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Anderson
"Master Fayne, wake up sir. It's time for school." "Jeffery," I sigh, waking up. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'Master'?" "Sorry sir. I forgot about your 'fetish'." "It's not a fetish!" I say getting up. "Have you told anyone about that?" "No sir. Only you and I know about your.... hobby." "Thank you Jeffery, you're the only person I can confide in." I say and head to the bathroom.
I get out and look at the clock above my dresser. 6:15. I get dressed and go downstairs where Jeffery is making breakfast. "Master Fay--," He clears his throat. "Sir, am I taking you to school?" "First, thank you for correcting yourself. Second, no. I am meeting someone special, and I don't want her to think that I am a spoiled little brat." I say grabbing 4 pancakes, 3 pieces of bacon, 2 eggs and pouring myself orange juice.
"Oh? I see you have finally come over your fears and talked to Miss. Matthews, correct?" "Well, not exactly. I haven't seen or talked to her since last year, but that's why I want to get to school early." "Oh. Very well then. I wish you the best of luck Mas-- Sir." He says while nodding his head at me.
I finish my breakfast, grab my car keys and head out the door. "Bye Jeffy!" I shout. "Goodbye Mr. Fayne." He shouts back.
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I park my car, head into the school, and walk towards the office, but was bombarded by a hug. "Well hello Anderson! How are you?" "I'm good Mrs. Nickerson, and yourself?" "Fantastic! Are you signing up for my home-ec class this year again?" "Yes ma'am. Look I would love to chitchat with you, but I have something really important to do. Ok?" "Oh? Is it that Matthews girl?" She says excited. "Actually yes." "Yay!! Can I make the cake for your wedding?"
I nervously chuckled. "I think that is a little too fast don't ya think Mrs.Nickerson?" "Oh I suppose you're right." She laughs. I hug her and go into the office. "Hi Anderson. What can I do for you?" "Hello Ms. Applebaum. I..uh.. I was hoping to get the locker combination of a new student." "Oh I'm sorry Mr. Fayne, but I can't give you personal information about a student."
"Please, it's really important. Can I ju--," "I am sincerely sorry, but, I can't." I start to yell, but I get an idea. I look at my watch. 6:02. I walk out and try to find my best friend, Quintavion.
"Hey Q!" I shout. "Hey! What's up my guy?" We do a bro hug. "Look man, I need a favor." "Anything bro." I explain the problem and what I need him to do. "Ok. Anything for you man. Just on 2 conditions. 1. I'll be the best man in your wedding." "You got it. And 2?" "Nah, I'll tell you 2 later." We head to the office and Quintavion stops in front of the door. I go in.
"Anderson, I told you, I can't gi--," "I'm not here for that. I just want my schedule." "Oh, ok. One moment." As she flips through a stack of papers, I give him the sign. Then he bursts into the office. "Ms. A! There's a fight in the boys bathroom !" "Oh my goodness! And it's the first day of school! Gosh you darn kids! I'll be right back." She rushes out the door with Quintavion.
I walk behind her desk and find her portfolio. I open it and take a picture of it. I rearrange everything back to the way it was before and walk over to the waiting area, and waited for them to comeback.
A few moments past and Ms. Applebaum and Quintavion walked back into the office. "I swear, it looked like they were going to fight! I guess they stopped and left when they realized that I was going to tell someone. I promise!" "Ok Quintavion, I believe you. But! The next time it happens, you will be receiving a detention. You understand me?" "Yes Ms. A." "Here you go Anderson." She says and hands me a portfolio with my locker number, combo, and schedule. "Thank you." I smile and walk out of the office with Quintavion close behind. "You owe me one. Big time." "I know. See ya bro." "Bye."
He walks downstairs and I walk upstairs. I check my phone and found her locker. I put a piece of paper in the slot and went to find my locker. To my surprise, our lockers were right across from each other's.
I feel a big smile tear across my face. I might actually get my dream girl.