I stared at my watch on the phone ......quietly but eagerly anticipating the bell to ring . Damn my first day of senior school could never have been worse plus my combat boots were really getting on my nerves....seriously are there any quality shoes nowadays **sigh** only two minutes left ....here it comes......This is taking forever ....damn it ....then I heard the sweet sound of the bell mixed with the ear piercing screams of hormonal teenagers anticipating the end of yet another trashy day in this shitty school ......well I actually loved school my favourite place was the library ....ironic right ....but who are you to judge me I mean....there is someone out there whose favourite place is a toilet ..... I mean.....a toilet
I got up from my seat I felt my butt cringe ..seriously this public schools are just so down to earth ....they should at least put cushions on our seats .....I know my dreams are quite oblivious this is America ....twenty first century which kid would care about comfort in school ......I was eager to go see the first match of the soccer season since the beginning of the senior year which was just today. With my bag strapped to one of my shoulders I hurried outside the library to wait for Kaitleen she was my best friend since fifth grade when she said she loved my skin and then later broke my color pencil....we instantly became friends and she has always kept on telling me how different I am well not negatively .... I saw her naturally strawberry blonde hair as her body came into view
" Hey Naye ,"she said with a smile on her pretty face
She loved calling me by my second name ....she said it was one of the many things that made me unique ....whatever that meant.
I literally grabbed her wrist and I dragged her to the soccer pitch. We ran to the soccer pitch that was at the far right corner of the school the school's Titans were undefeated with their mighty defense team and there super speed strikers our team was like one strong arm plus our coach was one down to earth guy he couldn't stand defeat literally .....like I mean.....LITERALLY the last time we drew with the opponents he almost removed a bleacher right from its spot on the ground...the guy was on the verge of exploding ....he made the entire team sprint around the school like upteen times ....I was brought back to reality and from my brief moment Of sub consciously complaining about Mr Gondwandaland ....he was even named after plate when the earth was split into plates according to the plate tectonic theory .....pardon me for my smarts
.....shut up sub conscious mind ....who even names their children after a geographical .....shut up seriously ....aghr
" Amell is going to score....oh god I think my ovaries are going to explode ....look at his hair.....look at his lean muscular legs as he dribbles the ball.....shit....he is hotter than.......look at his fucking hair ....,"Kaitleen literally shouted in my ear what is it with this teenagers and their hormones .....just cause a boy has a flawless body and icy blue eyes and toned abs....and awesome legs and killer smile ......doesn't mean he's good enough ....damn it who am I kidding .....he is hot ....all girl's were literally drooling the moment he got the ball.....well not all girls I'm drooling sub consciously. The soccer team had clearly grabbed almost the whole package of hotties in Brineview high I mean almost all the good looking hunks were in the soccer team" He's scored ....he has scored and the game is over and Amell Gabriel has scored .....damn it ....talk about a younger version of Christiano Ronaldo .....," some girl who sat on the bleacher next to me declared I almost laughed out loud but I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand .
The whistle was blown and as soon as the teams shook hands as a sign of ....whatever that meant .....the spectators instantly went steaming down the stairs in between the bleachers to the pitch to congratulate the team members. I had no one I wanted to congratulate so I promptly stood up ready to go home"Let's go congratulate Amell on his perfect score ," Kaitleen said
I just looked at her as though she had just landed from fucking Mars

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