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Why Boys Are Idiots
Chapter 8 (Cyra’s POV)
I sprang out of bed and looked to my left. Shiz! It’s eight-twenty already! I doubted that I would get there on time, but at least I had to try.
Opening my closet, I threw on the first pieces of clothing I had laid my eyes on that weren't too tacky. There wasn't exactly much time to be picky, so even though the result looked a little too 'formal', I decided that it would do.
Running to the bathroom, I nearly crashed into my idiot of a brother, Mark.
“Watch where you’re going!” I glared at the tall, messy-haired boy.
He backed against the wall, raising his hands up in surrender. He knew what had happened to Paul, since I had kind of sent him to the hospital. And well... They were brothers, so there wasn't much to say about that. And what Paul said last time was true; I was actually a lot stronger than both of them.
In less than two minutes, I finished what I needed to do with eight minutes left to get to school. You're never going to make it! My mind told me involuntarily as I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
The elevator was extremely slow today. And with my impatience adding to that, not even half a minute before I gave up and took the stairs. Argh! So many flights! I grumbled silently to myself as I flew down the steps, panting slightly as I finally reached the bottom.
I sprinted the whole way to school, even though I knew it was pretty much a lost cause. The heavy backpack full of textbooks that I had lugged over my shoulders didn't help much either. What was a twenty minute walk became a six minute sprint. With about half a minute left before the tardy bell, I weaved in and out of the current of students rushing to get to their class.
“Cyra! Hurry! You’re going to be late!” I heard my friend’s voice down the hall. Yes! I might make it! The class is so close! I’ll make it! I’ll make it! I chanted silently to myself to keep my adrenaline pumping.
I counted down the seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The second I stepped into the classroom, the bell rung.
I bit my lip nervously as our math teacher, Mrs. Scott, looked at me warily. Her eyebrows were bunched up together a bit as she considered the situation. After a few seconds of waiting, she finally decided to let it go since I was one of the best students in class.
Yes! And I told myself I wouldn’t make it. Yes! I began to do my happy dance when I collapsed on the nearest empty chair.
I let out a sigh of relief when the half blonde, half brunette teacher went on about algebra, like she normally did.
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Why Boys Are Idiots
Teen FictionZaira, Cyra, and Addie are just three normal teenage girls trying to get through high school. But at every moment of happiness, it seems as if as certain group of people have made it their mission to make their lives as miserable and frustrating as...
