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Skylar Evans-Personal Narrative

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Skylar Evans walked down the corridor to her next class, math. She's always loved math; she loves the fact that math is an everyday priority, so She need to learn as much as she can as soon as possible. As she sat in her chair in a middle row, her so-called-boyfriend, Chris, entered the room. Considering he's a senior, he shouldn't be in there. When he spotted her, a smirk shadowed his lips. He casually walked over to her, taking an empty chair next to her. "So, how's my stunning girlfriend doing?" He asked, placing a wet kiss on her cheek. She's always wondered, why is he so nice to me when people are around, but hurt me when we're alone? "Okay, I guess," she muttered, trying her best to ignore his gaze. She felt his clammy hand being …show more content…

Johnson walk into the room. "Gotta go, love you Sky," he said, quickly getting up, kissing the top of her head, and clumsily sauntering out of the room. She watched him as he left the room, the way his backpack swings all over the place makes her sick. ' How could some inconsiderate fool come in here, about to say something bad to me, then stop when a teacher walks in. I wish I could kick him in the balls, if he wasn't the most popular guy in school,' she thought. "Nice boyfriend you have there," Mrs. Johnson said, catching her off guard. She turned her head to look at her, noticing that the rest of the students have entered the classroom. Her cheeks turned red when she called him her 'boyfriend.' It wasn't out of embarrassment; she was angry. "Yeah," she sighed, wishing it wasn't true, hiding how she really …show more content…

Evans has escaped into a daydream," Mrs. Johnson said, grasping her attention. All the class turned in their seats and stared at her. She slid into her seat out of embarrasment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after class? But, boy was she wrong. When she exited the classroom, all eyes were on her. Since she goes to a small school of about three-hundred students, word gets around pretty quickly. Every girl was looking at each other, then staring at her, and back again. Even the emo kids were looking at her weirdly. Everyone knows her as Little Miss Perfect. They expect her to have perfect grades, a perfect boyfriend, and a perfect life, when really, everything is eminently hectic. She studies for four hours each night before a test, her boyfriend abuses her, and her father left before she was born. Everything isn't perfect in Little Miss Perfect's life, now is it? She was walking to her locker to put her books away, until she felt two hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She knew who it was; Chris, of course. He spun her around, and surprisingly, pecked her on the lips. "I heard what happened in Mrs. Johnson's class," he smirked, going down to kiss her neck. She wanted so badly to push him off, but she'd be in trouble if she did, yet it felt heavenly to

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