Playing The Game
Part one
I walked into my new school, with my new jeans, my new shoes and my new shirt. I had just moved to Texas from my home in New York. This was my chance to start over, to make a new impression, to become a new person. I didn’t like my previous home at all. I’m an only child with only my mom. The worst thing is, I always come home to her passed out on the couch, drunk. I’ve basically had to raise myself for the past 3 years. Ever since dad left she’s been a mess.
But enough about that. I walked into the school administration office to get my schedule. “hold on a moment, miss.” The lady at the front desk said. She had a mess of curly blonde hair on top of her head. She had a very pointy nose, with bright green glasses perched on top of them. Her long, red nails scrambled furiously across her keyboard. After about 5 minutes she turned to me. “Can I help you with something, sweetheart?”
“I’m here to get my schedule,” I said.
“name please?”
“Alexis Lancaster.”
Once she heard my name her fingers went right back to scrambling across her keyboard. She finally found my schedule. She printed out a sheet of paper and handed it to me and said “Welcome to Trinity Highschool.”
I walked out of the office to go find my new locker. Locker number 436. It wasn’t hard to find. As I was placing my books into my locker, I hear a voice behind me.
“Hey.”
I turned around to see a boy, about my height, wearing huge glasses, skinny jeans that were too big for him, converse and a white t-shirt. His curly brown hair fell into his face.
“My names Jake. I hear you’re new here this year. Alexis, right?”
“Yeah I’m Alexis. Nice to meet you, Jake.”
“So what’s your first class?”
“ummm…” I said, fumbling for my schedule. “chemistry with Mrs. Harrison. What about you?”
“Same here!” he said excitedly. I liked Jake already. Just the way he stood and the way he talked. He seemed like he would be a really good friend.
So we decided to walk to chemistry together. As we talked about ourselves, our families, my last home in New York, his little sister, I saw him. Possibly the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. His perfect tan. His perfectly white teeth. The way his beach blonde hair swept across his forehead. The way his t-shirt outlined his very toned muscles. Just the way he stood was beautiful.
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