#1 imagine- Michael

#1 imagine- Michael

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I walk into school wearing black ripped skinny jeans with converse and a random hoodie on, energy drink in hand to get me through this horrid day at hell or school as somewould say. You see I moved to Australia 4 months ago.Divorce. The thing that tears familys apart, thats what happend to my family. Now my dad lives in America running a small business. I never really got along with my mum and that hasnt changed but my older sister has always been my best friend. she was therefore me when I was bullied and just needed to cry back in america and ill always be there for her. Anyway back to my day at hell. walking through the school gates I ignore the constant stares from the cheerleaders who look me up and down in disgust. I walk straight towards my friends giving them all hugs when I get there. we talk about about what we did at the weekend and are upcoming exams in march when the dreade bell goes for first lesson. As I walk through the long winding corridors i daydream about sleeping with sirens before too long i see the the all too familiar door to maths but before I get there. BANG. I'm on the floor. I dont even care that someone made me fall over more the fact that my sacred drink is all over the floor. I get up and am about to shout at the person who made me fall and spill my drink. Before I can rant at this stupid person I get lost in emerald green eyes that belong to the player of the school. Michael Gordan Clifford. Now some say he is nice,kind,smart and thoughtful. then theres me. from my dictionary there is one word to explain Michael. Douchebag. Instead of having ago at him I walk away. Slightly bumping him on the shoulder along the way. I walk into maths. Late as usual. I dont get 2 meters into the room before my tecaher, Mr.Moon, is giving me a detention slip for tonight.ughh, i was going to got to the skateboard park. I hate Michael clifford. I hate Him.He is so frustrating. I sit at the back of the class staring out the window.Only 4 lessons left
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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