freewriter wrote:Camille walked warily through the crowded halls of St. Henry Memorial High School, pushing her way through the crowds of people. She looked down at herself, "yuck" she thought to herself this sentence is too confusing, she probably looked terrible in her mini-skirt, black lace leggings and her red tank top. She tugged on her shirt and hoped she didnt smear her eyeliner or forget to put on deodorant, she'd be the laughingI think there is a space herestock for the rest of the year. The warning bell what? interupted her thoughts as she fought the locker door open and the halls cleared of all inhabitants< I like this word and the morning announcments started. Camille stuffed her bag into the cramped locker, grabbed a pencil, and ran as fast as she could to her first period, algebra. She opened the door to her classroom, nearly falling on her face on the slick, fresh-from-summer tile floors and threw herself into an empty desk next to a lanky, pimple-faced boy with black hair and a Family Guy T-shirt. He smiled at her, it was a little creepy having someone make eyes at you for 45 minutes straight, she could feel his eyes burrowing into her as she scribbled answers onto her paper,you would put this on the next line. " damn," Camille raised her hand, " Yes, Miss Watson?" Her teacher Mrs. McCallahan glared at her from over the rim of her glasses. Camille managed to sputter out " can I sharpen my pencil please?" The teacher nodded and went back to reading her book. She got up and speed-walked to the electric sharpener and shoved the pencil in, still feeling the lanky boy staring at her, "he's actuly kinda cute,in a quiet, creepy way." she thought.