Willingston Middle School

Willingston Middle School

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"Um, Will?" Buddy said. "Yeah?" he asks. "I'd hate to break it to you, but you sent that email to the wrong address." Will looks at the sent box and takes a close look at the address. "I sent it to. . ." Will whispers in shock. Will Matthews is probably the most dramatically stressed kid in school who can't even figure out how to play soccer without ripping his pants. And his nemesis isn't helping him by writing articles about him doing some crude and messed up things around school. With the help of his group of friends (excluding most of them) can Will make it through eighth grade without hiding in the bathrooms?
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Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

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