TCOTL chapter 7&8

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CHAPTER 7: I met my geography teacher Later after lunch, Brayden Offered to walk me to my next class which was geography. “Where did you move from?” Brayden asked me. “I am from New york. The Big apple.” I reply, with a small smile, remembering my friends, my old school, how i could walk around time square. Brayden gasped. “You’re so lucky that you got to live there! I’ve always wanted to go.” He tells me, “Perhaps when i go for my upcoming birthday i’ll bring you along. Ill need a tour guide.” he adds, winking. My face flushed for the thousandth time since i started to talk to Brayden. “Perhaps!” I joke, giving him a soft chuckle. “Oh You got Mister Davison! I had him last year, you got lucky!” He tells me as we approach my next class's door. I hesitated then kissed Bray’s cheek and thanked him for walking me to class. Bray was shocked, his face flushed. “H-mhm! A..a-anytime Cilla!” He stutters, walking away. ‘Why the heck did I just do that-’ I think to myself, regretting kissing Bray on the cheek. “Ah! The new student is here!” My teacher says, He looked crazy. “Oh yerp! That's me! Cilla Thatcher.” I reply, giving him a small wave. “Im Mr, Davison. Ill be your geography teacher along with your archaeology and history teacher!” He tells me, “I'm like Indiana Jones!” he adds. chuckling . “That's cool!” I say, before everyone in the room groaned. “Please sit!” He said, pointing to his chair. “Say- Is your birthday September sixth? Just wondering.” Mr Davison asks. “Yep..that's my birthday…” I reply, raising a brow. “Two down..” He mutters to himself. “May i go to the restroom?” I ask, hoping to get fresh air instead. Mr Davison let me go. I exhale as I leave the room. Jackson bumped into me. “Oh hey Thatcher..Why aren't you in class?” He asks me. “Oh erm- Restroom..” I lie, I hated to lie but i didn't want Jackson to know why. Jackson shrugs off his thoughts and kept walking. CHAPTER 8: Meeting Rusty. Once I got back to class Mr Davison gave me a paper in a foreign language. “Can you tell me what it says?” He asks me. “A little…” I reply. “It says; ‘Three children will answer the call of the ancient runes. They shall restore all to the city of gold.’” I tell him, trying to find out what i'm reading. “Instreasting…Okay, Class dismissed!” Mr Davison announces. Everyone cheered. “Okay..” I mumble. “Odd.” Someone next to me mutters to themself. I looked up to see who had said that. It was one of Jackson’s friends, He had light brown hair, some slightly strands of sun bleached hair, and his eyes are a dim blue color. “I know right? Its very weird. Did you have to read a paper in a foreign language?” I ask the kid. “Yeah..I did. It’s weird cuz he hasn't done it with anyone else.” He replies. “Im Randy by the way, but everyone calls me Rusty.” He adds, with a small smile. “Cecilla, But everyone calls me Cilla.” I tell him, smiling back. “Its nice to meet you Cilla.” Rusty tells me, showing off his perky dimples. “It’s nice to meet you too Rusty,” I look down at my bag to not look at his somewhat handsome smile. ‘Dang It- I'm such a sucker for boys in dimples.’ I think to myself. Randy interrupted my thoughts asking “Whats your next class?” He handing me a paper that slipped off my desk. “Writing.” I reply, “You?”. “Same. I can walk with you if you want.” Rusty says, standing up from his desk. I glance at the doorway, Brayden was there grinning at me. His face flushed when I spotted him. I look back to Rusty. “Uh..Sure.” I reply, standing up as well. “Aight! Cool.” Rusty says, throwing his backpack onto his shoulder. Brayden saw me with Randy and his face scowled for a second then turned back to his normal self. When Randy and I got to the door we stopped. “Oh great..” Randy muttered under his breath. “I'm assuming yall have met due to yall scowling at each other.” I tell the boys. Both of them flushed in embarrassment. “We have.” Randy spoke up. “We don't have a great past together.” he informs me, Looking everywhere but my eyes. I sigh.