It was three o’clock on a Friday and the campana, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my libri in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could te come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. te would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her scrivania, reception trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted te to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want te to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank te and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see te tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minuti at the most. It was a pretty warm giorno in April. A nice to giorno to have a picnic o something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one giorno she’ll find the right person for her. That one giorno seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy erba and a big oak albero on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are te off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating ora was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to te too,” she responded. I sat on the divano and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a data with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied più mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while te gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and riso on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could te get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I detto to myself. I went and opened the door.
“Oh wait, Alisa could te come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. te would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her scrivania, reception trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted te to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want te to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank te and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see te tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minuti at the most. It was a pretty warm giorno in April. A nice to giorno to have a picnic o something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one giorno she’ll find the right person for her. That one giorno seems like never.
We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy erba and a big oak albero on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are te off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating ora was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to te too,” she responded. I sat on the divano and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a data with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied più mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while te gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and riso on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could te get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I detto to myself. I went and opened the door.
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, da tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right successivo to te then..." The blonde looked at the house successivo to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see te tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her cuore skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do te turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do te like it here?"