In that room so many things went through my mind like wether or not to walk my dog today or wash clothes or write my essay. The things the teachers gives us to do for work these days is pathetic but of course they didn't care as long as they got their pay. The worst of them all was Miss Coxswell ohh jesus don't get me started about her. The woman is practically 84 and single like uhh go get a life. Her hair is as white as John Junior's butt I'm assuming of course. That image is not pretty. It's was my 9th grade year of school when John Junior's pants came down luckily he was wearing underwear which were white and everyone saw them during a play based off Romeo and Juliet. Ahahaha what a laugh I got out of that. Pictures everywhere on social media. Now everyone calls him Two moons oh how he loves that name it's very generous he said. Only if he knew we weren't laughing with him but at him. Anyways back on topic about Miss Coxswell. She had a hunched back and a silky white eye on her left. She always had something stuck in her teeth and her breath smelt like someone had crawled up in their and  died. We called her Miss widow sometimes just to mess with her the poor thing. No one really cared about her feelings accept the geek we call Norbit but we're not going into detail about him. Miss Coxswell was lit as in literature so she passed out pink papers for our next writing prompt. I immediately put the letters L A N I E   G.  A N D R E W S onto the paper in cursive where the stupid line was. After that I waited for further instructions on the prompt as I sat there. I looked at the sickening yellow walls reading the small motivational posters that were faded from the sunlight. Then I heard a screech behind me so my first instinct was to look behind me. When I did I saw Morgan Stanley kissing Megan Wilkes.  Talk about being lesbian. The two kissed each for what seemed hours. Eh who cared they had that thing going since Jeremy left neither one could have him so they kept each other company while he worked at McDonald's as a cashier. I grew bored watching them wrestle for dominance and turned around and started to thump my pencil on the desk that was covered in grades and under that drawings from the desperate kids of boredom. One time there was a detailed picture of Miss Coxswell's name on a tomb stone and I off course wrote next to the picture asking who killed her . Never got a reply since the janitor cleaned the desks once a month. This Monday was going to dread as I have only been in this class for 30 minutes and it seemed to drag. If I had one hour left to live and a choice to somewhere to stay it would be Literature it literally felt like a eternity. Anyways I started to read the prompt and immediatley knew I was going to fail this class so hard that even George Washington would be rolling in his grave. My writing technique was terrible and that's why I get to have credit recovery on Saturdays. Oh how much I hated waking up at 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday just to go to school. Eh by this time I was finished the reading prompt it was basically about a man named Paul Revere like who the heck is that. The fs are coming the fs are coming I chanted to my next chair neighbor. Bryan he was just as smart as Albert Einstein on crack. He shot me a glare.

" What's wrong can't handle the truth?" I asked him laughing out loud

" Oh shut up dweeb." Bryan retorted and was hit over the head by Miss Coxswell's rolled up newspaper.

" Today class we will......." I had completely zoned out and tuned out the old woman's voice. I checked the time and groaned putting my head on my desk and sighed and raised my hand.

" Yes Miss Andrews?" Miss Coxswell said my name with rhythm as always

" Didn't Paul Rewhatever warn some people about the red coats?"

" Yes Miss Andrews I just said that but of course you were too busy talking to yourself." Miss Coxswell said and everyone had to stuffle their laughter. I groaned and raised my hand again.

" Yes Miss Andrews?" Once again with rhythm she asked me

" May I be excused from class a few moments." I asked

" You mean minutes." She asked

" Nope I mean moments." I said as I walked out the classroom slamming the door behind myself. I walked down the hall until I heard the exact same door open and the words.

" THAT'S A WRITE UP MISS ANDREWS!!!!" Miss Coxswell said as loud as her small rasped voice would let her.

" Leave on it the side and could you get me a coffee doll." I said looking behind me and then said " Thanks Miss widow." All I got was a simple glare that said that's oss. Great just to bring the bad ole grades even lower oh well life's life. I turn the corner just to find the foreign exchange student hung up by his shirt. Poor little guy probably frightened to death and not even sure what to say.

" You need help from up there?" I asked as I admired the bullies work with my arms crossed.

