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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Playing The Game Part one I walked into my new school, with my
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