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Kathlyn

I was hurrying up to go to school. Stupid dad for making me go, he says "its good for you, think of it as a...reward." Reward my foot, its more of an pushiment! The only thing I did was go to Andew's party, Marty's party, Jojo's party, and so...many more etc. O.k. maybe, I shouldn't had slept over till noon at Jake's party but loud music, drinks, dancing, and the boys! It was just too fun to leave. I grunted as I push open the doors to go inside the building. Walking to the hallway where my 5th class, guys kept staring with google eyes. I had to admit I did have the curves to make them drool. While girls admire, or glared at me for taking their stoplight. Once again. Did I mention I was late for school? School is almost half-way done and dad still made me go. My blonde, strawberry at the bottom hair swipping back-to-front as I walk.
"Hey Kathlyn." Some guy said.
"Kathlyn!"
"Yo! KAT-hlyn!"
"Wow. Kathy"
"Awesome party huh-" I remember that fimilar voice...Flexi. I really didn't care what he said. I mean his party was O.K., ok. But not that 'awesome' like he said.
"Yeah sure." I simply repay not caring. Continue walk to see my boyfriend at his locker. Puting up a clear, visible, white smile at him. Music started to play in my mind, he turn to see me. Already at his locker, I still smiled at him. He had a sad, worrying look on his face when he looked at me. "Sorry...Kathlynn, I can't go to the movies with you." My smile faded as he talked. The happy music stop causing a sad,low, creepy sounds. "I have to see the football game with the guys. I want to take you...but I know you hate football" He explained with a hint of thought to it.
"oh..." I said without any emotion. Great. The guys again. Its always about them now, guys and I this, me and the guys that. Is it me or the guys are taking my boyfriend away from me? I would have come anyways, I mean its not my fault I don't like football. I more of a party person not an athletic person. Volleyball? Sink at. Soccer? Slip and fall, all the time. Basketball? Don't ask, let's just say each time we play basketball at gym...There's always going to be a huge bump on my head. Partying though? Awesome at, AN A++! Before he left, I peck a small kiss on his cheeck. Then headed off to Mrs. Medusa's class A.K.A science...

Aden

I was busying running to my next class, science. I don't know why people call the teacher Mrs. Medusa. So maybe, she can be mean. But should she actually have that kind of harsh nickname? Now I'm late for class not that I wanted to be. To tell you the truth I've never been late for anything. That including also for school. I've know as the 'teacher's pet'. I'm late cause of those stupid jocks, so mostly late of bullying. Bullying isn't the regular kind, its worest. Not just teasing me as being 'four eyes'. They graffit my lockers, spitball at me, and even throw me into the dumpsters. Here at school, I'm the geeky loser. At home sweet home I'm Aden, Aden Turner. Aden Turner an average black-haired boy, glasses wearing geek, and the one who daydreams to much. What did I do so wrong? That turned my entire life upside-down?

I finally made it, I've never knew I could ran so rast. Well I should've with the entire wrestling team chasing me for calling them "stupid". Mrs. Medus-I mean Mrs. Meda saw me and open the door. "Your late!"

I notice there was an error on her talking so I corrected her. "Actually..its YOU'RE. You use the wrong word"

"Oh, SHUT it." Again not really the best thing I did so far. Besides calling the entire westling team stupid, INFRONT of their faces. I continue to walk down the rows of desk and ended with my desk. In the back corner near the window. Mrs. Medu- meaning Mrs. Meda walk to the chalkboard. "Ok class, YOU'RE doing a social project!" Everyone in the class moaned. One of the "populars" raise her hand.

Partners? I don't think so!

(Aden Pov. still)
Kathlyn. Kathlyn Parker A.K.A one of the prettiest girl around.

Kathlyn Pov.
I was siting in class bored out of my eyeballs could take before falling alseep. Till Mrs. Medusa announce their was a Social parter project. Hint to me: Social, I'm really good at that. I raise my hand waiting for Mrs. Medusa to say my name. "Yes Mrs. Parker?" Mrs. Medusa answered me. Everyone stared at me. Gezze what's wrong with them I'm only asking a question.

"Its MISS Parker. I ain't married yet!" Soon later every single "Popular" laugh to the ground. Mrs. Medusa gave me a death glare, before she remove her wig. Full of hungry snakes waiting for their next victim. "Any who...If its a SOCIAL project, which you know I'm good at. Why bother making me do it?"

"Cause you have to."

"But, But, But"

"But what!"

"But, But"

"NO MORE BUTs' MRS. Parker!"

"But- Its M-I-S-S, MISS Parker to you."

"Detention!"

"Whatever. Its so fine with me Mrs. Medus- I mean Mrs. M. FINE. WITH. ME.

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I slump in my chair, first she makes me do a project now she's making me be called a Mrs. I don't think so... "If you fail this project, you will fail the second year.." Wait WHATTT??!!! I can't fail! I'm already have straight D's, I don't need a F! See, I'm not the smartest girl around, just one of the prettiest. "...counting on more I will assign your partners, I am giving the ladies cards of their partner's names. One thing to say GOOD LUCK. You're going to need it." Mrs. Medusa walk down the lisles, barely making through with her back passing out colorful note cards. Every single girl goaned at their partner's name. HAHA, suckers. She finally came to my desk. Oh no, karma. Laying down a pink card, I hestaintly turn it upside down and seeing the guy's name...Aden. Who? I raise one of my hands which again. She turn to me and sighed, eh- I'm used to teachers by now. "Yes, MISSz Parker?"

"MISS, M-I-S-S no z in Miss." I correct her, with spelling out the word.

"whatever. WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Gezze, someone is in a bad mood. Hey, that should be me.

"Who's...Aden?" She quickly pointed to a kid I never saw in my life. Since when did he go to my school? Is he a new kid? The guy looked like a geek, no offense to other geeks.

"He CAN'T BE MY PARTNER! Partners? I don't think so!" I stated. I know the quote, "Don't judge a book by its covers."

Hey, I don't read as much and if I do, I would have pick the book by its covers.

"Well to bad!!" Mrs. Medusa yelled at the top of her, I mean his lungs. Ahh..cr- "DON'T you dare even think of that word Parker!"

I just muttered,"whatever."

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