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“End Of The School Day”

Desi sat cross-legged on the gym floor watching Stephanie Dice, the girl from her Math Lab and Algebra 1-1 class, flouncing her way towards a group of boys in her tight, blue dress that went just below her thighs. She was five-three, had straight blond hair, and a butt that was a little too big for a girl her size.

An olive-skinned boy, who looked to be no taller than six-five, greeted her by giving her a tight squeeze. Desi immediately recognized him as Ritchie Babbitt from her Algebra class.

“Hey, Ritchie!” Stephanie piped in her always-anxious voice.

“Well, if it isn’t Stephanie.” he drawled.

A few boys wolf-whistled. Without even having to investigate, Desi already knew that Stephanie was the eye-candy for most of the male population. Something that she would never be. At least that’s what she predicts.

Stephanie tilted her head slightly, threw her right arm up, and laughed as if being modest of the obvious sex-appeal she was giving off to the boys. One of them asked for her number, and she promptly took out a pink gel pin from her Marc Jacobs bag and wrote down the number on the palm of his hand.

Desi shook her head, smiling. She had met Stephanie in Math Lab when she was leaving Study Hall. She had actually thought she was a teacher. A really petite one, maybe.

Desi was trying to find the class when she noticed Stephanie loitering outside the classroom door.

“Are you also in Math Lab?” she had asked Desi hopefully.

“Yeah.” she said mechanically,

“Yay!” Stephanie suddenly burst. “I am not the only decent looking girl in this class. I was scared for a second that I would be stuck with a bunch of losers.”

Um…thanks?

The girl immediately deemed Desi as her seat buddy. Being the soft-spoken person Desi was, she couldn’t say no.

“Racist!” an African American boy hollered. His voice ringing to the other side of the gym.

“I am not!” a tall, smiley boy said, rubbing Stephanie’s back. “That girl really is ghetto.”

“I know.” the first boy said. “Just messin with ya.”

“Good.” Smiley said. “Scared me for a sec. But Steph, don’t you think that girl’s fat?”

She raised both of her hands, body-languishing that she didn’t want to say anything offensive.

Desi looked over and saw who they were talking about. Well, it was Missy Brailles. The girl she had eaten lunch with. She was overweight, but those boy’s comments were totally unnecessary. She made note that if they ever asked for her opinion on Missy’s weight, she would decline and walk away.

She watched Stephanie laugh and flirt her way with the boys. Desi was sort of impressed. She wished she could have the charisma and appeal to get any boy she wanted. She took out her journal with unicorns, rainbows, deers, and enchanted people on the cover. Taking out her flower pin, she wrote this down:

The blond girl in my ML class may seem a little fast and out there, but I think she would be a good help for me getting the right guy. I just hope I impress her enough for her to willingly help me out.

After gym class over, it was time to go home. Desi couldn’t have been anymore happier. Despite the fact that her first day of high school had been fairly decent, she couldn’t wait to go home and take a nap.

She went to her locker to fetch her backpack. As she was collecting her things, someone accidentally bumped into her as they were passing.

“Oh, sorry!” a male’s voice apologized. “Didn’t see you there.”

Desi turned around and found herself looking dead at the same guy she had seen earlier that. That’s right, the same guy she had nearly injured herself over trying to get a better look at. He was standing right there in the flesh.

He looked even more handsome than before.

“That’s okay.” she mumbled quietly, which came out as “s’kay”.

He smiled and walked over to his locker. It was only across from her’s. As if it were a reflex, she smiled.

Wait a minute! She thought hastily. Why like him? He’ll probably be just like Scott. Mean and Popular.

The bus ride home was calming. She had a meaningful conversation with Le and Wendy about Obama running for office and the economy. They were cool people along with Judy, Vinnie, Justin, and Missy. Maybe this place had potential after all. She was already making friends. But she still wished she was at Graysville. She had been wondering what her old classmates were doing. Probably laughing and reuniting. For a moment, she felt sad.

When she got home, the first thing she did was run to upstairs to her bedroom. She tossed her backpack onto her desk chair and flopped onto her bed.
It’s the last chapter, so if you read the rest, you’ll understand it. It’s from the website I’m writing at.

http://www.worthyofpublishing.com/book.asp?book_ID=2252

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