It was nine o'clock when Caleb texted me. We started talking and telling me about football and how practice has been going. We ended up in the group chat with Brooklyn and Bre talking about our day and acting like a family. After about an hour of continuous talking about school Brooklyn decides to head to bed, Caleb dissappears, and Bre private messages me say "Do you like Caleb"? Staring up at the ceiling I ask myself the same question over and over again. It's only been a week and a half we've known each, we have texted every night ever since then, do I like him?I knew I would because knowing me with every crush is a fairytale screw up, the ones that have the weird twist and don't have a happily ever after. Not quite yet. I typed the words from my thoughts onto the screen that read "no". 1044Please respect copyright.PENANAT24e7Idsw0
At school the next day during sixth period we finally got into the interesting stuff for tech and living. I hate my partner, I hate my module, I hate tech living, I thought to myself. Knowing who my partner was I thought I would be doing all the work. Wrong! She won't let me do anything. Leaving the room after forty-five minutes of frustration I head to my next two periods. The bell rings and it's finally eight period. Taking a deep breath of relief that I finally made it to eighth period even I grab Olive just barley making it on time to careers. We first do our partner in sixty second, which technically it would be a lot easier to say if it was just a minute but have it your way. Hearing the bell brings joy to my ears. One of the pros of careers class is that it's on the other side of the building so at the end of the day when you're walking back you can just pop in a $1.25 and boom fruit snack pleasure.1044Please respect copyright.PENANABVVvbKnsIx
Quickly stopping at my locker I also change my clothes and walk down to the original elementary school remembering I have volleyball tryouts today. I couldn't shake Caleb off my mind the whole ten minute walk down to the school. Not yet I told myself, I just met him! Clearing my mind I sustain my mental focus back to volleyball.
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