"Hello..." I answered on the first ring.
"Wow, that's all you have to say? We haven't talked in ages and it feels like you died off the face of the planet..."
"Ugh yeah sorry about not calling you earlier...is just I moved to a different neighborhood, transferred school and stuff..."
"Fine it's okay, but that's the reason why you have me as your best friend. You can tell me anything and I'm always there for you..."
"I know and same here," I sighed, feeling like a shitty friend.
"Anyway, where did you move to?"
"Ugh, New York Cityâ"
"Wow..now I see how it is. I guess I don't have any true friends," She sighed.
"I am...but yeah I don't have any excuse as to why I didn't tell you sooner about me moving here. I'm sorry again,"
"Sure...anyway I'll call you later since I have to go."
"Okay," I replied. After we said our goodbyes, I ended the call and checked the time. I saw that class was going to start in a short while.
"Hey, are you ready to go to English?" Hannah asked.
"Yeah," I closed my locker, and we headed towards class.
I walked a bit faster through the hallways, so I wouldn't be late for class.
I was glad that I had English since so far that was the class I enjoyed taking.
Plus the assignments were easy to do since I was the queen of bullshit writing.
I sighed in relief when I walked into the class and saw that there were a few people. I noticed some seats were available in the front, and we settled there.
"Did you study for the quiz?"
"Wait...what?" I looked horrified at Hannah until she started laughing.
"Got ya..." She snorted between her giggles as lightly punched her in the arm.
"That was mean," I said, jokingly.
"Yeah but come on it was funny," She giggled and I playfully rolled my eyes at her.
While waiting for class to start, someone poked me repeatedly in my back.
I turned around to glare at the person, and sure enough, it was some girl named Anne.
She was one of Stacey's friends, but I was surprised that she wanted to talk to me since she would ignore me if Stacey was around.
[Gif of Anne^^]
She even sided with her no matter what she does even if she was wrong. Like bully people who are too afraid to stand up themselves.
"Yes," I said, annoyed since I hated when people poked me.
"Your style usually sucks, but surprisingly I love the jacket you're wearing. Where did you buy it from?" She asked as she popped her gum.
"The store," I responded.
"The store?" She replied.
"You know where you buy your clothes and stuff from." I rolled my eyes and turned around.
The only people I told where I brought my stuff from, were people I was cool with.
I then heard her sucked her teeth and muttered the word bitch underneath her breath.
"Bitch speak louder, I didn't hear you." I looked at her.
I did hear her call me a bitch, but I just wanted to know if she wasn't scared to say it to my face and sure enough she was.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh okay, that's what I thought." I flipped my hair to the side, while I turned around.
"Hey," Adam smiled at me when he sat next to me.
Just then Mr. Cheetos walked in, closing the classroom door behind him.
"Hey, did your brother like the puppy you got him? I left before I could meet him,"
"Yeah he and buddy are inseparable," He chuckled a bit.
"Aww, that's cuteâ"
"Adam and Katherine, do you two have something you'll like to share with the class?" Mr. Cheetos asked, looking annoyed that we weren't paying attention.
"No." Both Adam and I said in unison.
"Alright..."
"Good morning." His voice was deep and raspy, serious intent around the edges.
"Good morning, Mr. Cheetos." Everyone said in unison.
"This year we will be doing an interesting writing project," He said as he handed out the papers for the assignment, "It's called The Wattpad Project." Soon he was done and walked back towards his desk to place down the remainder stack of paper.
"What's that?" A girl named Jasmine asked.
"Each will have a partner, and the two of you have to write a story on a writing free mobile app called Wattpad. Based on how well your story is written is how you'll be graded and if your story happens to be the most popular then you win a lifetime supply of Cheetos...." He said, nonchalantly.
"Seriously?" I raised a brow and folded my arms across my chest.
"No it was just a joke," He smiled, looking around seeing that no one was laughing. Some kids were spaced out, while others looked confused, "anyway if your group get the most popular story then they will win a surprise."
"Do we get to pick our partners?" I asked and he shook his head.
"No, you will be assigned partner since I want you all to work with someone new. I would like everyone to move to those they were partnered with when their names are called." Mr. Cheetos said, and everyone nodded their heads. I just hoped I didn't get partnered with someone I didn't like...like Stacey..."
Eventually, Mr. Cheetos finally was done calling out who was working with who and it turned out that I had to work with Adam. And Hannah got to work with some guy named Jake, who seemed like a nice guy.
"Now that everyone has a partner, you both can talk about your story plot for a short while since by the end of the class you'll have to submit your group's idea."
"How long do we have to write the story?" Some kid asked.
"Plenty of time, but do try to put in the effort and no plagiarizing someone else's work. I would know if you do since I personally know some people who work at Wattpad. They wouldn't mind helping me find those who copied. Also if you want to write a cliché story then that's fine also. Just be creative enough to go above the word count limit. And please keep it PG-13." He responded, hoping everyone was on the same page.
I looked down at the instructions, seeing that the word count limit was twenty thousand words, "I know he fucking lying..." I muttered underneath my breath.
I heard some sighed, while others were excited to start.
"So what do you want to write about?" Adam asked.
"Maybe something cutesyâ"
"What about an assassin story..."
"I'm not much of an action reader. How about a humor bad boy story where the good girl falls in love?" I suggested.
"Interesting, and the male main character can play football, who met a brunette babe that just moved into town. The girl, of course, couldn't resist the guy charms--" He suggested and I gave him the look.
"Or the guy thinks the girl likes him since he has a huge ego ..."
"Or that too. Plus he could be bad news, while he thinks she's a bad girl who hasn't been caught yet," He smirked.
"Are you trying to tell me something?.."
"Nope just giving ideas for the story..."
"Right?" I narrowed my eyes at him and continued to write down some of the ideas I had also.
But besides this whole planning, I wondered what the surprise would be for winning.
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