A/N btw this is Josh's pov. Ok? Ok. On with the story, loves.
Tuna. That's what's for lunch today. I shudder at the thought of the basically rubber tuna fillet and the bread (sponge) that will come with it. I hope I don't hurl at soccer practice today. Josh. That's my name. I think I look like I was given exactly the right name. Kudos to my parents on that one. Pretty much everyone knows me, but I hate to call myself popular because I dislike the stereotypes and labels that come with that title. Every teacher in the school knows my name. I get straight A's. Oh, and I have the most amazing family ever. Laura. That's my mom. Yeah, she's pretty awesome. I love her to death and she treats all my friends like her own children. It gets on Jordan's nerves sometimes when she "mothers" his friends though. Her perfume reminds me of the wind on the white sand beaches of cancun. I can't explain it, but it just smells like wind and crisp ocean air. I love it. Jordan. He's my brother. I love him. We fight sometimes- and by sometimes I mean all the time- but he's cool and I know he loves me. His girlfriend-Hannah- loves it when I tell embarrassing stories of him at the table. I think they are soul mates. Bill. That's my dad. He's cool I guess. He 's quiet. Like really quiet. But when he does talk, it's something that gets everyone cracking up. My dads about the funniest man I've ever met. I've always thought that instead of construction, he should've been a comedian. He could've made millions of dollars! But then again, he doesn't talk much. He has this look he gets. Either when he's bored, upset, or tired. His eyebrows are way down to where you can't see his eyes, his shoulders slump, and his mouth turns into a little upside down banana. He's thin, but he's starting to get a little potbelly. I think it's from eating too many peanut M&Ms. He absolutely adores those things. He could eat four family sized bags of them right here, right now. I love my dad. Ah yes, my girlfriend. Her name is Debby. She is the lead cheerleader of Summit Peak High School. I love her, but I'm not in love with her, if you know what I mean. But I can't bring myself to tell her that, in fear of hurting her. When she looks up at my with her beautiful brown eyes and tells me she loves me, all I can do is tell her I love her back. I walk down the hall, as the offensive smell of (most likely fake) tuna floods my nostrils. I can't help but to gag. I was on my way to bio-chem for 2nd period. I think of how I am going to walk in to the lunchroom and pretend to love the smell. I also think of how I am going to pretend to eat the toxic waste that is my schools tuna, but instead throw it away. I hate to waste things, especially because I know that the few stragglers in black hoodies in the lunchroom that sit with nothing cause they can't afford it would kill for my meal, and I would totally give it to them if it wasn't so awful that I was afraid of hurting them. I don't know any of them. I'm sorry to say that most people don't. I arrive to bio-chemistry with exactly 1 minute and 23 seconds to spare before the tardy bell. I hate being late. I look around the room and I mainly just ignore my friends who are talking to me. Around the room I see exactly 10 guys and 12 girls not including me. I see a pretty girl working on a drawing in her notebook. I see a guy scrambling to finish his forgotten bio-chem homework in what is now 36 seconds. I feel a laugh making its way up my throat as he pauses to take a sip of his coffee as if it will give him the power to finish the papers. But then his papers go flying because of the draft that's coming through the open window and I stop the laugh in its tracks and rush to help him. As I make my way back to my seat, I see someone's watching eyes fixed on me. It's one of the drifters in a black hoodie, when he sees me looking at him, his eyes immediately shift and he becomes overly interested in his backpack strap. I didn't mean to scare him. I don't even know his name, and I feel bad about that. I think it's something like John. I don't know. I hear the teachers voice at the front of the class as he is interrupted by the tardy bell. He is exactly 4 seconds early. I'm impressed, usually it's 3.
A/N 888 WORDS.. FITE ME. I'm so excited I know where I want the story to go from here! Also, trying to make the chapters longer and have more pages. I promise I'll get better at this ahhhhhh I'm Srry for being a shitty writer lol
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