"Locker Buddies"
Purity Pai and Lexi Bell were ‘locker buddies” as Lexi liked to call it. They met up at their lockers every morning, Lexi always said hi and tried to start a conversation. Purity on the other hand, thought Lexi was just another ditzy cheerleader, her overly peppy attitude annoyed her.
Lexi was oblivious to this though, she thought Purity was cute and shy, which is what everyone thought Purity was when they first meet her. Purity didn’t talk much because she was a little shy and because she didn’t want to, which made everyone think she was extremely shy.
“Hi.” Lexi said one day as they did their usual morning locker routine.
“Hello.” Purity said, putting her bag into her locker.
“How was your weekend?” Lexi asked.
“Fine.” Purity said.
“Yeah?” Lexi said.
“Um , yeah.” Purity said, ‘that is what I just said’ Purity thought. Lexi did that a lot, say “yeah?” whenever someone said something.
“Well, bye.” Lexi said, as she saw some other cheerleaders pass. Purity watched as she ran up to join them.
Purity sighed, wondering what she did to deserve this.
Lexi was oblivious to this though, she thought Purity was cute and shy, which is what everyone thought Purity was when they first meet her. Purity didn’t talk much because she was a little shy and because she didn’t want to, which made everyone think she was extremely shy.
“Hi.” Lexi said one day as they did their usual morning locker routine.
“Hello.” Purity said, putting her bag into her locker.
“How was your weekend?” Lexi asked.
“Fine.” Purity said.
“Yeah?” Lexi said.
“Um , yeah.” Purity said, ‘that is what I just said’ Purity thought. Lexi did that a lot, say “yeah?” whenever someone said something.
“Well, bye.” Lexi said, as she saw some other cheerleaders pass. Purity watched as she ran up to join them.
Purity sighed, wondering what she did to deserve this.
War Zone
Fedora always said she didn’t like drama, but she always started it, or she continues the drama Sacia started. Being at the table with Sacia and Fedora was like being in a war zone, they were always arguing, Fedora didn’t like how obsessed with popularity Sacia was and Sacia didn’t like that Fedora thought she was so above popularity.
Sure They could hang out without fighting, they were friends. But they always made fun of each other, that is just how their friendship worked.
But even with all this fighting, Bryan and AeGuk still sat at the table everyday, eating quietly as Sacia and Fedora fought about whatever.
Sure They could hang out without fighting, they were friends. But they always made fun of each other, that is just how their friendship worked.
But even with all this fighting, Bryan and AeGuk still sat at the table everyday, eating quietly as Sacia and Fedora fought about whatever.
Perfection
Tracy Knight was a perfectionist. She liked everything to be perfect all the time. She spent hours every morning getting ready, but she always had to wake up at six o’clock, because it was her lucky number, even though she had to be at school at eight o’clock, which gave her only two hours to get ready, and she needed more then that to look perfect.
Which meant she was always late, which just upsets her even more, because late isn’t perfect. She had to sit in the front of class in the center, or she threw a fit, which got her into detention multiple times.
She always brought her own lunch because, well, the cafeteria food was disgusting and really anyone who did not bring though own lunch were sort of crazy.
Anyway, her lunch was always set up the same, her salad in the corner, whatever entree she prepared in the center and her drink in the other corner. Her napkin was folded, perfectly, at the side of the plate with her silver ware at their respective places.
All this made it sort of hard to be friends with her, as Heather Butler knew. She was Tracy’s best friend. They knew each other since kindergarten and have been best friends ever since Heather helped Tracy get the color crayon she wanted.
Heather had stuck by her side no matter how crazy her requests became. Like the time she yelled at the ice cream parlor owners because her ice cream was lopsided.
Yeah it became tough sometimes, and sort of embarrassing.
Which meant she was always late, which just upsets her even more, because late isn’t perfect. She had to sit in the front of class in the center, or she threw a fit, which got her into detention multiple times.
She always brought her own lunch because, well, the cafeteria food was disgusting and really anyone who did not bring though own lunch were sort of crazy.
Anyway, her lunch was always set up the same, her salad in the corner, whatever entree she prepared in the center and her drink in the other corner. Her napkin was folded, perfectly, at the side of the plate with her silver ware at their respective places.
All this made it sort of hard to be friends with her, as Heather Butler knew. She was Tracy’s best friend. They knew each other since kindergarten and have been best friends ever since Heather helped Tracy get the color crayon she wanted.
Heather had stuck by her side no matter how crazy her requests became. Like the time she yelled at the ice cream parlor owners because her ice cream was lopsided.
Yeah it became tough sometimes, and sort of embarrassing.
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