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Well, This Totally Sucks... (A Sequel- book two)

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School;  first semester- a brief summary (In play format)-

 

Teacher;”Here’s your new class room students! I hope you enjoy your first day of high school!”

 

Riley; *Slams head on desk*E

 

September-

 

Generic friend- “Oh my gosh Riley who are going to the dance with?? What are you going to wear? Are you excited? I am!!!”

 

 

Riley; “No one, sweats, no, I’m not going, and I could tell….” *stares annoyedly.*

Generic friend;”oh… your depressing, bye!!!” *skips off.*

 

October-

 

Ashley; Riley you’ve got to come to Halloween dance, I know you’re still upset but

you’ve got to do something! Come on you’ll have fun.

 

Riley; “No I won’t but okay…”

 

At the dance

 

Random jerk; “Hey you think there’s any chance of us getting it on later tonight?”

*wink, wink.*

 

Riley;”…Nope… none at all”

 

November-

 

Mom;  “Happy birthday Sweetheart! Your dad, your sister, and I got you this”

*hands wrapped gift.*

 

Riley;”Thanks mom,” *hugs*~sigh.~

 

DECEMBER-

 

“RILEY!” Ashley snapped. I had been starring off into space as was routine for me

now. My first year of high school, so far, had been far from great. In fact a better

word would crap. Without Peter nothing interested me here. I was sitting at a table

in the lunchroom of my new high-school with Ashley, Dusti, and Zach. Austin

was off at the popular table with Savanna, like always.

            

    “What?” I replied dryly to Ashley, not looking at her.

 

                “Riley, we’re all really worried about you…” Ashley urged, “ I understand

you’re upset, but this is too much you’ve been nearly catatonic for months, I think

you need help.” The group nodded solemnly.

 

                “I don’t need help!” I snapped,” I just need… to…I don’t know….get out…

have some fun? And that’s not the right usage of the word catatonic…”

 

                The group exchanged nervous looks, after a minute or so of a heavy

silence, Dusti spoke,” maybe you could come Christmas caroling with us? We do it

for fun every year; it might make you feel better… just come by my house around

seven…”

 

                I stared around the enormous cafeteria, almost searching for an answer.

This school, unlike my last middle-school was not small, not in the slightest. This

school was the city’s only high-school; it had over a twenty-three hundred

students, so it had to be pretty big. The ceiling was high, but the tiles on it looked

the same as the ones on the floor. They were a faded maroon color, dulled from

years of intense heavy duty cleaning liquids, and student’s shoes.

 

 The cafeteria was one of the only old parts of the school, a good chunk of

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