The Flirt

I hate coming to school on Monday’s. The weekend is always too short and then we are forced to get back to studying and test taking. Oh the horrors.

Ewww it was a Gold Day. Most people like Gold days better, because we only have two core classes. But my two core classes, were my two least favorite classes. Social Studies and Language Arts.

The worst part is having 73 straight minutes of Social Studies, at least Language Arts is broken up into 13 minutes and 60 minutes.

With Social Studies finished I entered L.A.

“Nora, Nora, Nora.” I heard Connor whisper.
“Nora, Nora, Nora.”

What is wrong with him???

I turned around and looked at him.

“Yes Connor?”

“Heyy.” He said as he smiled and winked.

I looked away. I had to be one of the only girls who didn’t flirt back with Connor.

Later as he walked back from the pencil sharpener, he gently poked me with his pencil.

I snapped it in half.

Yes Connor is quite the flirt.

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