High School Hurdles: A Teen's Tale

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KNARTS. Knarts knarts knarts. These were the first thoughts that floated through 15 year old, Aliana Summers’s head as she weaved herself through the hallways of Waterbrooke High. It was only the second week of school and she was already struggling to keep up. “Where in the world is my DNA essay...? I swear I shoved it in my backpack this morning.”, she muttered to herself. Head down, she rummaged through her overflowing backpack. “Oh I’m so sorry,” she mumbled as she bumped into the only and only, point guard of the varsity basketball team, Sean Timmons. “Slow your horses Summers,” he chuckled as Aliana turned a bright shade of red. “We don’t want to hurt ourselves now do we,” he smirked. Aliana let out a small giggle. “If it gets me …show more content…

She chuckled as she watched him leave. Oh Sean Timmons, how does a boy get so fine. With his walnut brown hair with eyes so brown you feel like you are drowning in a sea of chocolate. And he wasn't one of those jerks either. He is actually a good person. “Miss. Summers,” some familiar voice stated as he cleared his throat. “Hi Mr. Daniels...I know...I'm late.” Aliana muttered. “You do realize that one more tardy and I have no other option other than sending you to Mr. Wazoisky’s office. This is your fifth one...in six days.” “I know,” she sighed. “I've just been really distracted.” Mr. Wazoisky was the head principal at Waterbrooke high. Towering over most of the kids at 6’5, he roamed the halls with a feeling of discipline. Every student he walked past felt the discipline hanging, like a dark cloud in a cloudless sky. Everyone hates going to his office. He always kept a huge bowl of this orange stuff on his desk. He claimed it was orange jello with extra vitamin C, but no one can be too careful. One girl sweared she say something move in it. Also, his office seemed like tornado hit it, leaving only the disdain and stress of

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