Sitting here has been killing me. My butt is numb and my mind isn’t in my homeroom anymore. Ashley is up at the board talking about this movie she saw during the weekend. All the gray walls make me feel clusterfobic because there aren’t any windows.
“Thank you Ashley,” Mrs. Adams says.
Ashley sits in her seat that’s right in front of me.
“What’d you think?” she asks me.
“Uh, great,” I quietly clap.
“Thanks,” she turns back to listening to the teacher.
God, now she’s gonna talk about our grades and many things about the school, like what we can do or what is very bad to even recommend.
I start quietly tapping the gray desk out of complete boredom.
“Listen class-we have an amazing message to tell you,”
What-we get to go home 5 minutes early?
“The school has accepted the idea of going to Poland for a field trip!”
I move my head up in shock.
“Really,” I blurt.
“Yes Lizzie,”
Oh my gosh, my family is from Poland! My class wanted to go there ever since we heard of the idea. We’ve always wanted to see the Palace of Culture (Palac Kultury). Since I live in a Polish family I know how to speak, write, and understand the language. My family has been to Poland many times-but I love going because everything there is so amazing especially Cracow (Krakow).
The whole classroom starts to cheer and clap in happiness.
“OMG Liz-Poland,” Ashley hugs me.
“I know,”
We get off our seats and grab our backpacks.
“The bell will ring in 5 minutes class-no point of getti-,” The bell interrupts Mrs. Adams.
The whole class runs out leaving the classroom blank.
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The trip will be in two weeks from today-Hm which will be on June! Well, to be exact the 4th of June.
“Hey Liz-look at this,”
I’m sitting in Ashley’s small pink room. She’s laying some outfits down on her red and pink flower bed. The window is open letting in some fresh air. There are millions of posters on the walls that include Ashley’s love: Zac Efron. My now numb butt is getting back to numbness on a hard wooden chair.
“It’s nice,” I take a look at her chosen outfit.
A short red dress with a dark jean jacket, I normally would have stolen the idea because I love her outfits-but today not really.
“Really,”
“Uhuh,”
She flips her blonde hair as she runs into her bathroom to change.
Ding-dong goes my phone signaling a text message.
I check it.
Hey Liz r u busy later? I wanna talk about our science project and the trip.
It’s from Will-we aren’t that close to each other at all. We are working on a project about the Icelandic Volcano; I hope you know which one I’m talking about-the one with the weird huge name. What’s confusing is the talk about the trip, well maybe because I’ve been in Poland.
No Im not-where sld we meet?
I text back waiting for his reply-Ashley walks out dazzled in her outfit.
“So, what do you think?” she twirls.
“Awesome,” I smile.
My phone ding-dong’s again and I check it.
At my house-7?
Sure
I automatically text back-I slide my phone into my pocket and look up from the screen.
“Who are you textin’?” she asks.
“Uh, Will,”
“Oh,”
“What,” My voice gets squeaky.
“Will,” she flutters her eyes and smiles.
“Ash,”
“What,” she mocks me with a squeaky voice.
I frown and we both start to laugh.
) to follow, so I had to refer back because I lost my place several times. However, your writing in general shows a lot of potential. It has personality and I can tell that you enjoyed writing this particular piece. I enjoyed reading your story also, it reminds me of the Sweet Valley High days. I also would like to know what happens in Poland, because you left me with that suspense in your story, which is not easy to execute. 
