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You call me. 'Miss Perfection'. Flirt, hug. Love and affection. Ask for my number. You get disappointed. But not discouraged. At the moment. Ask again. Ask me why. 'Cause I chose so.
The wind howled outside, making me lose my focus once again, as I sat at my desk, contemplating the question on the test. “Two more minutes,” the teacher announced at her desk.
"What do you mean by 'Your boyfriend'?" "Well he was my boyfriend. He broke up with me thirty minutes ago. Now I see why." We stare at each other for a long while. Connor comes back.
Chapter one.. It was the first day at my new school in Birmingham I were moving in the summer holiday from London a new place a new start." I'm Alice " I said to the teacher " Hi, Alice I'm miss.
You idiot. What did you do that for. I can't help but wind her up. She's really cute when she's mad at me. For that moment when she's mad at me she's thinking about me and only me.
Tormenter won't leave me be, I try to be pleasant, ignore it, see, But she seems to think I like her, I don't, and about her I don't care.
One day before 12th grade started and I'm barley prepared. None of my supplies are sorted out, I have no idea what I'm going to wear. As panic ran throughout my body I hear my dad call me downstairs.
When we get on the dance floor, it's packed with people. We look around and finally find a corner that we could dance in. We mainly just sway our bodies.
I used to like him. He was sweet, kind and warm. But now he's a jerk. He's cold hearted and mean. When ever I talk to him his eyes are somewhere else. He doesn't look into my eyes he looks down.
"Jordan. Jordan. Jordan!" I spun on my heels, looking to see who called my name. "JORDANJORDANJORDANJORDANJORDAN-" I sighed. "Whhaaat?" My friend Katy stood, grinning, a mischievous look on her face.
I managed to survive the rest of the week. Cassie was still the same. Yet again I had to walk home alone. I walk inside and go back up to my room. Thank God it's Friday.
Not all heroes are like the ones they tell us about in school, not all of them defeat monsters or fight with superpowers or a sword. Some just survive and hope that one day everything will be okay.
Over the past weeks we have been talking about what drama is. We have talked about acting, and being an ensemble. What we haven't talked about is what drama is to us individually.
"I'm going to be late mum. Hurry up". Shouted Emma on her first day of high school. "Oh Emma calm down you have half a hour before school starts" Emma has been looking forward to this day all her...
A dress to die for, A darling date. A colourful corsage, There he is at the gate. Hair in a bun, Perfume galore. Lippie in my bag, And he's at the door. My father opens, Welcomes him warmly.
Welp, I'm suspended for 3 days and my Mom isn't going to send me to school Friday because I can't go the dance now. So counting the weekend, I get 6 days off!.
10-James ~James' POV~ For the rest of school, all I thought about was the date, tonight. I got more and more nervous by the second, but I really wasn’t quite sure why.
9-Ally ~Ally's POV~ “Just his behavior in general, lately, ticks me off,” I was telling my best friends, Emily and Jenna.
The last bell rings and I jump out of my seat. I run over to my locker. I put in the combo and open it up. I snatch my backpack out and stuff my books in it. My backpack is so heavy.
8-James ~James' POV~ “Well, we’d better hang up, now,” I said to Mitch over the phone, the next morning. “If we want to get to school on time, we’d better go.” I heard Mitch sigh over the phone.
- Oliver - I was stood outside the new hell hole of a school I was going to attend today. The early monday morning mist floated around me, hazing my view of the three story building.
I got accepted into a new school. I started tuesday. I've been there a week. I barely knew anyone. I'm so happy about that. no one knows me. it's a fresh batch of people. they don't know me.
Mike and Jennifer (Jen) have been best friends and lived in the same neighborhood since they were little kids. They did everything together, and could talk about anything with each other.
She stared at me, her clear blue eyes open wide as she slowly and carefully explored my facial features with her fingers.