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p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"strongI had orginally posted this story on Wattpad and didn't any response, so I was hoping to get some more here because I really want feedback. I love writing and have been writing fanfiction for the past few years, so I trust this website! Please let me know how you feel. Thanks guys!/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"strong-xoxox Krystina/strong/p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"strongChapter One/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;" With my hair piled on my head in an artfully messy bun, my bright blue eyes rimmed in black eyeliner, my lips covered in a soft pink lipstick with a small amount of lip gloss, with my black Nirvana t-shirt, distressed skinny jeans, and my black converse on, I'm ready for my first day of my senior year of high school. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;" Finally I was here, I'm ready to be done with my high school. I'm done with all the ass holes that I've been forced to see every day for 180 days over the past 12 years. I see these people talking behind my back just because I'm not in their little clique or whatever, but I couldn't give a fuck in the world. I have two really good friends, Riley and Trace, and that's all I need. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Riley is a blonde hair, blue eyed girl, with big boobs. She's a little on the chunky side and dresses a little more on the sexy side. She's comfortable in her skin and acts dumb and slutty, because she got tired of people's sterotypes, but around Trace and I, she shows that she's innocent and smart; in fact, she's got the highest grades out of all of us. Riley is everything I wish I could be. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Trace is our SGBF, which stands for straight gay best friend, because he's hung out with Riley and I so much, that he's just used to everything we put him through. He is the biggest sweetheart in the world, but, he's a bit of a man whore. He's about six foot one and all muscle with brown hair that's spiked up in the front and chocolate brown eyes with a little facial scruff. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I get into my red 2008 Ford Escape after eating breakfast and making my lunch and head to school. I'm making good time and get there before the first bell head to my new homeroom to receive my Senior year schedule. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;""Hey Marley," Riley says, sitting next to me. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I look up, "hey. How was Hawaii?"/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"She smiles, "it was good, I missed you and Trace though."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I smile back, "aww, we missed you too. We went to Seaside and rode all the rides there."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;""Big fun."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;""Yeah, it was. Would've been better if you were there."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Riley laughs, "Yeah, I know, I'm just the life of the party."/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I laugh with her and we continue to talk throughout home room until we have to split from there. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I get to my last class of the day, which is an elective called History and Film, where we learn about a section of history, watch a film related to it, have a discussion, and then do an assignment that can be anything from writing an alternate ending, answering some questions, or writing a review. I have to say I'm really excited for this class because it's easy-ish and I love history. The only downfall is Riley and Trace are in a different class, but I guess it will all be okay. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I take a seat in the back of classroom away from everyone else in the room, and wait for the teacher to arrive. I knew he was here, because a) the majority of the time, teachers are here on the first day of school and b) his cart is here. You see, in my school, not all teachers have a classroom, especially when they are only a second year teacher like this guy is, so any teacher that doesn't have a classroom, gets a cart and an office somewhere in the school. I've heard rumors about this teacher, I've heard that he's a nice guy, he's great teacher, but most of all...He's apparently extremely hot... I guess I'll have to see for myself in a few minutes. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"The class fills up and I realize I know no one in this class./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Well, okay, that's a lie./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I know OF people, like the ones in my grade, but the ones that I DO know of, are the biggest and dumbest bitches in the world. Whatever, I'll just smile and play nice. I mean, I've been doing it long enough so what does it matter?/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I put my head down and start to sketch a picture of a girl sitting on the ground, her head between her knees, and a mask with a permanent smile painted on it sitting at her feet. The room she's in, looks like my room. And the girl? She's me. I have my secrets, some that I don't even share with Riley and Trace..some things are just not meant to be shared. Even with friends. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;""Hi guys, sorry I wasn't here to meet you guys at the door, but sometimes a bladder has needs," a voice says. By the sounds of the girly giggles, this must be our teacher./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"I quickly close my sketch book and look up and I see the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Dressed in dress pants and a green button down shirt, he's tall, probably about six-foot-one, slim but with some muscle build, a soft-square jawline framed with a goatee. His hair is blonde and reaches the top of his neck and is gelled back off of his face... But is best feature is his eyes... He has green-ish blue eyes and they look so soft and generous... I can tell he's a kind guy. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"He smiles at us and his teeth are bright white, "anyway, hi class. I'm Mr. Peterson and this is History and Film."/p
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p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Please let me know whar you guys think! :D/p