My third period class was Home and Careers, one of the classes that Joe doesn't have with me. I basically HAVE to see him everyday, he's in three of my main core subjects, math, social studies and science. He just isn't with me during English, which sorta is sad, because at our school, we have two periods in a row of English. Well, that is for my cluster, other clusters have them in the morning, one at a time, but not in a row. Now you might be wondering what clusters are. Well, to be honest, it's sorta hard to explain, but I'll try my best. It's like a team, just that we're not competing with other people. Ok, I tried my best. Lets go back to the present. Today, we were finishing up our sewing projects, a pouch which you can put your phone and other stuff. I was working on my project, and trying to concentrate, but Joe's face kept popping into my mind. All I could do, was let him stay there, but that didn't see like a good idea because I ended up pricking myself with the needle. "Ouch!" I cried, as blood started oozing out. My teacher, Mrs. Beozich, rushed to me immediately, holding a box of band-aids. With a look at my finger, she led me to the sink to wash out someone the blood, than wrapped a band-aid around my finger. "That was a pretty deep prick," said Mrs. Beozich. "As I said, if you are to sew, you have to be really calmed and relaxed, which, I think is not what you feel. Is anything wrong?" I shook NY head immediately. "Nope, I guess I was just hungry." Mrs. Beozich gave me a knowing look, but did not question further. She sent me back to my seat. "You ok?" asked Kate, one of my buddies. "I'm fine," I said. We continued sewing until the bell rang.
Kk, I'll write till I have to go ------------------//-------------//-----------/// We all rushed out of Home and Careers for lunch. I got shoved and pushed around by people wanting to get to lunch first. Uhhh... Have to go bye!!!! :geek:
Kk, I'll continue... ------------------------------------------------ We all rushed out of Home and Careers for lunch. I got shoved and pushed around by people wanting to get to lunch first. I guess that's what you get if you're not part of the popular crowd. And I'm not saying this as an opinion, it's a fact. Take right now for example. The two most popular girls in our grade, Anne and Megan, they were coming out of another Home and Careers room. When THEY walked through the crowd, people MADE WAY FOR THEM. And they were talking to Joe... apparently Joe was becoming one of the popular guys in school. I mean, why wouldn't he? He's athletic, nice, funny and really sweet (of course that's my opinion), but what's figures is that he didn't go to school with the rest of us. He went to a private school when we all were in third grade till fifth grade... but anyway, who cares? He just fit in immediately. One reason why people rush to lunch was because of the lunch line. Boy, it is long, and literally by the time you get your lunch, lunch will be over. So you have to be one of the first ones in the lunch line, so you don't have to like, chug your lunch right when you start eating.
I am sorta having writers block, I need to get back to Joe and me... But all I do is describe the school... Tell me if u like it! And be honest!
Unfortunately, I wasn't one of the first ones on the lunch line, I was last. Which means that I'm gonna have to be one of the ones that have to chug on there food, and I'm telling you, I am not good at that. I was sooooooo frustrated. That is, until Joe appears out of nowhere, and lined up behind me. My heart skipped a beat. No, two beats. There he was, staring into nowhere. I stared to, but not into la la land like Joe was doing. I was staring AT him. "Sucks to be one of the last ones, huh?" asked Joe, I looked causally, trying to see who he was talking to. No one. Huh? It took me a few minutes to realize he was talking to ME. He was also staring at me, waiting for a response. Boy, I am an idiot. "Ummm... Yeah, it does suck." And for like the first time, I looked into his eyes. I wish I hadn't. He has the adorable eyes that make you feel lost. They are honest, and dreamy. He looks right back, and smile. I do too. I. Feel. Like. An. Idiot.