There is some language or violence that may not be appropriate for people under thirteen years of age.
My first story here. Just a non-competition story, starring Gwen, Heather, Duncan, Trent, and Courtney as normal teenagers in a normal high school. Rated PG-13.
- Mr. Hobbins
- Nellie Hargensen
I could feel the jitters in my stomach. That moment when you have a feeling encounter whithout a reason. Well, I actually had a reason. He was asking me to assist with him to the prom. It wasn't easy, actually, it was one of the hardest stages of all my life. But, how did everything happen? Let me tell you.
Welcome to Your First Day, Dear Students
"Gwen, are you right?" My mother asked me.
"Yes, I am," I replied unhappy, even more than usual.
"You don't look good," she insisted.
"Mom, please, I'm not a baby...,"
"Sorry... But I can't watch my little princess in that state,"
"Mom, I've told you. There's no problem. It's getting late, I gotta go."
My mother was taking out my dish and glass of milk while I was standing up and reaching to the bus, that had just arrived in that moment. I thanked my mom for the breakfast and left.
Finding a place at the bus was a little rough and difficult. I don't want to sound like Heather, but I actually think I deserve a better place than one of those.
So I looked more, and more, until I saw him. He was sitting at the back. I couldn't believe that.
"Trent?" I asked to the boy.
He looked at me, got excited and replied: "Gwen!"
We hug each other.
"How are you?" I asked him.
"I'm good...," the things became awkward.
"Look, I know that—"
"Don't worry," I told him. "I understand why you didn't call me."
He smiled at me. I know that we could have kissed each other in that moment. But we didn't, we had arrived.
When I found my class, I found out something else, Duncan was with me! School couldn't be better.
"How are you, dark girl?"
"Good, what about you, bad boy?" I laughed.
"Well, poor teachers...," he read the class' information. "Poor Mr. Hobbins,"
"Yeah, I know!"
The bell ringed. I sat down on my desk and met a new girl. Her name was Kylee. I became friends with her. However, the teacher, Mr. Hobbins, openned the door and there was a girl behind him. Oh no, I thought. Please, Heather no.
"Class, please welcome our president, Nellie Hargensen!" Hobbins announced and I looked at Kylee, mocking out of Miss Perfect, of course.
"Hi everyone. My name is Nellie. And as your ruler, you should do whatever I tell you to," she looked at me. "Gwen, please get out of that chair. It's mine."
"I won't," I said.
"Not because you are this school's princess I will do whatever you ask me for,"
"Do you think you are brave?"
"I could stand Chris McLean during a complete summer. I'm more than brave."
"Oh yeah, I watched that show. You did it pretty well. Anyway, where's the million?"
I have to be honest. That hurted. That's why I took Nellie's hair and tore it until Duncan and Mr. Hobbins stopped me. Kylee told me that it was bad what I did.