This is my
life Oh what the wonderful joys of sleeping in class. While Mr. Willicars was rambling on and on about relationships of cord grass Zandra Smith was sleeping during since class, most of her friends would gasp at her performance. But her dad had her doing kick flips most of the night. “Jami what is the relationship of a periwinkle snail and cord grass?”
“Huh!?, excuse me Mr. Willicars why do we need to know this shit, it isn’t like we are going to need it anyway,” mouthed Jami.
“Well what do you want to do for a living Jami?” exclaimed Mr. Willicars in the most s know-it-all-ish tone of voice.
“A movie producer” said Jami proudly.
“Oh really, a movie producer, do you think that a movie company like New Line Cinema will like t hire a kid that had to redo Freshman year because he was a smart-ass?” supposed Mr. Willicars.
“Still I do not think that a company will not hire me just because I failed science” commented Jami.
“I hate to be on the side of Mr. Willicars but it will lower your grade point average an there for make you look like a lazy bum.” Blurted Lillian “Oh how horrible for people to see you how you really are”
“Wow Lillian, way not to be a know-it-all, oh are you still mad that I broke up with you?” giggled Jami.
“Hey if you did not figure it out but I was the one that did the dumping and I thought”
“Yah talk about dumping, dumping a load of crap, that is so not true” interrupted Jami
“Hey let’s just say that is was mutual, which leads me to my next point,”  then Mr. Willicars started to ramble continuously on and on about the relationships with animals.
A letter landed onto my desk.    
Huh, that is odd. There is actually a guy that likes me? Oh right, I almost forgot. I am Alexandra Rebecca Smith. The reason that I am so surprised that a guy would like me is the fact that I am one of those outcast kinds of people. The kid that       wasn’t any where near being cool, but wasn’t a nerd either. I go to Rock View High School. I live in a wonderful place called Colorado, and well it seems like it is in the middle of nowhere. Well it’s not,  but you can see it from here. But we live about an hour out side of Denver. I live with my dad and he is a banker in Denver, but he is a workaholic so I do not see him often. My mother died giving birth to me or something like that. My dad never told me why my mother is not here but since I never see any pictures of her I think she just was never around. Also I think that the reason my dad does not want to see me is that I either remind him of her or he think that it is my fault that she is not here with us.
RING RING RING oh great back to reality. People shuffled out of class and poured into the halls. “Hey I saw that you kind of zoned out there, are you ok?” shouted Nicky as she ran up to me.
“Someone sent me a letter” I whispered as I handed the letter to her. She took one glance at it and started t laugh hysterically.
“Huh, I wonder who it is.” She giggled.
“I don’t” I exclaimed begrudgingly.
“Fine, I would think that you would be curious about someone that thinks that you are hot.” Nicky said.
“Well I can’t afford any distractions, because of school and… oh no what time is it?” I yelled in horror, “Oh no I am so late, Gretel is going to kill me. Sorry, Nicky, I have got to go.” I ran down the halls bulldozing any brain-missing person that got in my way. I probably made at least five people fall and spill all the contents of there backpacks, been called ten different names, and made a teacher spill their coffee.
I got to the door of the school when someone caught my arm and pulled me to attention. “Hey, so did you get my note?” whispered someone in my ear. I turned to see the face and it was Drake Kablinsky, apparently the most hot guy in school.
“What, that was you?!”I exclaimed astonished.
“Yeah it was, so do you want to out with me this weekend?”
“Listen, let me go” I tugged to get free but he had a good grip “I had to be some were five minutes ago so if you don’t mind” I tugged harder.
“I wont let go until I get an answer.”
“That tactic will get you nowhere, now let go.”
“Not until I get an answer”
“I think about it”
“That is not an answer”
“Here I’ve got an answer for you” I punched him right in the face. “Once again, I will think about it,” then I ran out to the car.