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“Come on!” My best friend, Sarah, pulled me outside of the GT classroom, and out into the open high school hallway. We were both sophomores, and happy to be out of the terrible freshmen initiation year. I followed her into the middle of the hallway where we leaned against a heavy pillar, waiting for our advanced ILA class, or as some people call it, Group Therapy, to start. I ran my hands through my short edgy bob of curly hair and took in my surroundings: On my right were a group of Seniors who were chatting about college and who they thought would ask whom to prom. The Freshmen stared at them wistfully as they walked by, hoping that someday they would fill those shoes, and become the leaders of the school. To my left was …show more content…

We had hung out all summer and then become the best of friends in sixth grade. Since neither one of us had a phone then, we developed a system of writing each other notes, since we both had windows that could see into each other's bedrooms. After communicating with the 'window notes' for a year, the method stuck, so whenever I felt like talking to someone I pulled up the blinds and threw paper airplanes against his window until he opened his curtains with a magic marker and drawing pad in his hand. "Sorry!" I laughed. "We left the day school ended. I didn't have time for a window note. By the way, are you still dating—" "James!" a girl with long artificial brown hair exclaimed, running down the hallway to kiss James. "That would be a yes." I frowned, slipping inside the classroom in an effort to avoid seeing them suck each other's faces off. "I take it that this-" Sarah gestured to the situation in the hallway, "means you haven't told him yet." “It’s not that easy Sarah.” I sighed, slumping down in my chair as James entered the room. He took the desk next to me and cringed, waiting for the teacher to call his real name, Jamie, out on …show more content…

“What are you guys talking about?” James asked, leaning towards Sarah and I. “Nothing.” We both blushed. “Okay then. So what’s this project even going to be about?” He frowned. “Thank you for asking that Mr. Grammar.” Mrs. Wither said, pacing around our desks. “You students will be creating an original plot line for a graphic novel that will be due in at the end of the semester.”She said. “More information of the standards being set for this novel can be seen on the rubric that I’m handing out to you.” She dropped a stack of packets on our desk and proceeded on to the next table. “Whoa! How long is this anyways?” James asked. “This is everything that you will need for the next three months of class. Don’t complain, this cost over ten dollars to print.” She rolled her eyes, and took a seat at her computer. The class sat silently, and stared at her for a minute before she yelled, “Well, get to work!” “Well then.” I muttered, scanning through the packet. “It basically says half of our grade is the written story plot, and the other half is our graphic novel. Anyone got any ideas to get started?” “We should write a romance. Sarah said, “Seems like she needs a little more in her

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