This is a romance-ish story so if you don't like romance stories then you can leave. (you can read it down there or in the project) ------------------------------Chapter 1------------------------------ I walked into the cafeteria and scanned my surroundings, mustard and ranch splattered on the tables lettuce and tomatoes scattered on the floor beneath the salad bar, I rolled my eyes remembering how my parents said that this school would be ‘perfect’ and would be ‘great for my education.’ My eyes landed on a tall guy with messy black hair waving at me. I walk towards the breakfast line glancing and the menu, oatmeal or a muffin and yogurt, I snatched the last muffin glaring at the guy behind me reaching for it, I put in my pin, grabbing a spoon and walk towards Ollie, “Hey” I said, sitting down at the table. “Hey, you good?” he asked, grabbing my spoon and the yogurt “It’s only been the third week of school and you’re acting like someone tried to start a fight with you, and plus we’re seniors now, we’ll be gone from this school in a year” I glanced at the empty bowl of oatmeal next to him, “How can you survive on the school's oatmeal? It's tastes like it’s made of cement, expired milk, and oats from the 1940’s” I asked, ignoring his comment He rolled his eyes, “It’s not that bad, maybe it’s your taste buds that are from the 40’s” he said eating a spoonful of the yogurt he stole from me I opened my mouth to speak when a shadow loomed over me, I turned around expecting to have one of the cafeteria ladies yelling at me for supposedly spilling the mustard that was placed conveniently right next to me but was surprised to find Harper, my roommate, behind me. “Hey, why are you up so early?” I asked nibbling at my muffin She glared at me and sat down at the table, “Don’t act as if you haven’t set my alarm at six-thirty am instead of seven.” I looked down at my watch and pressed the button to flip to the date, “Hm? I don’t think so, it’s not April first” I looked at Harper, stood up and ran out the door to go outside bracing for Harper to run right after me and Ollie laughing hysterically at me when I come back with messy hair that I would have to spend 10 minutes to brush out. I stood there for a moment finishing my muffin and changed direction to go to my locker instead and walked out the door I weaved through the groups of student walking through, talking over one another and went to my locker, I turned the knob, 10/14/07, Ollie’s birthday, I thought, I opened my locker and looked at the calendar 10/1/23, it’s going to be his birthday soon I thought, I took my English and math book and looked around, overdue library books lay in one corner, empty chip bags linger at the bottom of my locker, my gym clothes lay in the second self of my locker including a bottle of lip gloss and Chapstick, I look at the pictures hanging on the door of my locker, Ollie, me, and Harper cover 90% of the door, the rest is of me and my parents, I look into my mirror, wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, fair skin with a sprinkle of freckles, I look at the other girls walking down the hall, black hair in tight braids, red heads with hair long down to their waists, blondes with their hair up in a pony-tail, Why do I always look so boring?
