“Beautiful day” mum said as I walked up to grab my lunch off the counter. Even though I couldn’t care less I have to admit, it was one the nicest days we have seen all year. And the exact count down is on, with only 3 months until graduation. June 25 is when we can officially leave that hell hole. Prom and grad itself, I couldn’t care less for. I mean really, nobody to take, no money to spend.
I’m what you call the ‘tag along friend’. Of course there is somebody that I would love to take to prom. Her name is Mikayla Mayman and we have been best friends since 6th grade. She has long beautiful dark brown hair that has a cute but subtle natural wave. She has bright blue eyes that no matter what will catch your attention from across the room.
But all of this day dreaming over her comes to an end when reality seems to hit like a wall every time. She has a boyfriend. His name is Trent Denby. He sure isn’t anything special and I don’t know what she sees in him. Yes he has money, but only because he works with his uncle washing windows on the weekend. He gets paid pretty well and has no trouble telling the world. Since I got shafted into the friend zone and Trent is obviously more than just a friend like myself, we have actually gotten to know him pretty well because unfortunately he sits at our table every lunch.
When I say “we” I mean Kelly Heller. She’s a permanent exchange student from Canada and has been at Mikayla’s right hand since practically the beginning of the year. I don’t mind her nearly as much as Trent. She’s very polite but loud in the sense of always laughing and shouting. Seems to be obsessed with her strawberry red hair and makeup she claims to only be able to get from Canada. Canada is the only thing she seems to know about, other than that she’s a little stupid to be brutally honest.
“You’re going to miss the bus” Mum shouted from the top of the stairs. As I quickly scramble to get my stuff together I know in the back of my mind there is no way I can run these 4 blocks in 2 minutes. I also know that if I don’t even try my mum will make me walk the 18 or so blocks to school. As I leave I slam the door shut and start running as fast my little feet can take it. I hear the bus approaching and feeling of eyes drilling the back of my head as I run to beat it the next half a block. My face is red and I’m out of breath, but thankfully I make it.
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