PROM??
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My alarm rang in the morning and I got a phone call from my friend Hunter and she said can you come pick me up for school my car won't start I said I'll be right there and got dressed got I my car and went to Hunters house Hunter is one of my close friend so we know her very well and so let's get backup the story, I pulled in her driveway and she was waiting for me we got to shcool we put are stuff in our lookers and off we go to class, when we where walking to class and I passed a big poster that said COME TO PROM February the 5 I had a really big crush on this guy named Conner and he was in my 1st pierod class and he was talking about he dose not have any one to go with and he doesn't know who to ack so... I walked in class and Conner was talking to Mrs. Mary (aka) the best teacher ever My desk is right beside his
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"Your sarcasm is cute, but you don't have to use it so often." He was smiling. "This is a pretty open place to meet your student." "Which is true." Nodding his head but not dropping my hand or creating a space between us. "Okay. Sooo still haven't told me the purpose of me being here." I laughed lightly. My palm was beginning to become sweaty and my heart was beating so fast. Extremely fast. "I wanted to see you." He bit out truthfully. "Well you see me." My voice was barely above a whisper but some how he heard me and stepped closer. "Which is also true."Oh God, he was leaning down. Was he going to kiss me? Who am I kidding, he was going to kiss me. He was moving so damn slow. Slower than Carter and this was becoming blissful torture. Halfway there....... It's Stacie's junior year,with her blonde and pink hair she's never been average. With one friend she has plenty free time. Free time to fall for a new guy and the new hot teacher, her new hot Art teacher. In the end she will have to choose....

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