Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm еще motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my секунда period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need Ты A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do Ты need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Письмо on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston were here." My mouth gapes in shock. "We-we-we- we didn't do this!" "I know." McKenna responds. "I have to tell the dean!" I start to run out the door but McKenna catches me. My Золото звезда ожерелье starts to jingle on my purple strap-less рубашка underneath a denim jean jacket. "No! Don't tell him! He'll think we did it!" Sometimes, I don't understand McKenna's logic and I know I will never use it. "Well what are we going to do? The колокол, колокольчик, белл is about to ring in..." I check my silver watch on my left wrist. "Five minutes!" "Fine. I'll come with you."
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our Далее class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve рубашка and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our Далее class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve рубашка and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, Ты know Ты want to" Шоколад brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and сказал(-а) she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, Ты know Ты want to" Шоколад brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and сказал(-а) she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
