I walk into the secound year of litral hell.Everyone just looks happy and worry free happy to start the school year.
"Ryan!"A girl I met last year yells my name on the other side of the hall.Alyssa.She seems like a happy person but she is stuck to reality.
"Hiiiii"I say acting happy she only has a smirk I can tell she is semi happy to be here.
"Still a loner?"I joke with Alyssa she Sarcasticly laughs.
"Yepppppp"she says stringing along the 'p'.The first bell rings.Grate.
"Another year in hell"Alyssa says waving to me and leaving.Welp nothing I can do now.First period Math.
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Finally the last period of the day.Theater arts.I walk in greeted by mr.cross.So far the only people in here I know are Kade,Marcos,Haily,Jordon,Ashton and Alyssa.
"What's up buddy"Haliy says sounding a little high has usual but she can be funny to.
"Hey Ryan Ashton already tried humpping Kade and it's the first day"Alyssa says then going back to her conversation with Jordon.Jordon is quite but chill to.Hey ho's a hear from across the room.I look in the direction of the door.A guy with dirty blond hair walks in and talks to his group of friends.He's kinda hot....Wait!no Ryan you have a girlfriend.
We do an acting extersize it's like a talk show kind of thing.everybody goes Mr cross asking the wired questions.Alyssa goes up and says stupid stuff like usual.
"Favriot finger"she flips the class off.
"Favorite food"
"Beacon"she answers.
"Where would do you want to be right now?"he ask.
"Well Im already in hell so home I guess"she says.
"Anything elaes you would like to say"She nods.
"I'm Pan"she says getting up and sitting down at her seat.A few more go but I ignore them untill I hear the same voice that walked in with confidence.
Mr.cross ask the same questions his were original.
Starbucks coffie
Home
No finger
Just original from evreyone eales.
"What's your name?"Mr cross ask.
"James"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
my wildflower
Romance~Ryan and James~Just a love story between my friends that I shiped. These Characters are real people but not real situations.
