the rude guy and me

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I don't want a boy friend. Nor do I need one, god sakes

I am only in high school. I was thinking this as I walked to my next

class seeing not only one but four people making out in the hall

ways. Besides I am too busy, I have school work I want to be

valedictorian. Right? Okay so maybe it has more to do with the fact

that I cannot get a boyfriend. I could if I wanted too, but that

would mean extra effort more batting my eyes and talking too new

people. I'm not completely shy or a total nerd I just like familiar

faces. And most the guys I see are looser or have girl friends they

want to marry. Boys the ware also immature.

I took a seat in my English class next to my best guy friend

"hey" he said typing away at his laptop "hello" I looked at him typing

he was immersed in our journal topic for the day. I couldn't help but

giggle "what,do I have something on my face. Why are you

laughing." this only made me laugh harder because he did have

something on his face. We go through this about everyday. It still

makes me laugh he is the most secure person I know but there are

things a lot of people don't know about him and it makes me sad. I

stick up for him people tend to question his straightness, not me I

know he is. But this upsets him deep down he is really depressed. I

love carter we are like brother and sister.

My teacher Ms. Fritz was sitting down eating a carrot and

singing a song. This was my favorite class aside from band. The bell

rang and class started. I ignored her and was more worried about

other things today was one of those days when I couldn't focus.

This was my last hour of the day. I wanted to go home early and be

alone. I sat quietly. I looked back at carter and he was still typing

like crazy. I pulled my head phone through my jacket and stuck it

into my ear. I layed my head down on my desk and fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of the bell Ms. Fritz gave me a look

and then laughed. Carter who was now done typing looked at me

and laughed. I looked into my black computer screen and I as I

knew it my headphone was stuck too my forehead. I peeled it off

and it left a red indentation on my forehead. I got up and packed

my things just as the dismissal bell rang.

I pulled the hood of my black Beatles jacket over my

head to cover my forehead. Me in all black and converse dare I say it

I look emo. I am defiantly not. It is just one of those emo days were

I dress the way feel, I am not depressed. Its just gray out and I

didn't want to come to school today. I turned the corner to go to

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