The New Guy

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 Once upon a time, in a land not so far away...

 New York City, New York!

 I'm Emma, an average, girl going to an average school, living an average life. But then it was my first day of 10th grade, and I was the new kid. What a great way to start my year!

"What do you mean, new kid?" Well, I was homeschooled, haha, but anyways. 

 I started my first day around five in the morning. I got up, got ready, and breathed deeply. I was ready to walk in to my new school.

 Okay, Emma lets do this, I thought.

 As I walked in, people stared, and I walked through the narrow halls that wreaked of peer pressure and zit cream. As I made a story for everyone's lives, I bumped into her, my future best friend. Her name was Maggie and we became the best of friends. As the year went on, I had the best time with my best friend .

 After Christmas break, a new kid arrived. His name was Dylan Grayson. He sat beside me in every class. It may have ended up that way through pure fate or maybe I had bribed the nerd in my grade to swap places. Hahaha. 

 Spring formal was now in sight and was the subject of everyone's conversations. Before I knew what was happening, I had crush on Dylan. Any time he would talk to me I would get all nervous and shy, but I really wanted to go to the dance with him. Only that was never gonna happen. 

 But then one day, he came up and started talking to me. I pinched myself 'cause I had to make sure it wasn't a dream. A crazy good dream... 

 "Hey, Emma what's up?" said Dylan, his dreamy eyes pulling me in. 

 I stared in fright. Suddenly, I'd forgotten how to speak. And then it happened, he just point blank asked me.

 "Would you like to go out with me?" He kicked the floor with the tip of his shoe, his eyes on the ground.

 "Yes!" I blurted, much louder than necessary. His eyes meet mine and we both laugh.

 So the next thing I could think was, Oh my gosh! I gotta tell Maggie!

 I spotted her eating lunch at our usual table. I rushed over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to the janitor's closet.

"HEY, I WAS EATING THAT SANDWICH AND NOW IT'S ON THE FLOOR, EWW!" Maggie cried in annoyance.

 "IT HAPPENED! HE ASKED ME OUT!" I didn't wait for her response, I did my little happy dance in that dank, horrific smelling closet. 

 "OMG, HE DID? SQUEEEE!" She jumped up and down. We both SQUUEEE-ed for a long time. Then she stopped abruptly.

"OMG," She said, excitement in her voice. "Do you know what this means?"

 "A SLEEPOVER!" We shouted.

 On the night of the sleepover, Maggie came to my house. She was helping me pick out an outfit, and deciding on what I should do with my hair.

 It was finally the moment I had been waiting for, the extremely, amazing moment I was hoping for and dreaming about...