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suite life of Ivy Lee.

Ivy "ivy.no"
I could feel my eyes getting heavier, an my weight shifting to support myself on my arm. Only slits were open to see my teacher, almost falling asleep in the middle of a lecture was kind of middle school-like, not getting enough sleep the night before or something. But it's not like I'm a goody-goody. I could honestly be called a rebellious student, not getting detention or anything, and I do my work, I just don't take orders that aren't justifiable.
Such as getting up at 5:30 am.
"Ivy Lee. Please try to act like you're awake, at least." My teacher smacked my desk. My head snapped up, the class laughing behind me.
You could say I was the entertainment for the class. Not so much annoying, but just casual inputs and comments. The teacher's pets hate me, but for the fun teachers that's exactly what I am. The teacher's pet.
And this isn't one of those teachers.
Mrs. Keller hates me, mostly because after we learned about the (somehow) author Hellen Keller, I refuse to call her Mrs. Keller, only Hellen. Even though that isn't her name, I think Hellen has given up with me by now. She may have even cracked, because she stopped me after class.
"Ivy." She called, making me stop in my tracks. I felt my shoulders tense, but my eyes still managed to roll in response. "Yes, Hellen?" I turned to face the strikingly blue-eyed woman, my face twisted in a smirk. "You're good with the other students. Almost everyone likes you, right?"
I shrugged, my tension releasing momentarily. "You could assume that, I gues-"
Hellen cut me off. "Great. Can you pick out a playlist for homecoming? If I find anything bad, you're responsible." She warned, waving a finger at me cautiously. "I never agre-" she interrupted again, my annoyance level going up ten percent, and I'm currently at a 90%. "Ivy, I know you think I hate you, but I was just like you when I was your age." She said the same "back in my day" type thing that older people always seem to think is necessary.
"Back in the cavemen ages?" I snorted, and she crinkled her nose at my comment.
"Off topic, Ivy. Anyways, I want you to go far. I know you can, but not all teachers can handle you like I can. Be careful, for your own good." She began walking out of her room, but before she left called,
"I expect that playlist by Friday."
•
I opened my phone, looking at the group text Maya, Olive, and Sienna had started. It was blown up with ideas of what would happen if they got abducted by aliens, or if they had superpowers, what they would be.
Maya and Sienna were currently in all caps (pretty serious) and arguing about how telekinesis would be better than flying.
"bro, have you even seen Carrie?" -mayaa
"brO, have you seen superman?" $$
"if you have telekinesis you can mod things with your mind, including yourself. thus, flying. *Hannah Montana best of both worlds blasts* -mayaa
"the truest" -olive garden
(Yes those are their names in my phone don't judge)
"okay sure. but he's hot." -$$
"also the truest." I texted in the middle of the conversation.
"hey Ivy. how's it going?" -olive garden
It feels nice that they actually care about how I'm doing, considering I don't have a roof above my head. I feel like if one of them lived closer, we would have been invited over in an instant.
"it kinda sucks. my mom and I are staying in a hotel until we can find a place. we're living the suit life without the nice stuff and esteban." I laughed at the sort of similarity. But on the upside, there was a cute boy in the lobby at the moment. I could try and approach him, but he would probably ask why I was here, and I'm no liar. He would understand that I'm a homeless, pathetic sixteen-year-old girl. He would judge me on the spot, and it's like they say : everyone's a critique.
"there is a cute male specimen pls help" I decided to ask the girl's advice on the subject.
"oh god" -$$
"gO fOr iT brOsKi" -mayaa
"picture" -olive garden
I didn't respond, walking up to the boy. His hands were clenched by him, but he didn't seem angry. Just, nervous or something.
"Uhm, hi." I sat down next to him, mentally slapping myself for being so awkward. I smiled on mindlessly nonetheless, proud I had found it in me to actually talk to a boy. He looked up from his book, his emerald eyes looking over his glasses to me. They seemed to light up, but also confused as to why I was addressing him.
"Hi." He hesitated, nodding to me. "You seemed lonely, and it would seem necessary to talk to you." I tried to explain myself, and his lips curled up into a smile. "Thank you. It's not everyday that a pretty girl just comes up and offers to talk to me." He brushed some dark hair out of his face. "I'm Wesley. But most people call me Wes." He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up his nose quickly, before taking my hand and shaking it gently. "I'm Ivy."