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I sat myself down in Algebra, the day after Valentine's Day, my heart still hurting, but my eyes dry. The girl that sits next to me turned and smiled. "Hey," I smiled back.
That night, the night of the day dedicated to love, Paul and I had another conversation. That night, our relationship hit a very large speed bump. Or...so I thought then. I finally confronted him.
Still completely embarrassed, I grabbed Carrie, who held her bunch of roses dreamily in her arms. "Walk me to history?" I asked her.
-Ava- Zara and I head to English class for first period. We try to blend in to the crowd and we don't even sit next to each other in class.
Chapter 30 I walked into Algebra class, taught by Mr. Colly. I sat next to Patrick and Sam. We had to listen to Mr. Colly drone on about his horrible day.
Chapter 16 It's been almost two weeks and we still haven't found anything that would help his memory. We're starting to think its hopeless...
Jason walked through the door, as calm and cool as ever, and I took a breath. I held a Hershey's chocolate kiss in my hands, and tossed it back and forth, one hand to the other. Mr.
I ate lunch with him and Heather. I tried not to look at him, but it was hard when all he did was talk to me.
This morning, I woke up. And I took a breath. And I decided that I could do this. I could go to school, and put on a smile, and no one would know my pain.
Lovers’ Day. What to say. It was a special day today. School was fine, I didn't whine, Though I had no valentine. I didn't care, Honest, I swear, All my sweetest friends were there.
This idea came to me on the bus this morning. Loosely based on people I know and such, but not true :). Oh and a few swear words in it ... ----------------- Valentines day is a cruel, cruel day.
He scrawls a lazy heart, then a football just for a laugh "Jenna OMG ur Gorge be my valentine?. From your mystery stalker" he flicks it across the desk Ever the sweet talker.
except for the girls with boy friends. secretly trying to out brag the other. he gave me chocolates. he gave me chocolates and a bear. he made me a long letter with photos of us. he wrote me a poem.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, February 13, 2013. Thanks for all of the support you guys gave on my 5 Valentines project, it's much appreciated.
I got back to my seat, and Tom came over. "Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, picking up my second music book and flipping to "Nelly Bly". "It's still mixed parts," he said.
I turned around and just decided to go a couple seats back to stand next to a friendly-looking bass. There was no way I was standing next to Jason.
French class was difficult. Tom sat next to me, and kept poking me, begging me to know what was the matter. I just kept my head on my arms, closing my eyes, trying to keep in the tears.
I was starting to feel a little bit better. I'd texted Heather and asked her if what Tom had said was true, but she hadn't replied.
As I stood with Heather, talking, I felt someone's hand run through my hair, and turned around. Paul stood, grinning at me. He did the same thing to Heather, who glared playfully at him.
It's been two days and I haven't had any contact with Nicole or jade and I normally do. The thrill of having school and actually seeing them there... Yes!.
Chapter 2: Sometimes getting everything you want is harder than you think. You always feel guilty for using them. But then you remember how many stupid rules everyone else has to follow.
You thought it was done didn't you. Alyssa: aha. Found Nelson. Frankie: I actually really just want to hear him sing. Nelson: Nooo. Alyssa: You've got too.
Chapter 6 Jake left me alone for the rest of the day and night. Thank god. I woke up at 7:01 and dragged myself to the small mirror in my room. Oh my god.
"Harry we love you!" I remember those voices, I remember the goosebumps I'd get hearing those voices, the frustration of which one I preferred.