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Chapter 1
Jamie’s P.O.V.
The next day, I rushed into the school, right to ELA.
“Hello, partner.” Nick was already in the room,
sitting at the desk next to mine. “What’s the
hurry?”
“I just… I like being the first one to class.”
I lied. He gave me a knowing smile and looked away. I hated the
thought that he might know what I was really up to.
The rest of the class filed into the room and Mrs. Hoover got
started. “Today you will read chapter one, two, and three
of the story and write a paragraph on the main character’s
personality. I would help you, but I’ve never read this
book, and don’t want to. So, get started.”
“Wow, Mrs. Hoover sure is enthusiastic about this,” I
commented as she took out her phone and began playing on it.
“That’s for sure. She’s so inspiring,” he
replied. We both looked at each other and started cracking
up.
“Jamie, Nick! Get to work!” Mrs. Hoover yelled.
“What a hypocrite,” Nick muttered, making me want to
laugh again. I looked down at the book we were supposed to be
reading.
“Wow, this looks bo-oring. But we should probably start
reading,” I said.
“Okay,” Nick agreed “I’ll read the first
chapter.” He went on to read, and no matter how stupid the
plot was, I was entranced. It was the way he spoke, his facial
expressions, and the occasional hand gestures that had me so
fascinated. He had a flow to his words that made it seem as if it
was him who wrote the book. For the first time in ages, I enjoyed
a novel.
He would also stop at times to tell stories or make jokes he had
thought of while reading. I would just sit and listen, laughing
at times. We were acting just like old friends. And I loved
it.
“Once, my mom had me make dinner while she was at a
meeting, but I accidentally burnt the spaghetti. So then I
searched through my freezer and found a few microwavable
spaghetti containers, heated them up, and my mom couldn’t
tell the difference,” Nick told me, laughing.
“My mom would be able to tell in a second! She only cooks
her own food, so she’s always saying how terrible store
bought meals are. She’s practically a personal chef,”
I explained.
“You’re lucky.”
“I guess so,” I mumbled, “But you know what,
Nick? I think ELA is my new favorite subject. Wanna guess
why?”
“Why?” he asked, smirking.
“Because my new best friend is in this class.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Nick smiled. I
smiled back.
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