I glanced at my locker, inside was reeeallly messy. Sigh, whatever. As I closed my locker, I saw the guy. My crush. Joe. With those sweet lips, honest eyes, and HUGE dimples (lol). I look at him, and he looks back, and then I start pretending that I was looking elsewhere. Wondering when this will stop, wondering about him... wondering... RING!!! Shoot! The bell just rang! The End P.S. This story is true, just that I never was late wondering about him.
Before I start, just pretend u didn't see the the end on my last story.., ----------------------------------------------- As I stumbled into social studies, I tripped over my shoelace, literally tripping. I staggered, and my shoes made a huge thump. One word. Humiliating. I went to my seat, but my social studies teacher stopped me. "Shirley, you are late." I closed my eyes, just wishing I could disappear. My social studies teacher, Ms. Black, was one of the meanest teachers in the middle school. As quickly as I can, I racked my brain up for a explanation...
"I am so sorry, Mrs. Black" I said. "I was trying to get to social studies in time, but I was ambushed by 8th graders in the hallway." My eyes looked straight into hers, hoping my eyes won't give me away. Mrs. Black looked into my eyes too, but suspiciously. After a few minutes, she seem to have believed me, because the next thing I knew, she was telling me to sit down in my seat. As I got out my notebook to take notes, my BFF, Emily, whispered, "Man, she's so strict and mean!" I smiled. I looked behind me, where Joe was sitting two rows back. He was laughing with his friend, Jack. I don't think he noticed Mrs. Black torturing me or my shoelace accident (thank God). You could just tell by his face. I was looking so intently at him, that I almost jumped out of my seat when he met my gaze. I turned around, just in time as Mrs. Black started her cycle of endless notes.
Never mind I'll continue, don't get the point of bumps anyway. I'll try tomorrow. Now I just want my BED. Here's a flower to readers.
RING!!!!!! The bell rang and we all departed, but before we could take another step forward towards the door, Mrs. Black stopped us. "Wait, wait, wait!" We waited. "Some manners children got these days!" she huffed. Emily and I exchanged glances. Was she seriously kidding us? After like a billion years of teaching here, didn't she know that the students always depart immediately after the bell rings? "Before you guys go," continued Mrs. Black, "I would like you to know that your next test will be on next Friday." she paused, looking each of us in the eye. Then she said " You may go." before anyone could say 'dismiss', everyone was out the door. "That was pointless" muttered Emily. "I know," I agreed, "She could've told us tomorrow." We walked all the way to our lockers, got our stuff for third period, and said good bye to each other. Then we headed off yo our different periods,
Kk. Here I go... :geek ------------------------------------------------ My third period class was Home and Careers.