned and placed my head on the desk.

After one and a half horrible hours in that class, I couldn't wait to attend my next class. That class being art. I've always had a love for drawing.

I walked to the art room and I was stopped by somebody unknown. I turned around and glanced at the person who had stopped me. I was surprised at the person.

"Hey...do you happen to have any Chapstick?," He asked. I glanced at his chapped lips and slowly nodded, pulling at my 'baby lips' Chapstick and handing it to him, not realizing that I would never see that Chapstick again.