You're Not Creative

You're Not Creative

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They all stared at me like I had two heads. "I'm sorry, I'm looking for the talent room. Can someone tell me where that is?" I asked, holding out the paper the lady in the office gave me. The blonde one took the paper, reading over it while he said, "This is the talent room." His brows turned down to a frown. "Dance?" I nodded. The one with brown hair smiled and sat on a desk. "So you dance? Sounds pretty classy." ^^^^^^^ When everything got to be too much, Hazeline left. She didn't want anything to do with the past she'd left behind, nor did she care if anyone missed her. Her friends had been mean, her Dad put too much pressure on her, and that guy she "fell in love" with, had told everyone she was easy. So with what was left of her broken self, she ran away. New school, new life, even a new name.
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"You dropped this." I heard a husky voice say. I turned around to look at what I dropped and realized it was my schedule. I gasped. Damn, I would have been fucked if I'd lost it. I guess I didn't put it in my bag... I looked up to thank him, but ended up not being able to find my voice. He's really attractive. Drop dead gorgeous attractive. Hot. He has brown hair that is spiked up in a messy way and shiny chocolate brown eyes that are hard not to stare at. His jawline was firm and he is extremely tall compared to my 5'3" height; he seems like he's 6'1". He looks in good shape -- the white shirt he was wearing showed off his broad muscular chest. He wore a leather-mans jacket from the school over the t-shirt, with black denim jeans, and converse. I swallowed. I snapped out of it and took the paper forcing myself to say "thanks." However, he walked away before I even finished. OK... he obviously isn't interested in the 'new girl' like all the other students are. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. Out of all the guys that have hit on me in school today he is the only one that has caught my eye -- bad news is that he didn't even bother. "You know him? I'm surprised the cheer-bitch hasn't threatened you yet." Jessica said, her face showing shock. "Um, no I don't know him... and cheer-bitch?" I frowned confused. "She's his ex-girlfriend, but considering she has such a small brain that is a size of a peanut, she won't leave him alone. I mean like seriously, EX; has she not heard of that quote, 'Thanks for the EXperience, Our time has EXpired, now EXit my life.' She is one clueless bimbo. Then again who would leave him alone he is S-E-X-Y!" I laughed. "I am going to love being your friend." I said while I looked back to where he had headed a while ago, but I no longer saw him. I sighed disappointed.

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