Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 18:36:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tayler C. <harmonicdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stone Hearts and Hand Grenades 2

I walked Gracie back to the house, thinking about my encounter with the guy
a few minutes ago. He was so gorgeous. I didn't even know anything about
the guy. He probably had a girlfriend, but it didn't stop me from admiring
his beauty. I put some food and water in Gracie's tray and grabbed my
keys. It was still fairly early, around 6:45, so I decided to get something
to eat from Sonic. I decided on a breakfast sandwich of biscuit, egg, bacon
and cheese. After I picked up my food, I went to Mulholland Drive and
headed towards the school.

Soon enough, I walked through the crowded hallways of ECRHS. It was such a
huge school, containing 4100+ students and a huge staff of 260 teachers,
not including other members of faculty and administration. I walked towards
the senior homeroom hall, saying a hey to random kids that I really didn't
know, just me being cordial. Just then, one of my best friends Blair, came
up to me. She latched on to my arm and continued to walk with me.

"Oh my God, Trace! I'm so happy to see you! Do you like my tan? I've been
in the South of France! It's so gorgeous. Everyone is so nice, even though
I barely speak any French! The guys were so cute too! I really missed you,
I should have taken you with me." Blair said, excitedly, rambling on 50
words in 20 seconds. Blair is extremely beautiful. She's kinda tall,
standing at 5ft8, big beautiful brown eyes, long and flowing brunette hair
that reached her waist, a model thin body, and flawless tan skin. She's
Turkish and white, so she had natural tan skin. She was always dressed in
designer labels. Everyone from Chanel to Victor & Rolf, Proenza Schouler,
Bill Blass, Givenchy, JPG, Gucci, everything. She was the epitome of a
fashionista. Today, she was dressed no differently, sporting a PS blazer, a
plain white t-shirt and Balmain jeans. Blair represented a modern woman;
strong, independent, beautiful, extremely intelligent, and most of all
compassionate. She would give the shirt off her shoulders if she could.

"You should have invited me, but whatever. You clearly don't love me," I
said to her, laughing.

"Oh, I so do. I didn't think you'd want to go. You already go everywhere as
it is," she replied back. We entered Mr. Black's classroom for homeroom.
We decided to take seats in the middle of the classroom. I looked around
for my other best friend, Cameron, but I didn't see him in the
classroom. Blair, Cameron and I always had homeroom together since Freshman
year. The only thing that changed was the teacher and the classroom. This
year, it so happened to be Mr. Black, my AP Biology II teacher. Just then
the bell rang, signaling everyone after the bell would be late. Blair and I
continued to talk about nothing in general, discussing how exciting senior
year was going to be. About 10 minutes later, Cameron burst through the
door, looking a bit disheveled. Cameron is my male best friend. We've known
him since grade 7. I've known Blair since kindergarten, but we didn't
really become best friends until 5th grade. Cam and I are more than best
friends. Both of them really. They're like my siblings, especially since I
don't have any. Cam and I have so much in common. We both love music and
art, we both are the same age, and share a same birthday, and we even came
out to each other on the same day.

Cameron is Black and Asian, so he has those almond shaped eyes, and caramel
skin, and a wild head of curly afro hair. He's about my height, 5ft10 and
he has a toned, muscular body due to his running. Cameron loved running. He
even signed up for track and had been running since 8th grade.

"Hey guys. I overslept! Had a late night last night. Had to rush to
school."

"What were you doing, Cam? You're like ten minutes late!" I said to him.

"Josh Beck," he replied back with a devious smirk. Josh Beck was the
captain of the football team and he was so deep in the closet. He had a
girlfriend, Brittany, who didn't even know of his and Cameron's
sexcapades. Josh had that girl blinded, and Cam too, since he was only
using him for a quick blowjob.

"UGH! I can't stand guys who can't be open with who they are. What you even
see in him anyway?" Blair said, throwing her hands up.

"A big d*ck." Cam stated plainly, eliciting a laugh from the both of
us. It's not like he was really lying.

"Man, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since last night," Cam said,
taking my sandwich off my desk.

"Well, here, Cameron. I have a sandwich that I've only taken 3 bites out
of, why don't you enjoy it's deliciousness with me? Oh wait, You already
took it." I said sarcastically.

"Thanks buddy, love ya," he replied, ignoring my sarcasm. Mr. Black passed
out our schedules and told us we could talk quietly if we pleased. Blair,
Cam, and I compared our schedules to each other. Blair and I had English
together, Cam and Blair had Calculus and Latin Literature together, Cam and
I had Economics together, and we all had Theater Production together. That
meant we all had the same lunch period. It was just like Freshman year,
when we had most of the same classes together. My schedule was pretty neat
this year. I had gotten most of the academic part of it out of the way, so
I had more time to take alternative courses, such as Contemporary
Lifestyles and Theater Production. The latter two were my absolute favorite
courses. The bell rang, so Blair and I headed towards our English class.

We walked into our English class and took our seats. It was a pretty big
class, so we took our seats near the back of the room. After a few minutes,
our teacher came into to the room and told us to stand in front of the
classroom so we could get assigned seats. She introduced herself as
Ms. Bickerstaff, a new member of faculty. We stood and waited for our names
to be called. Since our names started with C's, it wasn't too long a wait.

