My alarm blared at me. Oh how I would love to stab that alarm. Oh, I would love that. I got out of bed, put on some actually nice clothes. I have a popularity streak. Ain't gonna let my clothes ruin that. I had a gray hoodie, and some nice light blue jeans. I had my white Nike's and I slipped downstairs for breakfast. My parents weren't up yet, so I had to be quiet.
I finished that quickly and made my way to school. It was a fun walk. My friends came, including Kam, Keller, Sami, Diavola, and Angelina. We walked into school looking like we owned the place. I felt very special. We came across a couple more friends and we all walked cooly to home room. It's that Spanish teacher dude. Forgot his name. I entered the room laughing with all my friends and as I was sitting down I saw this girl staring at me.
Now she was beautiful. Brown hair, green eyes. She was like a brunette angel. I smiled at her, non-flirty. She lifted her eyebrow at me and turned away. That was weird . . .
"My name is Mr. Martinaz!" The teacher said in a clichè Spanish accent. Forty-five minutes, feeling more like forty-five years. I swear I got wrinkles from being in his class. I'd say he's about fifty. Not much of a good future.
I was texting Diavola now. I was gonna tell her about that cute brunette.
Hi Dia! U see the cute brunette that is up there? Old-man Martinaz called her Isabel. Should we b her friend?
Hi J. Idrk. She seems ok I guess. We'll see.
K thanks :)
Np.
I was going to get to know her.
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