Evelyn's POV
"Evelyn Nicks!" The teacher called, nonchalantly. I raised my hand, without looking up.
"Evelyn, please say 'Here'" The teacher said, obviously annoyed.
"Here" I called out, still not looking up. I could almost feel the teacher rolling her eyes at me. Everyone knew that Mrs. Polaris and I had a...tense relationship, for lack of a better term.
"Hey Nicks” Mandy, the popular girl, hissed from behind me. I ignored her.
"Hey, I asked you a question!" She said. I sighed and turned around. Unfortunately for me, I was seated right in front of her, with her two little airheads on either side of me.
"Actually you didn't. All you said was 'Hey Nicks'" I said, and then turned back around, facing my desk.
"Whatever. I was going to ask you a question" She paused, waiting for my answer. It never came.
"Aren't you going to ask what the question is?" She asked, annoyed. I scoffed.
"No" I said. Mandy 'Hmph'-ed, but continued.
"I was going to ask if you were going to the dance on Friday" I turned around, facing her. She was staring at her perfectly pink manicured nails judgingly.
"Why on earth would I go to a juvenile dance for stuck up snobs that only just stand around and do nothing?" I asked. She glared at me, but quickly lost interest. I turned around and continued to write my list. Okay, you should know that I have a list of traits that my dream guy has.
10. Doesn't pester.
11. Doesn't look through belonging without permission
I looked at it and erases the 'without permission' part. No guy should look through any girls stuff even if they have their permission.
"Alright class, today, we are having a pop quiz!" A groan chorused through the class "but you will have all the period to complete it, and then you can go home"
I smiled to myself. Math was my best subject and Mrs. Polaris would probably let me go home early because I'll probably finish my test first. I looked at the clock. 2:30. An hour till school ends. Mrs. Polaris gave me my test and I began. I finished it in under thirty minutes. I stood up and handed it to Mrs. Polaris.
"Am I free to go?" I asked. She frowned, but nodded. I smiled and left the class. I walked out the front doors and almost instantly, smelled smoke. I began to cough, and I looked around for who was smoking. A tall boy who had black hair and blue eyes who was wearing black clothing and was actually kinda cute.
"Excuse me...cough...can you...cough...put that...cough...out?" I asked. He looked at me.
"Why should I? For all I know, you could be fake coughing" He said. Another horrendous wave. I had to steady myself against the wall. My vision began to fog up.
"Please...cough, cough...I'm highly...cough, cough, cough...asthmatic" I wheezed. He snorted and blew smoke in my face. I coughed even more and soon enough, I was on my hand and knees, trying to get an actual breath. I knew I was having an asthma attack, but I hadn't had one this bad since I was six, and I'm seventeen now.
"Call...cough, cough, wheeze...an...cough, cough...ambulance" Was all I got out before I fell to the ground, unconscious.
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The List
Teen FictionEvelyn Nick's is your average girl. Except for the fact that she's gone on at least one date with almost every guy in the school. But don't worry, she's not sleeping around or anything like that, but she has a list. A list that has all of the trait...
