I dragged myself through the next school day. The clock hand twitched, when the last second of school was over. The bell squealed. "Detention!", it screamed. I slid through the halls to room 22. Before I entered, I peered through the window pane. There he was, waiting quietly, twiddling with his pencil, ready to mooch off my work. I opened the door. "Hey", he whispered, only to be shushed by the supervisor. I took the empty seat next to him. He then reached into his bag to get a yellow notebook. He tore a page out and wrote:
#24 of Mr. Nelson's algebra homework please?
The sparks returned, only in an angry red. I reluctantly obeyed, and took out my homework for him to examine. I watched patiently as he finished/copied the rest of my homework. Before he put his notebook away, he tor out a single sheet. He wrote:
so...how was your day?
I raised my eyebrows. How was my day? Any typical day of Arabella's life is bound be bad, until she takes a nap. I bit my tongue and wrote:
good.
He replied "cool". I was in disbelief. Cool? I wanted to get him out of his single syllable jail. I wrote this on the paper:
Was your day cool? Define cool and use it in a sentence, defining your day.
That was 18 syllables. He read what I wrote and looked at me weird. Satisfied, I stared at another desk, counting the gum wads that were stuck to the underside of it. He poked my arm an slid the paper to my view:
Cool: fashionable and attractive at the time; often skilled or socially adept. Here, I'll give you a synonym too. Awesome. My day was cool (which is synonymous to awesome), but it ended quicker than I would have liked it to.
I had no idea he was the very least smart. Before, I only saw a brown haired, brown eyed jock that danced around Genevieve. Now, I saw my dream guy. I became frustrated as I tried to fix my kinky hair. I had to. I'm not good enough.
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I Have A Shopping Mall in My Closet [EDITING]
Short StoryNot everything goes to plan when Arabella changes herself for the better. She utilizes the magic she was born with to tranform into the prettiest girl at school, just so a boy notices her. Will she realize that looks don't matter?