I slammed my locker door, proud of the emptiness I left inside it. Teens walked around me, chatting among their groups of friends about vacation.
I looked through the hall for my friends, they said they'd meet me at my locker. Everyone were still in uniforms, yeah sadly, our school had them.
"Poke," someone poked me on my shoulder.
Turning around, my "friend" Georgie slung her around my neck and squezzed me as hard as possible.
"Hey to you too..." I sighed.
God, can't she ever leave me alone?!
I hate her sooo much. My mom, she can read people (I know, it's weird but cool ha-ha), so she told me that, well, she's actually a really bad person inside. And that I have to stay away from her before she puts a dagger in my back.
"Ohmigosh!" she screamed once she let me go.
"What...?" I asked, pretending to be shocked.
Just to let you imagine Georgie, think of a pig with a crocked snout. I love pigs, I mean, they're cute but I'm trying to give you an explanation of that ugly thing.
Yeah, thing.
"You know when you told me you like a guy named Trevor?" she said.
Now, that was a total mistake. One day she was begging me to tell her who I liked (which was no one). I told her...
"Yeah, I like someone but I will not tell you who it is."
... and she started a big begging fest.
But the problem was, I said my friends' name at the time. I was under stress and I needed to say something so it just... I don't know... slipped out.
"Uhuh," I said.
"Well, he likes you back!!!" she screamed once again.
Wait, what?!
She must've seen my confusion becuase she started to explain everything.
"Come on! You know who I'm talking about and why aren't you excited about it!?"
Well, she didn't know exactly which Trevor I was talking about back then. She thought it was some blonde kid, and his hair is the exact opposite.
So she never knew him. How does she know it's the one I was talking about.
"But... uh, do you know which Trevor I was even talking about?" I asked, my voice jumping up a key.
"Uh, yes. I looked on your Facebook silly! He's the only Trevor you've got on there!"
"Hey, if I like him, why and how would I have him on Facebook?"
That's kind of true. If you like someone, it's mostly a popular person, not your friend. But others would just add their crush... what ever.
"Um, that's a tricky question, but you have him so ask yourself instead."
We walked through the halls, hitting the white, blue or grey students on the way out. The stairs were stuffed as well, but we headed down them with no problem.
"Just becuase I have a Trevor does not mean it's him! Trevor is my firned, not crush." I protested.
She turned around, staring at me with daggers in her eys.
"What?! So you lied to me?!"
"Uh, no!" bitch, "... I just meant that I don't have that Trevor on Facebook." I said, lying of course.
"Mhm, sure..." she sighed.
We stepped onto the first floor, getting into the not-so-crowded crowd. My enemy, Logan, stood with his group of friends, laughing about cocks and sex.
Yes, it's that disgusting in my school.
"Come on George!"
"Don't call me that!" She sais sharply, spit flying everywhere.
Wiping some of it off my upper lip, I caught Trevor's stare. He was looking directly at me and my heart almost jumped out of me.
"... Mitchie...? Are you there?!" Georgie waved her hand in front of my face.
Seriously, I felt like my mind was fogging up.
"Y-yes," I stuttered, looking back at Ms. Piggy.
"O...kay...?" she said, pitching her voice at the end.
But she must've remembered that I was staring at something or someone , so she turned around, thinking that she knew what I was staring at.
Well, she was right, but she didn't have to know that, now did she?
"Ohhh, it's Trevor," she smiled from ear to ear.
I serioulsy wanted to pull that smile off and plaster it onto my face, but I wouldn't risk having the ugly playing on my face, now would I?
I know, I sound like a bitch, but she is one. So I hope I have the right to act like one.
Why would I smile anyway? It would show the truth, so I had to act like I didn't give a damn.
"Yeah, and...?" I sighed, pushing past her.
"Yeah and...?!! You were the one staring at him!!!" she practically yelled.
People started to look at us. I had a pink blush rising on my cheeks, so I just pretended that I didn't know her. I was headed closer to the double doors that lead us outside, but I didn't want to leave Trevor's sight.
Oh well, a risk is a risk.
"Hey Mitchie, WAIT!" Georgie yelled.
That's when I started to run. My legs were at full speed once I pushed the doors open and ran down the concrete steps, missing the other students. They looked at me tlike I was some crazy lunatic, but I still ran for my life. This was my only chance to get away from here.
Thank God she's fat. She can't run that fast then.
Ha-ha, I am mean.
Catching my breath, I stopped in front of the wire fence, looking around for Georgie. Good, I couldn't see her. She wasn't near me at all.
Proud of myself, I pulled out my iPod, sliding the earphones into my ears. My mom was picking me up today, so I had to walk across the street and straight on.
I crossed the street, making sure all the cars stopped moving. The sun shown through the clear sky, getting it's heat rays to bounce off my skin, causing a tan to grow.
Yes, once again I will say this, It's Finally Summer.
Jogging down the street, I tried to make it to the bus stop. It would be coming in about three minutes and I needed to get on it. The heat was killing me and it reached ninety five degress Fahrenheit today, so I wanted and really needed to get onto the airconditioned bus.
I pushed past some Chicago High School students (my school) and kept on running ahead. My brother was probably there, waiting for me and the bus.
He said he'd wait for me so I hope he didn't just break the promise.
I reached to the bus stop, a couple of people sorounding it. my brother was standing in the shade of an oak tree, playing on his iPod.
"Heyo!" I gretted him.
No reply. No wonder.
His earphones are stuffed in his ears with the volume on high, I could even hear Eminem rapping him the answers to his test.
So, I walked up to him, pulling out his earphone.
"Heyo! Maybe your little sister would want a reply you know..." I said.
Rolling his green eyes, he put his earphone right back in.
"Uh..." I grunted.
The bus drove up to us so we hoped in, driving home getting the air condition to soothen our crazy teenage minds.
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Really, I wanted to start this thing out so this is just the part of the start and I'm really busy so I'll finish this soon.
I mean, what's the point of this? Is it a love story or just a plain story? Make some stuff clear