There Is Grey Between The Lines

8:40am, too early to be doing maths. Outside, it was rainy and beautiful, which never happens. Blake was looking up something on his computer, and Piper was staring at how wonderful the rain was. She sighed and went back to hurriedly finishing her history homework.

"What're you doing?" Blake said tiredly.

"History."

"We had homework?"

"Yeah."

"I'm pretty sure she said to just read the chapter because exams are soon."

"Oh, well, I'll do it anyways, she always assigns some form of homework when we get a new chapter."

Blake turned back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. When Piper finished the history homework, she worked on the warm-up maths question.
"The answer is B, by the way" she whispered to Blake.
"B?"
"Yeah."
"Aight."
He wrote down the answer in the notebook, and went back to the digital world.
The bell rung loudly, and the class flooded from the door to get to their next class. Piper gathered her things, and walked to the class she dreaded most. French.
"Piper! What class do we have next?"
"Well, I have French, so you've got some other language class."
Blake mumbled an 'okay' and went to his class.
"PIPER!" She turned and saw her friend running to her at the speed of light.
"Meg! Oh my gods,chill!"
"Sooooo what were you and Blake talking about?"
"He just asked me what class we had next, I'm not into him!"
"But maybe he's into you...just sayin'"
"My gods, Meg. And how would you know this?"
"Well, it's kind of a long story, okay, not that long, but it's interesting."
"Tell me later, I've got to attend hell now."
"See ya later then!"
"Chau!"

A/N: yo, okay I know that you're probs thinking that I spelt "ciao" wrong, but in fact, this is the way the argentines spell it. "Chau"

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