I'm late.. again. I quickly ran to the bathroom, washed up, threw on my uniform and dashed straight for the door.


"Hi mom, hi dad. Bye!" I say as I grabbed a piece of toast and rushed out the door. Sometimes living five minutes away from school has its inconvine. I'm always tardy.

"Romiette!" I hear a voice calling my name. I quickl glnced behind me. "Oh it's just you Julian."

 Julian's my neighbor. He first moved into the neighborhood when he was in fourth grade and I was in third. Now he's a senior and I dont see how  he can afford to be late at that age. But, who am I to speak a junior thats tardy everday.

 "What do you mean by 'just Julian'?" he said with mock sadness. He swiftly took long strides with his lengthy legs and quickly caught up to my pace.


 "What do you want? I'm late for class" I said while gobbling down my toast. Sometimes he can be a nuisance but he is just someone that you can never stay mad at.

 I looked up from where I was walking and saw school. If I run now I might be able to slide in before the second bell rang.

 "Hey Julian"
 "Yeah?" he replied. Seems like he was ranting about something I wasn't paying attention to.

 "Well Julian I would love to stay and chant but unfortunately I'm late and so are you so Imma' run to class."
Julian opened his arms expressing he wanted a hug before I left. I gave him a quick hug and dashed to class without a second glance.
 Shit. The bell rang.
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Everything just seemed to be flowing so smoothly. First thing that happened was me getting detention from Ms. Louis for always getting a tardy in first period. Then I rememberd I forgot my history essay on my desk and now I have to turn it in for late points. I slowly got through the day and I was finally in sixth period. Sixth period is my pre calculus class. I always had this big debate before if this class was the right class for me to take. Everyone told me this class was really hard and barely scraped a C. Julian told me it was hard when he was taking it last year but he got a B+ in that class and nearly killed himself over it, that loser.

 I walked into class and something made me pause.  I sat in the desk fourth row, third seat to the left and my seat was the only one that was partnerless but someone was there.  It was a boy around my age. He had dark hair and was wearing a blue flannel shirt. Judging by his posture he seemed about six feet tall.  His hair fell in perfect alighnement to his fair v line face.
 I hestinantly made my way to my desk and sat down. I put my bag down and took out my notebook, text book, and my... wheres my pencil? I looked around my bag and my pencil pouch was gone. Shit, it must've fell out somewhere.

 I turned to look at the boy. He didn't even glance at me once. His eyebrows were furrored together as if really angry and he seemed to be glaring at something. I looked in the direction he was glaring at and there wasn't anything at all. Strange.
 I was a bit scared to ask him but I needed the pencil. "Um" I slowly began. He turned around to look at me. "do you have an extra pencil I can borrow?" He momentarily looked at his pencil and handed it to me.

 "Oh, thank you." I told him but all he did was stare and this time not at blank space but me.
Was there something on my face? I reach into my bag and grab my compact.
No there wasn't anything there that wasn't supposed to be there...
I look up again to see if he was still staring.

Yup.

His cold brown eyes looked like there were buring a hole through my soul.

I glanced at my test paper. Oh crap.
Everything on here looked like hyrogliphics. I knew I should have studied more.