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“Heyy.. it’s me again. Today, I me three guys. (That’s something that doesn’t happen every day). I told them my name was Alex. Only because I’ve always wanted my name to be that, and they’ve never seen me! But, they found out when I had to ask the teacher something and they shouted my ‘name’ saying that I had a question. ‘MRS. BELLWOODS! MRS. BELLWOODS! ALEX HAS A QUESTION!!!!’ I had my head down, blushing. ‘Alex..?’ Mrs. Bellwoods looked around searching. The thing is, an old friend who turned on me, her name was Alex. Alex is Mrs. Bellwoods’ Daughter. The guys looked at me as if they’re grade from a test was an F. ‘WHO ARE YOU?!’ One said. So, I ended up telling them my name. My REAL name: Emily. They all seem nice. Jesus I met first, then Triston, and then Tyler. Triston was the one who was keeping me comfortable the whole day. He’s really cute and very kind. For some reason, I have a feeling we’re gonna be really good friends.”
Triston came down the hall. “Triston!” I called. He looked to where his name was called, “Oh hey!” He walked to over to me. “What’s up?” I asked happily. “Oh, just came to see Mrs. Chrissy, this is her last day here.” Triston responded.
Triston was a dirty blonde. Meaning, his hair was a dirty blond! He seemed to be the same size as me, I wouldn’t have known if he was. It just seemed like that. He had the most beautiful eyes. Probably THE MOST beautiful I’ve ever seen. They were a bright blue, making them look like he was blind from the serious blue ocean and the bright light sky. Though, it also seemed like they were slightly mixed with a dash of gray. He also had a low voice, however, he didn’t talk very much. Mainly it was because he had nothing to say. I wished he had so much to say, it would’ve made me dream of him every hour! Hearing a voice so magnificent, always makes my day.
I, not knowing what to do or say, just stood quietly. Jesus came down the hall. “Hey, you! I saw you a week ago. Uh..” Jesus tried to snap his fingers. He couldn’t remember my name. “Emily.” I told him. “Yeah..”
Jesus had black hair. He also seemed the same size as me, and he had brown eyes. I don’t remember the last time I even looked into them. His voice was high, but not too high. And yet, he could make up a pretty random conversation.. “Are you here to see Mrs. Chrissy too?” I asked Jesus. “Yeah,” Jesus looked at Triston, “Hey Triston.” Triston slightly waved. It seemed to be getting awkward, “Right well, I’m gonna watch a movie so..” “OH WHICH ONE?!” Jesus interrupted. “Uh.. I don’t know.” I said feeling like I was talking to an interrupting school bell. “Oh..” Jesus frowned. Triston chuckled.
To be continued..