•Jack•
I nearly sleep through my first
class, P.E., because all we do it
take notes. Then I go to my
second class, woodshop, and take
even more notes and learn the
rules. Ugh, like I haven't been
doing this for 12 years already!
the bell rings and I'm the first one
up by about three seconds.
Finally, it's lunch time. I push my
way through the halls (which isn't
hard since everyone moves for
me) and rush out to the big 4 tree
to wait for Hiccup and Kristoff to
come out. I'm about to sit down
on my favorite branch when my
phone buzzes.
Hey, I'm gonna join you guys for
lunch. Meet you at the big 4 tree?
I laugh before texting back
"cool". Eugene's never gonna
leave high school, is he? Not that
I blame him.
I see Hiccup and Kristoff walking
towards me, but all of a sudden
they stop. They just start
laughing and being all weird.
Um... are they okay? Before I can
ask what's going on, I'm being
tackled to the ground roughly.
How dare someone touch me! I
look up to see who it is, ready to
kill someone, and Eugene is
bending over laughing. We've had
this contest going on all summer,
but I forgot about it.
"Ha, okay, but you caught me off
guard!" Eugene doesn't respond
because he's laughing too hard.
He wipes a fake tear from his
cheek and dramatically falls onto
the ground and Kristoff and
Hiccup quickly join him. I roll my
eyes.
"Okay, okay. Next time I'll be
ready. Truce?" I help Eugene up
and he shakes me hand. My smile
starts to fade a little when I think
about how much I'm really gonna
miss this guy.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Eugene
asks, recovering from his
laughter.
"Oh, nothing. It's just gonna be a
boring year without you to tease
me around." When did everyone
start growing up?
"I'll still be here as much as
possible! Don't cry for me, Jack!"
He says in a teasing tone.
I roll my eyes and sit down. "Ha
ha very funny. Now lets eat, I'm
starving!" I pull out my lunch
without waiting for an answer.
Hiccup nods and they all follow
suit.
•Elsa•
After english, I go to my locker to
grab my lunch. Thankfully, we all
requested our lockers by each
other, so we can just meet here.
Anna comes quickly out and
slides down the hall, nearly
falling down twice. She almost
hits my locker, but stops
abruptly. I giggle as she opens
her own locker.
"Hey, sis, how was your first 2
classes?" She asks.
"They were okay, but the calculus
teacher is really boring." I sigh,
senior year is supposed to fun,
but really it's just full of hard
classes to prepare you for college.
"At least you not taking statistics!
That teacher just moans on and
on." Rapunzel joins the
conversation as she reaches her
locker.
"Well, I guess it's nice I'm not
taking math this year!" Merida
hops into place. She finished all
her math requirments over the
summer, so she doesn't have to
take any. Lucky.
We all walk outside and to our
usual group of trees. Not very
many people are here, but there
never are; we sometimes refer to
it as loner forest as a joke. It's
nice to have the peace and quiet.
Finally, we all sit down to eat.
After lunch, we head to our third
class, and mine passes in a blur.
The German teacher's nice, Mr.
Eric, but we don't do much.
Finally I head to fourth period,
yearbook. My steps feel so much
lighter in an enjoyable class.
Once I get there, we leave to the
auditorium to help out with
picture day. Yes, we do ours on
the first and second days of
school. There are a few reasons
for this, but mostly it's just
because everyone looks their
best on the first day.
Mrs. White puts us into groups of
different jobs. I volunteer to go
bring the classes down.
"Alright, we just need one more
person to go with her." She looks
around. "Jack, why don't you do
that."
No! I mentally groan as he walks
with me outside. I hate talking to
popular people, don't make me
work with them!! Especially this
one.
•Jack•
"Alright, we just need one more
person to go with her." Mrs.
White looks arouond and sees me
hiding in the corner. I don't plan
on participating; this is my fun
class. "Jack, why don't you do
that."
I smile politely, but groan inside. I
hate working with the less
popular girls, they're always all
over me and try way too hard. I
bet this one's especially awful
because she looks like she's
trying way too hard to hide what
she's feeling. I immediately walk
out into the halls, and she quickly
follows. She actually looks kind of
familiar. Weird; I don't usually
pay attention to girls like her.
She doesn't say anything, which
surprises me. The halls are too
quiet so I decide to spark some
conversation.
"So, um, you look really familiar.
What's your name?"
She looks at me, caught a little
off guard. "Elsa." She says it
confidently, but a bit snappy.
Wow, this girl isn't saying
anything.
"I'm Jack." I was waiting for the
usual 'I know who you are'
followed by a squeal, but it
doesn't come.
"Nice to meet you." Is all she
says.
"Have we had a class together
before? I mean, I swear I've seen
you before." I try to remember,
but nothing comes. Maybe we
haven't met; I would've
recognized those blue eyes
anywhere.
"Uh, yeah, we had biology
together." She starts to blush a
little. Oh, now I remember her! I
decide to play around with her a
little.
"Oh yeah! You're the girl that I
held hands with last year!" She
starts blushing even more, and I
laugh inside.
"...Yes, that was me..." She says,
obviously embarrassed that I
remember her. I look at her
shocked. I just gave her a reason
to flirt with me and she isn't
taking it. She isn't saying
anything at all! The girl must be
mad!
•Elsa•
"Oh yeah! You're the girl that I
held hands with last year!" I start
blushing completely as I
remember the experiment. I can't
belive he remembers that. I
actually get a little mad. Good to
know that's what I'm
remembered for.
"Yes, that was me." He gives me
a slightly shocked look. Probably
surprised I didn't use that to my
advantage. Well, I'm not going to
flirt with him, because I don't like
him. And I don't talk to people
like him.
We finally get to the classroom
and take the kids down to the
auditorium. Thankfully, Mrs.
White pulls me from my job to
help with the hearing test, so I
don't have to talk to Jack. I still
feel beet red when the bell rings.
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