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Ughh. Boooo - ring! Who cares about stupid Algebra!! Hmmmm, I wonder where he is . . . I looked around at our empty classroom. It was empty because it was sports day and the jocks and cheerleaders went out to go do . . . sports. But me being me (a lazy inactive girl who coudn't care less about stupid sport) stayed inside doing work.
Rinnng!! Yes! Lunch! I gathered all my books off of the top of the wooden single table and jogged out the door saying a brief goodbye to Miss Carrerra, my Math teacher.
"Hey Nathan! Wait!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, hey Michelle. I'll meet up with you guys after I dump my books off."
"Don't you have to see Mr. F first?" I reminded him.
"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me. Tell Izzy I'll be late," he said.
"Oh, sure. Bye," I mumbled. He would never notice me! NEVER! It'll always be "Izzy, Izzy, Izzy!!"
I'm guessing you already know I like him. Nathan I mean. Yeah I do. I admit it. He's been nice to me as long as I've been in Public Pleasantview High. I sauntered off to our usual lunch spot: the benches and tables in the shade. We picked that as our place when I first got to year 8. But I guess that they already picked that spot before. 2 years later, we still use it. When I say WE I mean . . .
James Cass My BFF. And no he is NOT gay, last time I checked anyway. But then again I've never seen him go out on a date with other girls, hmmm. . . Well anyways, he's the best guy BFF that a girl like me could ask for. I don't like him and he doesn't like me in that way. I totally doubt it, even though some girls in my grade think and say so. He wouldn't. I wouldn't.
Elizabeth Rose We call her Izzy though. Usually I'd be friends with a girl, and since she's the only other girl in our group I'd be friends with her, but . . . I don't know. She just seems so cold to me. Like she hates me. So I don't talk to her. Oh, right, she's Nathan Duke's girlfriend. You already know him from before. I don't hate her though. I mean I like Nathan but I'm not the jealous type.
So when I arrived at our spot I saw Izzy (who's usually there first) sitting on her side of the bench.
"Hi, Iz," I waved.
But as usual she ignored me, she just turned around. Oh well, at least I tried.
Picking up my hope that had been dropped on the floor, hoping she'd answer back I talked to her again, "Oh yeah, Nathan had to go see Mr. F. So he told me to tell you that he'd be a bit late to lunch," I said a little cheerily. She gave me a fake smile and took out her Cosmo girl magazine and flicked through it. Hmmm, maybe she really DOES hate me.
I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry. She'll warm up to you!! I know it this time!" James sort of loudly whispered near my ear.
"Right. Yeah, well she had more than TWO years to do that!" I laughed, playfully punching him on the shoulder.
"Hey, I have to go to the boys'," James said getting up and slowly jogging to the bathroom.
Soon Nathan came. He saw me TRYING (note that I was trying and sadly NOT succeeding) to talk to his girlfriend. "Hey, baby!" Izzy cried out in a very VERY annoying high-pitched voice. At first I thought she was talking to me but then I looked over my shoulder and there he was.
"Hey, babe. Hi Mish," he greeted. That was his nick name for me. When he wasn't there Izzy would mock me about me saying something like mish mosh. I didn't really get it but if that's what makes her happy. James called me Shell though, or Shelly. But I liked Nathan's one better.
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