“Bye mom I have to go to school and I’ll be back for a little while, but I won’t be back tonight because I have a party.” That’s what I said when I was excited for this party. But how do you think I feel now? Dead. I am dead. It also wasn 't no accident. I do remember my killer, but I do know that she was at the party that night. Maybe you can guess and figure out why. The day started out like normal. Waking up in my bedroom to my brothers nocking on the door. My mom yelling at them, saying stop being so dang loud. That’s when I got out of bed to read my text messages and yelled, bye mom, I have to go to school and I’ll be back for a little while, but I won 't be back tonight because I have a party. All she said to have a good time. See …show more content…
Especially in that dress. It highlights your beautiful long legs perfectly. Sides theres already guys turning their heads.” “You 're the best! See you at lunch.” I walked into my first class which was history. I was the first one there. Oh no wait that isn’t right, there 's a person in a hood. Well, at least I think it’s a hood. I quickly sat down and waited for the class to fill up. But the person walked up to me. It was a guy or boy I couldn’t tell because I couldn’t quite figure out the features of his face. “Are you Kiera?” He asked with such a deep voice it made my heart skip a beat. “Yes, why do you ask?” “I need to know if you want to come to the dance with me.” His voice seemed softer and more comfortable. “Why would I? I don’t even know who you are.” “I’ll be expecting an answer tonight. Heres my number text me.” That was scary, but it was a scary that I kind of liked. But why? Was he cute? I don’t know. I couldn’t see his face, but I did need a date to the dance. Maybe I could ask for a picture of him. I’ll have to ask Jacey when I see her at lunch. “Hey girl. You look upset about something. Are you ok?” “Ya its just this boy asked me out and I don’t know what to say because I don’t know what he looks like.” “Well, that does sound like trouble.” “What should I do?” “Say yes.” “Why? I don’t even know who he is.” “Who cares, He sounds mysterious.” “Well, I guess I could. Fine I’ll say yes, but if this goes south
“ I was going to ask you to the dance, if you didn’t get enough courage to ask me!” she said with a smirk.
Fiona jumped in, “Darlin’ from the moment I met you I’ve felt the same thing.”
“You know, you really resemble him. Especially the eyes.” She smiled. “The beautiful, twinkling eyes.”
Tilting his chin upwards, Tom peered up seductively through his long, thick lashes. “So, does that mean you wanna fool around?” he asked in a soft, lilting voice.
Nine years ago, I never could have imagined I’d be writing this essay. I was a senior in high school, and, like the rest of my classmates, I was apprehensive about the future. Unlike my classmates, I felt like I had missed the proverbial “you need to get your life together” message. I watched my classmates apply to colleges, their majors already decided and their future careers mapped out. While I was an above average student, I felt I lacked the decisiveness my classmates seemed to have. I did not feel passionate about a career or even a field of study. I felt defective. This was compounded by the financial strain I knew attending college would have on my family. It seemed wasteful to try to “find my passion” at school while squandering
"I don't care you know why, there is this cute boy my brothers roommate and we went on a date tonight sort of. He is funny and sweet, something Jeremiah was not,"I say.
"First, you dress exactly like me," he motions to his clothes and thwn to mine. I roll me eyes. He continues, "Then you steal my seat. And, finally you want me so badly, you knee me in the balls and run off." He grins.
"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."
“I mean, he’s got the same look in his eyes that you did when we first met.”
"Hey, Blake. I remember you. Are you dating Mason? I think mom said that the other day" He asked him.
"Uh, sure, I guess." Ian said, trying his damnedest to not stutter or blush, because his heart was pounding up a storm in his chest.
“You think he’ll be the same with me?” Blake asked, now as nervous as before.
“Definitely sounds like you have low self-esteem. Better fix it fast before you start to settle and end up with a nobody.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?Have we met before?” he said looking at me very confused.
“So, I’ve liked you for quite some time now and I just wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me.” I said confidently.