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-_Who’s the New Kid?
-_It’s been a month, and Jessica is back in school. She’s convinced herself that her dad didn’t lift a car for her. And as long as she doesn’t believe that, she doesn’t have to believe that what her dad said happened either.
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-_”Ow!” I said as I tripped out of my bed in the morning. Being sixteen and uncoordinated was not easy if you wanted a boyfriend.
-_I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth but Nikki had locked the door. I knew it was Nikki because she was the only one in our house who locked doors.
-_”Nikki, let me in!” I shouted at her impatiently.
-_”What if I’m on the toilet?” She asked, just to annoy me.
-_”You can still reach the door and I won’t look. I just need to brush my teeth, and besides that’s what everyone else in the family does!” I hate only having one bathroom.
-_After a moment, she let me in. Sure enough, she wasn’t doing anything but staring at her reflection in the mirror, probably checking for zits. Definitely checking for zits.
-_”I didn’t know babies got zits.” I teased as I reached for my toothbrush.
-_”I’m thirteen, idiot.” She responded.
-_She probably stayed in there for fifteen minutes after I left for school. I don’t think anyone I know got zits until they were 14½ years old, but whatever, she says kids in her class have horrible zits.
-_The first thing I noticed at school was that my usual parking spot was taken. It was taken by a shiny Alero; obviously it had just been painted silver because it looked like an older car.
-_Not that old, I decided as I parked next to it, just old enough that there was no way that was its original paint coat. I looked at the car for a second, and then I hurried toward the lobby.
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-_During study hall, I sat next to Fiona, the closest thing to a friend I had. She looked up when I sat down, but went right back to her French homework. I started working on my architectural drawing homework. We didn’t usually exchange greetings, we really are just acquaintances; she doesn’t have any real friends and neither do I.
-_When I looked up, concentrating on trying to remember something, I saw someone I hadn’t seen before.
-_”Who’s the new kid?” I asked.
-_She looked up and followed my gaze.
-_”Derek; he’s in five different classes the same as mine.” She said as she got back to work.
-_His head snapped up to look at us, and I noticed his eyes were the same piercing green as mine.
- by Savior_ofunsafespirits |
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- | Submitted on 02/01/2009 |
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- Title: What's Wrong With Me? Ch 3
- Artist: Savior_ofunsafespirits
- Description: A girl's long lost father turns up, and he seems to be just as mean as ever, but is it possible he does care, and if he does, why does he always leave?
- Date: 02/01/2009
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