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Authors: Chelsea Lynn Charters
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sometimes I consider telling Erika about my problems to get a woman’s point of view. Living with my Dad has it’s perks, but it also has it’s disadvantages. I can’t girl talk with him---I tried once, but it was too weird. Still, even though Erika can be pleasant at times, I’d rather die then let her know her charm has an effect on me. So I bottle up my feelings and pretend like she doesn’t affect me. Besides, I’m okay on my own. I have my Dad and Heidi---I don’t need anybody else. I am perfectly fine…
9
WHEN I AWOKE FOR SCHOOL THE NEXT MORNING, all I seemed to be able to think about was Trace. I completely forgot about the evaluation test I had to take in Chemistry---which I’m quite sure I failed---and I didn’t even remember to pack the paper that was due for History either. I realized that if I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Trace, my grades would start going down the drain. They were all I had left, and without them I really was nobody…and I’d rather be a brain than be insignificant. Besides, after the fight we had, I was sure that Trace and I were over. It was useless for me to dream about something I could never have.
By the time I made it to fifth period I was totally disorganized. Papers were crumpled up in my folders, I couldn’t find any of my pencils, and my hair was a mess. Well, actually my hair was always a mess so I guess that wasn’t such a big deal. I wasn’t really paying attention to my teacher for the first half-hour of class…I was mostly just doodling hearts on a sheet of notebook paper while he went on and on about the fundamentals of law. Or maybe it was fundamentals of art. I wasn’t really sure.
It was when the door opened and someone walked in that I finally snapped out of my daze; and the fact that my teacher called out my name. I looked toward the front of the class, and found Trace standing next to my teacher, grinning at me. What was he doing here? I was absolutely confused when Mr. Langer waved me over.
“What is it, Mr. Langer?” I asked my teacher nervously as I approached him at his desk.
“Apparently, Ms. Cannon, this young man is a student assistant from the guidance office, and Mrs. Nelson needs to see you right away,” he informed me, eyeing Trace suspiciously.
“Oh?” I knew that Trace wasn’t a student assistant. He had Health this period, and if Mr. Langer learned this, detention would be the least of Trace’s problems. Even though I was still mad at him, I couldn’t let that happen. It’s not like I was that heartless.
“Okay, well, I’ll just get my bag and go see her,” I said coolly while I avoided looking at Trace. “It’s probably about some colleges I want to apply for.” That seemed to suit Mr. Langer, and so he nodded and went back to teaching the class.
Walking back over to my desk, I ignored the all-knowing stares of my fellow classmates as I grabbed my bag and cleaned the materials off of my desk. I hurried towards the door and left the classroom with Trace following close behind me. When the coast was clear, and we were all alone in the hall, I whirled around to face him. He was grinning a satisfied grin, and there was a joyful glint in his eye. What was he so happy about? And why did he concoct this whole charade to get me alone?
“So?” I asked suddenly, switching to serious-mode. “Why did you lie to Mr. Langer and tell him you were a student assistant?”
He ignored my question, and his response was simply, “Hello, Jade.”
I didn’t return the
9
WHEN I AWOKE FOR SCHOOL THE NEXT MORNING, all I seemed to be able to think about was Trace. I completely forgot about the evaluation test I had to take in Chemistry---which I’m quite sure I failed---and I didn’t even remember to pack the paper that was due for History either. I realized that if I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Trace, my grades would start going down the drain. They were all I had left, and without them I really was nobody…and I’d rather be a brain than be insignificant. Besides, after the fight we had, I was sure that Trace and I were over. It was useless for me to dream about something I could never have.
By the time I made it to fifth period I was totally disorganized. Papers were crumpled up in my folders, I couldn’t find any of my pencils, and my hair was a mess. Well, actually my hair was always a mess so I guess that wasn’t such a big deal. I wasn’t really paying attention to my teacher for the first half-hour of class…I was mostly just doodling hearts on a sheet of notebook paper while he went on and on about the fundamentals of law. Or maybe it was fundamentals of art. I wasn’t really sure.
It was when the door opened and someone walked in that I finally snapped out of my daze; and the fact that my teacher called out my name. I looked toward the front of the class, and found Trace standing next to my teacher, grinning at me. What was he doing here? I was absolutely confused when Mr. Langer waved me over.
“What is it, Mr. Langer?” I asked my teacher nervously as I approached him at his desk.
“Apparently, Ms. Cannon, this young man is a student assistant from the guidance office, and Mrs. Nelson needs to see you right away,” he informed me, eyeing Trace suspiciously.
“Oh?” I knew that Trace wasn’t a student assistant. He had Health this period, and if Mr. Langer learned this, detention would be the least of Trace’s problems. Even though I was still mad at him, I couldn’t let that happen. It’s not like I was that heartless.
“Okay, well, I’ll just get my bag and go see her,” I said coolly while I avoided looking at Trace. “It’s probably about some colleges I want to apply for.” That seemed to suit Mr. Langer, and so he nodded and went back to teaching the class.
Walking back over to my desk, I ignored the all-knowing stares of my fellow classmates as I grabbed my bag and cleaned the materials off of my desk. I hurried towards the door and left the classroom with Trace following close behind me. When the coast was clear, and we were all alone in the hall, I whirled around to face him. He was grinning a satisfied grin, and there was a joyful glint in his eye. What was he so happy about? And why did he concoct this whole charade to get me alone?
“So?” I asked suddenly, switching to serious-mode. “Why did you lie to Mr. Langer and tell him you were a student assistant?”
He ignored my question, and his response was simply, “Hello, Jade.”
I didn’t return the
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