RMYG :Chapter 3

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The school that is mentioned here does not exist. I just had to think of some random school name, but came up with something that is lacking creativity. But who actrually cares what name the school has? Anyway, I didn't want to offend anyone, that's why I just created a school.

Toodles!

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Remember Me…Your Girlfriend?

Chapter 3

Again, stupid jetlag!

I look at the digital clock on my nightstand. 03:28 am. I groan. The summer holidays are over and school starts today and I still haven’t gotten use to the time zone over the week. It’s 09:29 am in Berlin. I sigh and stand up, sneaking down the stairs and into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of milk and hop onto the counter, gulping it down.

I sit there for a while. No, I’m not going to worry about tomorrow, because once I start, I won’t stop. But I am curious to how the new school year is going to start.

“You okay?”

I gasp and almost let the glass drop, but I relax when it’s just my dad. “Dad? What are you doing up?”

“Jetlag. I was lying awake in bed for a while; your lucky mother sleeps like a rock.” He says with a grin and I had to giggle at that, “I heard you leaving your room, so I thought I’d join you.”

“Well, I’m jetlagged too, so join the club.” I joke, holding out my arms in mock welcome.

My dad just shakes his head at me in amusement and grabs a bag of cookies from a cabinet, since we finally have food in our house again and it didn’t look that empty anymore.

I have my scrawny body and looks from my parents, because they’re both very thin and have dark hair. But my dad is the only lucky one who has a little more meat on his bones than my mom and I.

My dad joins me on the counter, munching on his cookies while offering me one. I took a few and stuffed them in my mouth.

“Have you talked to Matthew yet? I haven’t seen him around. I thought he’d be the first person to be knocking on our door.” My dad asks, popping another cookie into his mouth.

Oh dad, why? “I’ve talked to him,” I lie, not wanting Matt to look like the asshole if I told my dad the real story. I don’t even know why I’m defending him. “He just didn’t have time to come over.”

My dad nods in understanding, “Let me just warn you so I look like a responsible parent, now that you’re older and are in that stage where you become physically attracted to each other I want no funny business.”

I groan, “Dad, no. Now I know why girls in the movies I watch always over react when their dad talks about ‘intimacy’, it’s just plain weird.” I complain, getting off the counter.

“Where are you going?” My dad asks confused.

“I’m going to leave before we start talking about my whole future.” I say uncomfortably, but mostly just to tease him, “Night dad.”

“Night.” He mutters, but keeps on eating his cookies.

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“Is Mackenzie High better than those preppy high schools in Germany or what?” Alexis asks with a grin, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

“Nothing’s changed, except that they gave me another locker.” I answer, gesturing at my new locker. “I have a feeling it’s a bit smaller than my old one, or is it just me?”

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