A love story based in the teenage life of Emily Thorn, a freshmen at Richardson high school. She's been to this school her whole life and this is her first day of high school and there are a bunch of new students but one student in particular caught...
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this is emily, she is just all in all an exrovert and is ushully very happy. Very friendly not to popular but known for her happiness.
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This is Archer he's pretty much the opposite of Emily. He is really quite and a little snappy. Usually sits in the back of the room. Not to much of a people person.
You said I was too innocent. You said I would never be ready, yet your standing here at my door in the pouring rain.
Hello my name is Emily, I'm starting my freshman year today. I have already mixed up my classes and I'm currently lost, class has already started, and I'm just standing here in this quiet ass hallway, hoping something will happen, anything just anything would be nice. I would go down to the office and see were I'm supposed to be, but..... I don't know where the hell I am. I go to sit down beside the water fountain, kinda just giving up at this point when I hear a door open I look up and a boy walks out of the bathroom we made I eye contact, his facial expression didn't change he just stood there blankly looking at me. He all most looked like he was done with the bull crap in his life. But his eyes kinda sparked in interest. "Hey" I say trying to start up a conversation. Before I could really say anything else he starts to walk away almost like he didn't even notice me. For some reason I got the urge to get up and fallow him so I could talk to him. I get up and jog up to his side, "Hey" I try again, "my name is Emily" he doesn't even look over to me to acknowledge my existence. "I'm a little lost can you help me ?" He stops and looks at me, still with the same pissed off expression on his face, "What class ?" He says, almost annoyed "Oh ! ....umm Mrs. Lines". He looks down at the paper in his hands "Ya me too" "Oh that's great! I will just tag along with you then". He starts walking without saying anything and I trail behind him. We reach to the class room, he opens the door and let's him self in. I catch the door right behind him and walk in to our writing class.
