Between the lines

lor

and at my slightly-dented locker –thanks to Dummy ole' Davidson- puttin

door for their parents to arrive. The meeting ran on later than usual today because we had

washed-out jeans pocket and f

Thirty-

e a relaxing shower, and head to work at Nadine'

e a textbook between two others, the pitter-pattering

s the distressing ju

cker, fixing my bag over my shoulder and sighing. I don't even turn to look at him. I wou

I say to him. I turn on my

have to talk, dumm

, jet black hair. It's so long that it covers his forehead and his cheeks –it's a miracle anyone

your ears and sunk into your head and finally drowned out all your default knowledge as a homosapien. Allow me to remind you of what you're missing. We? Doesn't exist. You and I? Are not friends.

... you're labelling me under the same species as yourself? What? It must be Christmas." He gasps. "Or is it my birthday? What happened to pig... or... worm under a blazing desert sun... or..." I

s it really amuses me –the w

feet to his hair with a look of disgust plastered over my face, "...considering I've been paired with you for something like a play by someone like a principal, I'd

ch in another stupid comment. "Fine then. I'll tell the drama teac

ps as I listen

di

ious

anet Earth," he spits. "Someone please tell me

ur school knows as the annual April Fest production. Granted, it takes place next year as it's only September, it was a fashion

of his presence before I mutter my own frustrated comments to myself. "Your hate towards me i

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se my brain is tied up thinking about school or work or extracurriculars. It's becaus

ously so sick

has the audacity to

U R. Y E A R S. AND THIS YEAR IS

d prod

lady AND RISK CO-STARING WITH THE D

me. Someone pl

aty: M

Katy

s what wakes me up and if my alarm does not wake me up it is the sound of my ringtone when my dad calls me at 4:30 in the morning to make sure I'm waking up. And this is not a

TY!!!!! SERI

TYYYYYYYYYY

riends

you are

KESS

YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW WITH A TRANQUILIZER IF Y

e Davidson. Jeez! You

ortunately for me, I don't fall asleep until around half three in the morning –and I ne

chedule works; late n

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shoved it during lunch. "Can you believe that guy?" I ask my best friend, Olivia, "It's like when I was born, Sata

g me. "Olive, seriously, are you even listening to me? What's that? Literature coursework?" I find the gum and open one wrappe

en they're suggested by the school. Why don't they just let us choose what we want to write on? This ba

o pick our own books, what do y

" She asks, rais

why am I so unfortunate to live in the same world at the same time in t

panic to see if she'd damaged them. "I don't know, Mal. If I'm being honest, I'd say maybe if you stop

ow? And ole' Bev went all out saying I had to do it if I wanted to clear my name. Which I do. I hate my life!" I grab a pillo

e bites her lip. She s

p with a gasp. "What

well... auditions start next week Monday, right? The signup sheets went up on the notice-board yesterd

to do that, though? To s

e th

, it seems like a s

f. I can't make you do that... I really can't." I tighten

the embarrassment than take the risk of me having the leading role and possibly getting you out of that whole situation? Kyle and I don't have a war going on between us. I barely talk to him and he's in my class. We'd find a way to get along... and you'd both be

onder she got into the science class. "You'd r

ma student, I actually do want to be in the play anyway. If I get the leading role I'll feel like a tr

inted. "Oh, so you're not

ssion. "And also, you're my best

ightly. "Thanks, O

ful that she does. Lingering on the thought of

ndsome. Hazel eyes, dirty blonde hair, he's really, really tall, too. You know the one. Looks lik

ss he gave us all a little information about his life. I wasn't going to listen but he's actually quite an interesting book. Moved from across the country, apparently. Likes sports. Looks like a jock anyway, doesn't he? Apparently he was supposed to write the final exams last

sses? What's he stud

ia. "Do you real

Du

my head and leaning forward to whisper close to her face. "All of my classes." A

at that- and says, "And here you're th

on where Kyle Davidson is my co-star and I'm in the same eight classes with a guy who I must now dread crossing

essings, Mal,"