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Jack Frost must have been working overtime that early fall day, because boy was it freezing! It was still fall yet, people were bundled up, like it was already winter. And even though it was literally twenty degrees out, that hell called school was still going on. It was nearly lunch time in South Ridge High, and all the students slowly staggered to the cafeteria, talking about who had sex with who, who was knocked up, and who was dumped. Same talk like every damn day. It was basically in the school's fucking schedule.
A small girl, barely five foot slammed her locker as she turned to Oliver. This was Oli's close friend, August, but he called her A. Her gray eyes were ignited with anger, and they stood out even more against her chocolate colored skin. Her white died hair was braided into two long French braids. Her full lips were twisted into a grimace. Obviously something was up with her.
"Oli. He gave me a freakin' C. A 'C'!" Yelled the girl. August was a smart girl, but she had a hard time in physics. However August never really got anything but A's. The closest she got to a C was an A-. But that changed today. Before he could ask who gave her he C, she went on to say, "Mr. freakin' Holmes! Ugh! That bald headed, fat, red faced, ugly, brushy brows, old man gave me a C!" August yelled hysterically, causing a few of the bystanders eyes to cast over to them. August had a habit to say, 'freaking' a lot when she was mad, and yell. "Ugh! I could just strangle him! And he's not letting me make it up! I have to do stupid extra credit! This is going to ruin me Oliver, ruin-"
"Get the hell out of the way!" Yelled a rather attractive man as he skateboarded, yes skateboarded, through the halls. August quickly jumped it of the way, and pulled Oliver with her, before he man hit him. It was no other then Micah. The star of the football team. The king of South Ridge High. Glaring holes into the back of his head August scoffed, before looking at her friend.
"Are you okay? I didn't grab you to hard right?"
A small girl, barely five foot slammed her locker as she turned to Oliver. This was Oli's close friend, August, but he called her A. Her gray eyes were ignited with anger, and they stood out even more against her chocolate colored skin. Her white died hair was braided into two long French braids. Her full lips were twisted into a grimace. Obviously something was up with her.
"Oli. He gave me a freakin' C. A 'C'!" Yelled the girl. August was a smart girl, but she had a hard time in physics. However August never really got anything but A's. The closest she got to a C was an A-. But that changed today. Before he could ask who gave her he C, she went on to say, "Mr. freakin' Holmes! Ugh! That bald headed, fat, red faced, ugly, brushy brows, old man gave me a C!" August yelled hysterically, causing a few of the bystanders eyes to cast over to them. August had a habit to say, 'freaking' a lot when she was mad, and yell. "Ugh! I could just strangle him! And he's not letting me make it up! I have to do stupid extra credit! This is going to ruin me Oliver, ruin-"
"Get the hell out of the way!" Yelled a rather attractive man as he skateboarded, yes skateboarded, through the halls. August quickly jumped it of the way, and pulled Oliver with her, before he man hit him. It was no other then Micah. The star of the football team. The king of South Ridge High. Glaring holes into the back of his head August scoffed, before looking at her friend.
"Are you okay? I didn't grab you to hard right?"