Crestfallen

Chapter 1: 1: Peachy

"Hey, nutcase!" My best friend called from the other end of the hall. Half the students looked up at her and then over at me. I mentally face palmed myself as I walked down the hallway with my head down. My hand subconsciously tightened around the strap of my backpack.

"Thanks for that." I muttered, angrily running my tan hand through my golden blonde hair.

Her big brown eyes held innocence as she shrugged. "Thanks for what?" She asked with a malicious smile on her glossy lips.

"As if you don't know." I sneered playfully, tucking my backpack into my locker. "You know, you'd think the school would build lockers wider than the average width of a backpack. Then again, maybe they're just trying to decrease the amount of kids that get shoved into lockers."

"Yeah, maybe." Macy replied, shutting her locker with her binders in hand. "Or they didn't pass geometry because they had Mr. Labonte as a teacher." She snapped, holding out her math exam which was marked as a 46% in angry red marker.

"Ugh, so true." I agreed, giving her a sympathetic look. A loud yelp echoed through the hallway and I looked over to my left. Lo and behold, a kid was behind shoved into a locker by none other than Jeremy Storm, the school prick.

Most people consider him to be the resident bad boy, but in my eyes, he's just one of the many bad guys who seem to rule this world by walking all over people.

"I guess my locker assumption was inaccurate, you win," I said, smiling at Macy. She leaned against her locker which was conveniently beside mine.

me. Her brown doe eyes were trained on the figure who was currently smashing some

my eyes from the scene. No one dared stand

pooling in her eyes. I cringed as I turned around

bag, not what I think you mean." I tried,

he wanted." She cooed, putting her hands on my shoulders, purposely trying to make me uncomfortable. She

see you for second period!" I lied as I shuffled away from my

back of the class. It's too early in the morning for another

subjunctive verbs and how to conjugate them. Yes, it's just as boring as it

it was. To my surprise, it was Jeremy Storm. He handed her a bright pink slip

She questioned aloud. When he made no move to reply, she simply smiled. "Bienvenue dans notre classe de français, j'espère qui vous parlez au moins un peu

Did that mean he understood French because he knew what she said, or he didn't because he said he

isn't here today, you can take his spot." She told Jeremy. I looked to my left, the only

he probably did because rumour has it that he's almost as rich as Bill Gates. Okay, maybe not that

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