Who Are You ?
Chapter
Eight
“Thank you Jake!” I exclaimed,
smiling at him. After a few seconds, I looked up at the girl. I
examined her face. The texture of her skin was like cake. Some of
the bright blue glitter eyeshadow had fallen below her eyes, and
it looked like her had a black eye. Her lips were stained with a
bright red lipstick with some clear coat on top. “And who
are you?” I spitted out.
“I’m Kasidy,” she extended her hand out and I
fit my hand in with hers and shook it, “I really like your
shoes!” I checked my shoes, even though I knew which ones I
was wearing. In this type of situation, I always feel obligated
to say something nice back to her. I looked at her whole body and
couldn’t find a thing I liked.
“Thank you! I like your hair,” Every girl wants
to hear that, right? Her gratitude was fake to me, however,
so was mine.
The bell rang just before the awkwardness kicked in. We took our
seats and listened to the announcements.
“Good morning Tallahassee High and welcome back! You
all should be in your homeroom class and have gotten your papers.
Please have them signed and brought back before Friday! Teachers,
please distribute the students’ schedules. We will announce
when you should move to period A. Have a fantastic
day!”
Everyone was excited to acquire their schedules. The only thing
they wanted to know is if their friends were in the same classes.
“Talk among yourselves while I pass these out,” Mrs.
Sullivan told us, waving the papers back and forth.
“I hope we’re all in the same classes!” Kasidy
exclaimed as she glared at me. I didn’t mind the jealousy.
No one was ever jealous of me. I was always the one to be the
jealous. It was a nice change.
“Abigail…?” Mrs. Sullivan looked around for
me. I raised my hand and she took long strides to get to my seat.
“Here you are.” She handed me my schedule.
“What do you have?” Jake interestingly said.
“Gym, Geometry, English, History, Lunch, Spanish II, and
Art,” I recited. He took my paper to double check. My eyes
wandered to his desk, checking to see if he has gotten his yet.
His desk was bare.
“Damn Abigail! You’re in all honors?” He almost
yelled, like he was shocked.
I giggled, “Hey, I told you I use to be a nerd.”
“Well I guess you weren’t lying,” he joined my
laughter. For once, I finally knew what it was like, to have a
friend; someone to laugh at your jokes and to always talk to
you.
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lalalove · 1 decade ago
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More more more! :) ♥