When I woke up that morning it was raining, something that's completely dreadful to most, but to me it was an amazing gift and I love it. My father came in my room, turned on the light, then the t.v., kissed my cheek and said goodbye, then left.
My dad's name is Taylor. He is kind of tall but not extremely. He has dark brown, short hair.
Today's going to be a good day I thought. I closed my eyes, trying to savor the time I could afford to stay in bed. I was still so tired. I hate getting up for school, but I couldn't be late. I'm 17 and in the 11th grade and have always been a good in school, got good grades, never got into trouble, never even had a detention. I've always been independent but at the same time I'm scared to be alone. I know I'm going to do fine in life and everything, but there's always that possibility.
Suddenly there was a clap. I jumped. "It's just thunder," I laughed. I've always been kind of jumpy.
I decided it was probably time to get up and hauled myself out of bed.I started getting ready. I picked out my clothes and did my normal routine.
I live in Seattle, Washington. It's pretty rainy here. That's something I love about it.
"Hi Addy!"my little sister, Emma, yelled. Emma's five. I love playing with her. She's so cute.
"Hi baby," I said as I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her cheek. I set her down and she ran off. I finished getting ready and then went down stairs to the kitchen. I went to the cabinets and got out a pop-tart. I put it in the toaster and then started to gather the things I need. Bag, check. Keys, check. Purse, check. Lunch money, check.
Pop. I jumped. Just the toaster. I laughed at myself and made my way toward the counter. I ate my poptart and started toward the front door. "Bye Mom! Bye Emma!" I yelled.
"Bye Addy!" Emma yelled back.
"Bye hunny!" Mom called back.
I closed the door and grabbed my umbrella. It was fairly quiet as I made my way to the bus stop. My house is two blocks away. I reached the bus stop and sat down on the bench. I reached into my purse and took out my phone.
Where r u? I texted my best friend Maggie.
On my way 4got my lunch money she texted back.
Woops. I should have known. Maggie is very forgetful. Yesterday it was her phone. Last week her purse. Maggie and I have been best friends since I moved here in 7th grade. We were both wearing a Jonas Brothers t-shirt the first day of school and ever since then we've been best friends. She came up to me and told me she liked my shirt and we've been friends ever since.
"Hey," Maggie said, out of breath.
"Hey!Finally,"I replied,"took you long enough."
"Sorry,"she panted. That's when the bus came. We went to our usual seat, very middle on the right but there was someone else sitting there."Hey there's someone in out seat," she whispered.
"Okay, um, let's just sit somewhere else,"I said. This guy was gorgeous. He had brown hair that looked like Zac Efron's and an adorable face.
"No,"she said,"that's our seat, we should ask for it."
"Fine, but you're doing it,"I said firmly. There's no way I'm going to ask this gorgeous guy to please get out of my seat.
"Fine,"she said. "Excuse me but that's our seat," he looked up and looked at her and then me.
"Sorry," he smiled as he got up and started walking further back in the bus.
"Uh, is he new?" I asked her.
"I don't know I've never seen him," she said while staring at him.
"Stop looking at him," I hissed.
"Sorry,"she muttered as she turned around. After a few seconds of silence she said,"You look gorgeous today by the way." I'm wearing a green shirt that kind of ruffles at the chest with a cami underneath and my favorite jeans. On one of our shopping trips I tried it on and the sales lady said how nice it made my green eyes look so I got it.
"Thanks, you do too,"I told her as I pulled a piece of hair back from my face. I have pretty nice hair. I hardly do anything with it. It's straight with like 10 waves and it's down to my belly button when I sit. People always tell me I'm pretty and that they can't understand why I'm not popular. I blame it on actually having a brain.
Maggie has straight, brown hair that goes to about the top of her ribs and brown eyes. She's wearing an everybody loves a brown eyed girl shirt and a pair of jeans with brown snow boots.
The bus stopped and we got up and started to walk towards the doors. "So do you think he goes to our school?"she questioned me.
"Looks like it," I said as nonchalantly as possible.
"That's cool, he's cute,"Maggie said.
"Please Maggie, shut up," I begged. He wasn't too far away so there's a possibility he could over hear us.
"Fine," Maggie said. There were a few moments of silence but of course she couldn't leave it at that. "But don't you think he's cute?"
"Maggie please he could hear you."
"Fine," Maggie finally shut up.
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My first class was English. Now I have history with Mr. Ritter. I got to history class and sat in my normal seat. Then he walked in. "You can have a seat next to Addison,"Mr. Ritter said.
I think my heart stopped. I hope he doesn't recognize me. Wait I'm sure he won't. We didn't even- "Hey you were on the bus this morning right?" he asked.
"Uh yeah I was," I said. Huh he remembers me.
"Was you're friend mad at me or something I mean I gave up your seat but she was still staring at me so,"he trailed off. He's so cute. He has gorgeous aquamarine eyes, like the March birthstone.
"Oh, um, you noticed that?"I asked. Shoot. I'm so going to kill her.
"Uh yeah,"he laughed.
"Sorry, uh Maggie does that," I said. He smiled.
"I'll make sure to find a different seat tomorrow,"he grinned. He has a gorgeous smile.
"Okay thanks,"I laughed.
"Okay class, open your book to page 123,"Mr Ritter said.
"So my name's Sam," he whispered.
"I'm Addy," I whispered back.
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The rest of class we did book work and took notes. Not I have math. It's my favorite subject and out teacher is awesome. I sit next to Maggie which is definitely a big plus.
"Hey," I said to Maggie cheerfully, but trying to be as normal as possible.
"Hey. What's up with the smile?"she asked me curiously.
"Nothing," I smile back.
"Alright time to begin,"Mr. Varghaizadeh said. I open my book and notebook and look up at Mr. Varghaizadeh and then I get a note.
Tell me! it says.
His name's Sam I write back.
Who's name is Sam?
How do you know?
History class. We sit next to eachother.
That's so cool.
Yeah it is.
I pass it back to her, look back up with a smile on my face, start taking my notes, and expect something great.