"oui fille brune dirigée s'il vous plaît aidez-moi d'ici" The boy said I didn't understand him but it seemed as if he said yes so I helped him down and patted his head

"Merci merci beaucoup" he said and walked away I just shrugged and walked a little. The halls were silent and empty as I looks down at the tiles and hummed and out of no where a tripped over my shoe laces face first

" Crap!!!" I said as quiet as possible as my nose bled. I scrambled to my feet and made my way to the restroom. I was right nothing is more embarrassing than embarrassing yourself in front of yourself. Hahaha I'm surely to laugh at myself when I don't sound like a duck of course.  I sighed watching the red substance drop into the sink and from my nose. I started to feel dizzy and the last thing I remember is fainting. When I woke up I smelt rubbing alcohol indicating only one thing. I was in the nurse's office and by the sounds of it alone unless I had become deaf in the process. I moved a bit and was immediatley annoyed by the plastic sheet over the bed. So what I'm a bit squeamish when it comes to blood it's not my best category for situations but I deal with it kinda you could say. Well all in the end let's just say I got credit recovery, oss, and the handicap tag which basically means you're a clumsy person. Don't people know just what to do to make me feel better.  After the memorable day of school I made my way home and there on the corner is my old man with my kid brother. He was smoking a cigarette as usual and his hair was ruffled and messy unkept and doom for anything that went near it. He kept his ordinary pose leaned against the wall as he glanced at me with his blue eyes. When I was close enough he stared into my blue eyes as into signal there's someone at home for you. My mind race as into who was then I remembered. My best friend was wanting to study. His name is Curtis and he is like a brother to me. He literally is the best of the best and there he was sitting on my steps as my dad passed him my kid brother followed him. I sat down next to Curtis.

" What's up?" I asked and he gave me a typical look and said

" Nothing really just thinking about the girl of my dreams." And I groaned and asked " Who is she?"

" I can't tell you you'd think I'm crazy." He exaggerated and said " Look let's just study my mom wants me home by 8:00 tonight since I missed dinner last night "  I laughed

" Pwoor wittle baby didn't eat last night " I said as I pinched his cheek and he slapped my hand away and blushed deeply. I raised an eyebrow and said " Seems like someone is giving me the silent treatment now"

" Let's just study now,okay?" He finally said and stood up opening the door for me and I walked through. Already there was a plate of snacks on the table for me and Curtis. Then the sound of a pot hitting the floor filled the room and what's Curtis's first reaction? If you guessed to duck then you are correct. He is scared of guns since his dad did die in the war. Thus forth came the fear of life for Curtis. After his dad died he shut himself down and turned depression mode on. It was sad really I did all I could and that's when he found his relief. Cutting. Leaving scars all over his skin and blood on the carpet. I was told he didn't open up until I came around. I guess that's how a chef cooks he sets up the right things at the right thymes lol. Anyways we were in the middle of studying and I heard a cough. I turn around and instead of seeing two girls kiss I see my dad struggling to get a fire started. His face stained in  dirt from a day of hard work. Anyways Curtis and I started studying and I notice him getting closer to me. He was blushing redder than a tomato. He then looked at me taking my hands into his and I looked at him super confused.

" L-Lanie remember when I said I like someone?" He asked softly looking into my eyes.

" Yeah how can I forget." I laughed lightly a bit nervous for some reason.

" Well that girl I was talking about she's the nicest person I've ever met and she's drop dead gorgeous." He said getting closer to me.

" Ummmmm that's cool Curtis but what does this have to do with me?" I asked his nose touching mine.

" That girl is you......." He then pushed his lips onto mine and kissed me. My eyes went wide as he did so but I eventually melted into the kiss. It felt so wrong but yet so right. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. He seemed to have been enjoying himself . He then broke the kiss and looked at me. I couldn't believe we just kissed and I wouldn't say I was blushing or claim to be bit I was.

" Will you be my girl Lanie?" Curtis asked whispering in my ear since my kid brother Alex had completely ignored the existence of the kiss but could hear what he wanted to.

" Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Is all I could get and he sighed and said " I understand if you don't want to be just know if ever change your mind I'm still open." And with that he got up with his bookbag and went to the front door. He opened it and left without saying bye or anything else he just left. I put my fingers on my lips and looked at them astonished. He was the first guy I ever kissed in my entire life. After a few minutes of processing of what happened I got a text message. I looked at my phone and blushed as I read the message.
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Curtis
Wed, Jan 17

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5:30

[ Lanie I want you to know that you are like my queen. My soul. My love. You are the stars in the night sky. The light that guided me through. My heart that beats. The smile that makes everything okay. You make me happy when I'm down. I love your giggles and smiles. You breath taking appearance. Lanie Grace Andrews I love you with all my heart]

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I couldn't really say anything since I was speechless. I decided to sleep it off and headed to bed. I climbed in after getting dressed in black and blue onesie and stared at the ceiling. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. What was this feeling that suddenly came over me. Could I be falling in love?

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This small part is what I call a striker it tells us who Lanie is falling for so far it's good boy Curtis.
Curtis: 1
Bryan: 0
Sean: 0

I hope you guys enjoy this book as much as I will so that leaves this cliff hanger. 😂😂😂😂