Prologue--Untitled Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the prologue to my untitled story. Here, Chelsea meets Taylor when she gets stuck in some snobby school. I know it's not great, but let me know what you think! I'll be adding more soon! :)

Submitted: April 12, 2010

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Submitted: April 12, 2010



I walked down the hall on my first day of 9th grade. Everyone stared at me. Come on, it’s only the 1st day of school! People were already making fun of my non-Hollister attire. One girl even came up to me and said, “Why don’t you have Uggs?” I just ignored her. The reason everyone has all these expensive clothes is because the high school I go to is a no-uniform private school in a rich neighborhood. I live out of town, so my single mother has to take an hour out of her day to drive me here. We managed to afford the 2nd best high school in the country through a scholarship. Now I am stuck in some snobby school where I will be tortured for 4 more years.


Anyway, my day started with math (my best subject). I sat down next to a boy whose name I have yet to discover. “Hey. My name’s Taylor. What’s yours?” I looked into his eyes and noticed how gorgeous he was. He had sky blue eyes and blonde hair that swooped above his eyebrows. “Um… my name’s Chelsea. I’m new around here.” His smile was like… I can’t even begin to describe it. “So… are you gonna do any sports or clubs? I’m on the football team. It’s a lot of fun.” “I dunno.  If I’m gonna do anything, I’ll probably do something musical or artistic.” The teacher, who said her name was Mrs. Lipsch, told the class to stop talking. “Alright, get out your algebra books! This is not a daycare!” Everyone groaned but me and Taylor. “Are all the kids here like this?” I whispered to Taylor. “Most of them… but you’ll get used to it.” He said back. During class, I caught him looking at me a few times. We had a partner assignment and I was the first person he asked. While we were figuring out the last equation, he passed me a note that said: I like you. You’re different. What’s your cell phone number?

He was going way faster than most guys, but I liked it. I gave him my cell phone number and it all went uphill from there.

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