The Meeting

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*Celia's point of view*

"Celia! You are going to be late for school if you don't leave now." My mom yells up the stairs. I groan and get up. I grab my school uniform and head downstairs. "I'm taking your sister to the beach later, if you want to come with." My mom says. "You know I have a fear of water." I say. "I know sweetie. I still have to offer or else your grandparents will smack me." Mom says. "I gotta go mom. See you later. See ya Grace." I say. I grab my bike and head to school.

*Joey's point of view*

I get off the bus and immediately step back. "Sorry!" A girl on her bike yells as she almost ran me over. I head inside to find Terri. "Yo Joey! Wait up!' Terri says. She catches up with me. "Hey Terri. Do you know the girl who always rides her bike to school?" I ask. "Yeah. She is Celia Oehlbeck. She is always reading or writing. We have the same homeroom." Terri says. "She sounds cool." I say. "Oh no you don't. You are not replacing me." Terri says. "Terri, I would never replace you. You're my best friend." I say. "We better get to homeroom." Terri says. "See ya." I say as I give her a fist bump.

*Adams point of view*

I run into a teen in front of the doorway to homeroom. "Move out of the way, nerd." I say. "Sorry Adam." He says. "How do you know my name?" I ask. "You are one of the popular kids. Everyone knows your name." He says. "Oh right. Now move." I say. He moves over and mockingly bows. "Are you mocking me, nerd?" I ask. "I would never. I am just Joey. A mere peasant compared to the o mighty Adam." He says. I scoff and walk into the room just as the bell rings.

*Lynn's point of view*

I walk into homeroom two minutes late. "You're late." The teacher says. "I know teach. I had a cheerleader meeting, and coach forgot to pass out passes." I say. I look around the room and he only seat open was next to the girl who always reads. "Great." I mutter under my breath. I sit down. "Hey freak, why are you always reading?" I ask. "Hey jerk, why don't you mind your own damn business." She fires back. "Don't you know who I am?" I say. "Yeah. You are Lynn Mandela. A rich, snobby cheerleader." She says. The bell rings before I can say anything.

*Celia's point of view*

I race out of the room and collide with the guy I almost ran over earlier. "Hi. Celia is it?" He asks. "Yeah. You are?" I ask. "Joey Emerson." He says. "Nice to meet you. What do you have right now?" I ask. "I have lunch. With all the popular kids." He says. "Me too. Want to grab lunch and eat someplace else?" I ask. "Sure." He replies. We head into lunch and get behind Lynn and a guy. I open my book. "Can I guide you, so you don't bump anyone?" He asks me. "I just assume they will walk around me." I say without looking up. We move forward and bump into Lynn and the other guy. "What the he..." Someone says and we all blackout.

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