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I woke up with the morning sunlight hitting my face. I moaned into my pillow. I sat up and stretched. I looked out of my window with squinted eyes. I had a bad vibe about today. It’s just that weird feeling. I shrugged it off and went into the bathroom. I got ready for school. Simply, I just showered, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, slip on jeans, and threw on a black v-neck.

I hopped down the stairs and out the door. My parents were still asleep and I’m an only child. I’m part of the graduating class of 2011. My long straight auburn colored hair blew violently the minute I stepped outside the door. I hopped into my car and drove off to school.

I got out and walked to my locker. As many people I knew stopped by to greet me hello. I smiled and greet them back. Though, I realized my bestfriend was gone. The only person I hung out with at school. Sad, I know.

I opened my locker and took out my books. Nothing bad yet. As I was walking to class, I was shoved around by taller and more buff seniors. Sometimes, I hate my height. Anyone could pick me up and throw me across the football field. Though, no one ever did.

School was a drag. At lunch, my bestfriend finally showed up.

“MOOOOVE!” I complained as he sat down, almost knocking me over. He laughs and pushed me over again. “Stop that!” I whined. I drank my Gatorade, but he tipped it up causing it to spill on myself.

“YOU SON OF-“

“A baltazar.” he finished my sentence with cleaner words.

“Ugh! I HATE YOU!” I screamed. I got up and went to my locker to get the extra clothes. I angrily stomped to the restroom to change. Once I was done, I went to the cafeteria.

“You owe me new jeans, a new v-neck, a new tank top, and another bottle of Gatorade.” I demanded as I sat down.

“You know, your hair would look prettier if you tied it up,” he complimented.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“Shut up and eat your lunch.” I got up to leave for the library. He stood up and followed.

“Are you stalking me?” I asked.

“Yup. Sooooo, where are we going?” he asked.

“Library.”

“Nerd,” he scoffed.

“This would be so much more enjoyable if you were somewhere else,” I said. He just stuck to me like glue.

As we signed in, I went straight for good books. He walked away and came back within a minute. He gave me a book.

“Read this,” he said.

“Read it already.” I stated and went back to looking for a book.

He went away and came back empty handed.

“AHH!” I screeched.

“SHHHH!” I got from many people in the library.

I ignored them and took out the book.

“You want that book?” he asked.

“Yes!!”

He took it from me. I looked back at the shelf for other books. Then, he slapped the book shut and handed it to me. I looked at the book. I don’t actually have time to read this… I took it and put it back.

“Oh. So now you don’t want it?” he said, frustrated.

“Nope. Why?”

He just groaned and stomped out of the library. After signing out, I went to my class. He wasn’t in his seat. He’s skipped more than 21 times this year. I took my seat next to his vacant chair. I listened to the teacher babble on about things I already knew.

After school, I went to my locker and put up my books. Thank god I don’t have homework today.

“BOO!” he scared me and tickled my sides. I screamed and banged my head into the lockers because of the tickling.

“OWWW!” I groaned. I slammed my locker door shut and turned around. “MUST YOU MESS WITH ME!?”

“Yes ma’am. Wait, where’s your homework?” he asked.

“None.” I replied.

“UGGGGH!” He shouted. He stomped off again.

What’s his problem today? I saw him stop 4 yards away. He turned around angrily. He had a marker in hand. He came to me and said stay still or he’ll be mad at me. As desperate as I am to losing my bestfriend, I stood still. He opened the lid to the marker and wrote on my forehead. I had no idea what he was writing. He stopped and closed the marker.

“Remember, that’ll be backwards in the mirror,” he said more calmly and went to his car. He drove off as I went to my car. Trying to look in the mirror, I read the words. @7. You in the gym. That was all it said.

I turned the engine on and went home. After showering, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt with graphic designs.

I cleaned up my forehead and took my I’D, wallet, keys, and my phone. Jumping down the stairs, I forgot to tell my mom I was going.

“MOM! I’LL BE BACK IN A LITTLE!”

“OKAY!” she shouted back.

I walked out the door and into the car. I drove out of the driveway and into the school parking lot. Today’s the talent show, no wonder it was so pack.

Pushing my way through the lower class men, I got to the senior seating area.

“Our last performer is Alex!” the host said. As a group of boys, I knew as Alex’s football team mates, came on stage. (Alex is the best friend) Alex came on stage with a wireless microphone in a nice little outfit. How adorable he was. His hair nicely spiked and his eyes gleamed beautifully with the only light in this dark gym.

“How’s everyone doing today?!” he screamed into the mic. Everyone cheered for the star quarterback. “Alright!!!” he screamed. He gave the mic to the host as he and the boys started to dance. How well they all danced. Tutting, bboying, shuffling, and c-walking, all very well done. After they were done, he got the mic back. All I knew was he was performing a music video.

“This song was written three years ago. Sorry, but I finally have the guts.” he said and started singing. Through the years I’ve known him, I’ve never heard him sing. His voice was fantastic. At the end, he sang, “Thuy, will you go to prom with meeeeeee?” All while doing this, some of the football player had a rose and a poster. Each poster had one word. It, saying “Thuy will you got to prom with me?” I cried. He looked at me with hopeful eyes. (She’s Thuy) I nodded vigorously. He smiled and handed me his hand. I took it and he pulled me on stage. I hugged him tight. He sang a bit more while dancing with me. The boys danced back up. When the song ended, he got a big box from back stage.

“I tried all day to ask you. When I spilled the drink on you, I put a post it on your bottle, but you didn’t see it. When we went to the library and I gave you the book, but you didn’t see it. When you gave me the other book, I put the post it inside of it but you didn’t see it. When you didn’t get out your homework books in your locker, I put a post it, but you didn’t see it. Now, I got you. Now, you MUST open this. No options.” he said into the mic while facing me. I opened the large box. It contained a prom dress, a corsage, heels, hair accessories, and accessories. Oh how beautiful it was. How great his taste in fashion is. I cried. He smiled and pecked my forehead. I hugged him again and the foot ball team assembled the roses from the posters into a nice bouquet. They handed it to me and Alex turned to the crowd. One hand holding the mic and one hand holding mines. He raised out hands in the air and screamed, “SHE’S MINE!” the crowd cheered, “aw”ed, and clapped.

The next night, I walked down the stairs to meat my date. Alex dressed up in a tux. He took my hand and put on my corsage. He kissed my forehead and whispered, “You look beautiful.” I smiled up at him. My mom took pictures.

7 years later

“I do,” I said to the priest.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest said. Alex leaned in and kissed me fully on the lips. As I did the same, I felt the ring on my married finger. I smiled and he pulled away looking into my eyes lovingly.

“I love you.”

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Another story is being worked and posted soon at http://neenahsaur.tumblr.com/ I hope you guys enjoyed<3.


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