We made it to school. This Stacy or Stella girl is crazy. I'm talking psycho type of crazy. I like it. She walked off the bus with me.
"Can you walk me to my first class?" She handed me her schedule.
"You have the first, second and fourth class with me. " She has my lunch but she doesn't have the same lunch class as me. She leaned over my shoulder. I wish she were mine. I'd kiss her right now.
"Oh yay!" She took the schedule out my hands and started walking in front of me. She stood still for a minute. "Myra likes you. "
"I know. I wish she wasn't ..."
"Weird? Odd? Clingy?"
"Yes, clingy." I caught up with her.
"Does anyone else like you?"
"One in each class, including Myra so that's 5. "
"Oo. Boy you got hoes. " Yeah, but they don't have nothing on you.
"My brother has more. " I shrugged. I'm going to admit it. I'm jealous of my brother.
"Oh. I guess you have good genes. " Girl, you got better genes.
"Yeah. I guess. "
"I was going to tell you something but your handsome face made me lose all my words. "
"You really think I'm handsome?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it."
*this image is of S. P. Whitman's hair
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The Leftovers
Teen FictionI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
