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Why can't we?

Loreli_Funderburg
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Chapter 1 - Steve and my notebook

It was the first day of school. I was just walking around the school grounds. And some boy who always picked on me walked over to me.

"Hey, so you also go here?" The boy asked. I believe his name was Steve.

I shook my head at him and started walking off. He grabbed my shoulder and took my backpack off my back. I looked at him and looked around the room. No one was watching, but I knew I couldn't just let him win.

"Nice, notebook," Steve said taking it out.

Oh no.

"First page has.... Oh a list of songs* Steve looked shocked.

My blood was boiling at this point.

"Well you can have this back, but I need something in return" Steve told me.

Was he for real? He read my stuff and now wants something in return?

"Ok what do you want?" I asked him.

"You go out with me and I don't tell anyone about your pretty little secret," Steve said smiling at me.

I agreed and he gave me back my notebook.

We walked out of the lunch room,, and right past a wonderful girl. My heart felt like it was on roses when I saw her smile. Steve was holding my hand to let everyone know that we where together.

We walked in the classroom late since Steve wanted me to meet his friends. I had to walk to class by myself, and kinda got lost.

"Oh, and why are you late?" the teacher asked.

I looked at him wanting to say that I got lost, but the girl walked over to us and said it was her fault.

"I told her the wrong room number. I'm sorry, I promise that she won't be late again," The girl told him with a smile.

My head was spinning. Why did she defend me like that? Who is this... Angel?

we both went to our desks. Her's was middle row. I sat on the right side of the class in the front.

"Ok class we'll going to play a game. I want everyone to find a partner who they don't know and answer some questions," the teacher said.

The girl walked over to my table and sat right next to me. I smiled. I never felt like someone wanted to talk to me unless they wanted to use me in some way.