A New Vandalism
My alarm went off and I woke up feeling pretty good. Well, expect for the crick in my neck from the bunch of pillows I sleep on.I opened up my dresser to see what I would wear today. I guess I'd put on blue jeans with a blue plaid button up. I looked at my mirror leaning on my wall and I thought I looked pretty good so, I went downstairs.
My mom was there with my baby brother; he was four months. She was feeding him some milk in his bottle with a disgusted look on her face. That was definitely my mom.
I got a PopTart out of the cabinet and started walking out of the house to go to school.
I got to the front of the school and I saw Bryan next to the garden. When I came into the school grounds, he saw me and gave a little smile and went back to looking at the flowers.
I loved his smile most about him. Sure he had wavy brown hair and dark chocolate eyes, plus he has a great personality. Ugh, I was dazing again.
The bell rang so I had to go to class, but as you know, it's my favorite class.
When I came in, Bryan was already there, sitting in the table that I usually sit in. I walked over and sat in my seat and got out the book that we wrote out song in.
Mr. Fink came in giddy as ever. He seemed really excited about something.
"Okay, class. Today you and your partner are just going to work on your song. Remember, it's due on Friday!" Mr. Fik said. Then he just went to his desk and went on his phone.
"You heard the man, Trice. Let's start working!" said Bryan.
I was excited to work on the song again because it was just getting good. And on Friday, Bryan and I would have to sing the song in front of the whole class! If the song was really good, we'd get to preform in front of the whole school! Cool, right?
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The bell rang and I had to go to my other class. Bryan and I got a lot done in 50 minutes. We already have our bridge down! All we need now is the chorus and another verse and we're done! I so love this project.
I went to my locker to put my books for technology up in my locker and this time the message was worst, "I'll get you tomorrow, Beatrice."
"Fuuck." I muttered. I had enough to deal with, why do I need to deal with this? And it's happening tomorrow! I'll just have to think about this and try to avoid that from happening. I'll have a lot of planning to do.
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