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September 24

Have you ever laughed so hard that tears have fallen from your eyes? Today at lunch, I was finishing my English assignment. I had to draw a picture of the plot of the first chapter of “A Separate Peace”. I started drawing the main character and got flustered. Paul peered over my shoulder and started laughing. I put my pencil on the table and sighed.

“Hey, Don’t drop out of school and become an artist!” Paul remarked.

I smirked and watched Paul as he grabbed the pencil. He started drawing a body giving him defined pectorals and manly abs. I started choking as he gave the person a thong. Paul was a humorous guy who I could never take seriously. The next thing I knew, Paul put the poor caricature behind bars. He grabbed a colored pencil and colored the thong pink.

We sat by the vending machines watching the numerous students creep towards to quench their thirst. I was sitting, laughing over the picture wondering exactly how I was going to turn my English assignment in when I got wacked in the head with a flying backpack.

I turned around and to my disbelief it was Allison. I was a nice person, but not when it came to Allison.

“Oh. Sorry,” she smirked.

I faced towards my table and a disgusted look approached on my face.

“Signs point to you hate her?” Paul asked.

“Can’t say I like her,” I explained.

Dance had made me miserable. Most of the girls were so mean. Allison had continually talked bad about me dissing my every move. She told others how I sucked at dancing, had no skill, and should just quit. I was on the competition team. I wasn’t bad, per say, but I did get a bit confused at times. My only friend at dance was Erin. We had so much in common and I was glad that we were in the same grade at the same school this year. I had finally quit competing and decided to take a couple of dance classes because my schedule would be jammed packed.

Biology was hot. Not the subject, just the person sitting oh so very close to me. Mike’s eyes are full of sexiness and really light my bulbs. We had a test today and I can say my grade got called out. That calls for some serious academic achievement, because today I was included again as a smart brainiac who actually studies for tests and achieves the best. I smiled as I took my test and laid it out on my desk.

I really should stop obsessing over boys. But then again, a girl is supposed to drool over the opposite sex. Ugh.