I've never heard of fairytales or love stories, what if one coincidence makes my whole life into one big love story? Let's see my story shall we.
-Math can be really hard even when it's the first period. Mrs. Fawn continues the session and we all start warm ups. Everything quiet, maybe a few whispers here and there but calm enough for me to concentrate. The heavy door quickly opens and startles everyone and there goes the quiet. Marylyn closes the door with excitement, she can't even breathe right. She quietly squeals while she runs toward her group. The Mary group isn't something you want to be involved with, too much drama and etc. whispers develop within her group and gets louder by the second. I focus to hear what's the whispering all about, "he's here, he's really here" all I could hear was that and I start to get deeply confused. Who's here, someone new, old? I start to have questions and they pile up and up till my brain couldn't breathe. I turn around to see Marylyn, she's blushing and looks like she's high with her clumped mascara covering her blue eyes. "Who's here?" She immediately stops talking and gives me a death stare, the way she looked at me made me feel like I was on the spot. "Don't worry Liliana, do your work, nerd" old jokes I see. The ringing of the bell deafens me, knowing its time to go to the halls. Halls can be scary, either you see your friends or bullies, hit or miss basically. I pick up my backpack and throw it on my back, I'm the last since I actually take my damn time. The hallway is crowded, lots of swearing, kissing, fighting, yelling, it's starts to hurt. Kaylee isn't here today but I look around for Linda, she's more an school friend than a best friend. She was already in the class, she usually does that and it makes me think that she does that to not have to talk to me. I sit at the desk next to her, she smiles and waves and I do the same. I completely forgot that Marylyn was also in this class, lucky me. I sit down and start writing what's on the board, Linda nudges my arm which makes me mess up on my paper "hmm?". She looks at my paper and sees my mistake "sorry, but did you hear?" I get confused on what she was trying to say. "Huh?" I finish writing "The new kid is Ja-" before she finished her sentence someone opens the door. He looks familiar, semi long hair, dark brown. Blueish, greenish eyes that look like crystals, the pink full lips and the dark clothes I remember them all, Jake Fuller.
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Teen FictionFor the lovely girls that love Jake Fuller, here's something you didn't know you needed till now
