Daydreams and Doodles
by Katie Mahocker
It all started one day when my daydreaming during math class was
interrupted when this guy I had never seen in my life sits down
in the desk right behind me. Maybe the 8th grade wouldn't
be as bad as I thought, or would it? Little did I know that
I would be spending a lot of time with bird-brained Jeremy Smith.
OK, OK, let me go back to the beginning, back about, oh 3-4 weeks
ago on the first day of school. My best friend Jaimee
had moved to Florida; no more Sammy Phillips and Jaimee
Parkins, and the guy I used to like had to transfer schools. I
thought that my year as the oldest class in middle school was going
to be awful. No, evil. No, horribly terrible. That
was that, I was just going to have to crawl into my little shell
and silently make it through my 8th grade year.
Now, let me
tell you, I am not the kind of girl who does anything silently;
I am not obnoxious by any means, just slightly outspoken,
yeah, that's the word for it: outspoken. I also have a
twin sister. An identical twin sister; sometimes my mom
can't even
tell us apart! Anyways, my sister Susan and I are totally
different! She's all dresses & makeup and I'm
more of the sporty-touch-of-lipgloss-and-a-smudge-of-eye-shadow-won't-hurt
kind of girl. Susie is, in my eyes, a girl's worst enemy
(or at least mine). My sister is so prissy that her email
address is prettyprincess_37!
Anyways, back to the guy in math class.
So, he sits
behind me and leans real far foreword, like 2 inches from the back
of
my head, so whenever I turn my head I smack
him in the face with my pony tail, that leads to him constantly
complaining. What
a Freak! (notice the capital F). Anyways, after 45 more
minutes of Sir Complainsalot poking me in the back of the head
with a pen
the bell rings and I catch my bus home. Guess who ends
up sitting next to me. Yep, Sir Complainsalot. Ya
know what's even worse? The house he goes into is the one
that my neighbors recently moved out of to go live with their
kids in
Kansas because they ain't no spring chickens if you know what
I mean.
To Be Continued…
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