I sit at my desk, unwilling to learn math. Fucking math. I scribble in my graph book taking out my bottled up rage on the poor flimsy graph paper. My head blocks out the words from my teacher, feeling like I'm underwater, the words just bubble up in my head.
Fortunately, two of my friends are on this table. Four seats, two friends. Well, excluding me. I classify the girl next to my close friend a friend. But I'm not sure if she thinks the same. I was a bitch to her all of last year. Well, she deserved it. She kept asking too many personal questions.
The clank of the metal legs of the chairs hitting against the legs of the tables woke me up from a trance. I shook my head and picked up my books. I walk out the classroom and run down the stairs.
"Oi, what's up?!" My friend snaps at me. I whip my head around. Ruby (yes you, not really)'s face made me think. And I remembered, I never showed up to dance practice.
I awkwardly smile at her.
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Romancefrom nothing to something, right? Anna's middle school friend shows up one day at her new high school and she has no idea how to respond, she hasn't talked to them in 4 years, how is she able to mend their friendship and carry on like nothing happen...
