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Bells and Brats

I akwardly looked down at my shoes, feeling the tingly sensation in my cheeks.

I didn’t quite know how to answer. I wanted to say yes, I suppose, but I also didn’t want to.

Go out on a date? It sounded like it would be something exciting, especially with Jake. But it was also something new and horribly scary.

I had just looked up to him and opened my mouth, about to say something, I have no idea what, but something, when I was saved.

The bell that let everyone know that school was beginning let out it’s loud ringing call over the yard.

“Gotta go,” was what came out of my mouth, and I turned and fled as fast as I good.

I was thanking the bell over and over as I made my way to my locker, grabbed my books.

Then, with the books for my next classes in my hand, I turned around and headed off towards English, my first class.

I was halfway there when I ran into a person that I very much did not want to see.

“Oh, hello there,” she sneered, looking like she wanted to kill me.

Monica.

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