After everyone was seated, she turned on the projector so we could start
our warm up assignment. After warm up, she passed out our rubric, her
classroom expectations, and our books. She had given us 2 assignments on
gerunds and 2 more for homework. Talk about laying it on thick. It was only
our first day back! After we got done with our assignments, she wanted us
to introduce ourselves to her. She wanted to tell her our names, favorite
subject, and how we think English and Language Arts shape our daily
lives. Of course, she asked me about my hair. Everyone does. I like the
dreads. As long as they're neat, I really don't see the problem with
them. Finally, the bell rang, so Blair and I parted ways. I maneuvered
through the hallways and headed to my Algebra III class. I've always liked
math, but I didn't really care for the advanced maths. Instead of taking
calculus, I decided to go with Algebra III. You can never go wrong with
algebraic equations. We didn't do too much as a class because it was the
first day. Normal classroom rules, rubrics and syllabus, boring stuff.


Next up was AP Biology II in Mr. Black's class again. Mr. Black is really
cool, young teacher. He didn't joke about us getting our work done, but he
was still very relaxed and fun. I had him previously for regular biology
and I loved his class so much and did extremely well, so I decided to take
the advanced placement course. Once the bell rang, Mr. Black passed out our
class rubric and informed us that after this week, we'd be working mostly
with a partner and that partner would be our partner for the rest of the
school year. Just then, Christian walked in the room.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Black. I'm new to this school and it's kinda hard to
get around," he said, taking an empty seat one row over and two seats up
from me.

"That's fine, Mr..."

"Greene. Here's my schedule." He gave Mr. Black his schedule. Mr. Black
looked over it and handed it back to him.

Mr. Black walked back up to the front of the room and told us to get
started on our warm ups, which were on the chalkboard. After we got done,
he told us we could talk quietly. I didn't really know anyone to just
randomly talk to them, so I just sat there quietly. Every now and then, I
would look at the back of Chris's head. Wow, he was flawless. His muscles
flexed as he wrote something or another on a sheet of paper. He stopped
writing and then turned around, looking in my direction. I tried to play it
off like I wasn't gawking at the guy, but I know he saw me looking at him.

I started to zone out and daydream about nothing in particular. The class
started to get loud, so Mr. Black assigned more work. "You may work in
partners with these assignments. Working in a group gives you different
perspectives on life and on science. That's why you'll be working in mostly
groups or duos. Don't be afraid to share opinions and theories. Much of
science comes from theories coupled with facts. That's the main thing I
want to focus on this year. I enjoy critical thinking and thinking outside
the box," Mr. Black said as he passed out the workbooks.

I opened my book and started to work on the assignment. After a few
minutes, I got stumped on a question. Something about carbon atoms and
chemical elements. I got frustrated, so I just put my pencil down and
started daydreaming again. Just then, he came over and sat at the desk in
front of me.

"Hey, you're the guy with the dog. Trace right?" His voice was so deep and
warm. Like chocolate.

"Ummm... Y-y-yeah. Sorry about her. She likes kids, but she's never
disobeyed me, and she's never been that overzealous." He sort of
chuckled. It was so cute!

"Do you need a partner? You looked like you were having trouble over here,
dude. I'm pretty good at Biology. I may help wipe that confused look off
your face," he said as he smirked at me.

"Ha! Whatever. I highly doubt it, Pretty boy." I said the last bit under my
breath.

"What was that?" He laughed, taking my book. "You think I'm pretty huh?"

"Shut up! You're so ugly, it hurts my eyes to look at you."

"So is that why you were staring me down a few minutes ago?"

I was so shocked! I faked a gasp and reached for the workbook. "Give me my
book back! Give it, give it now!" I couldn't help but get a little flushed
and slightly embarrassed. He finally relented and gave me the book so we
could start on our work. We continued to talk and joke around throughout
though. He even helped me with a couple of questions I didn't understand,
so he wasn't totally wrong about being good at biology. Mr. Black had to
tell Christian and I several times to settle down. All too soon, the bell
rang and it was on to the next class.

I caught up with Blair and Cam and we headed to our next class, Theater &
Production. This was the class I was most excited about this year. I'd been
in about 6 school productions so far, 3 of them being musicals, 3 straight
plays. Mr. Malik was my absolute favorite teacher. He was young and artsy,
around 26, very imaginative and creative. He didn't even want us calling
him his last name because he said his father was Mr. Bright. We walked into
the auditorium and sat at the front and idly talked, waiting for class to
begin. Soon enough the bell rang, and Mr. Malik sat at the edge of the
stage. He instructed the class to get onstage and spread out in a circle.

"This game is called The Emotional Party. I will be recording this so you
guys can see how your emotions transmit to camera, so I'd like a full
commitment. This is a theater class, after all. The scenario is that
there's a party host and guests. There's 22 of you, so I'll break it up
into 2 groups of 11, that way there's 10 guests and 1 host. The party host
enters the scene in a very neutral emotion, the party guest knocks or
enters with a detectable emotion. Once the host detects that emotion, they
catch that emotion and they begin to treat the guests with those
emotions. Once the first guest has entered, the participants can interact
with different people until they notice a change in the emotion, and then
they must adapt that emotion. The participants should not watch the new
guests for the emotional state, rather, they should let the emotion
"travel" to them as it will. To make things really tricky, two guests could
enter at the same time with different emotions. The participants will be
really wired after this game, so plan accordingly to use that energy. This
will be all improv style, so you guys form your groups and flip a coin for
the first go."


Naturally, Blair, Cam and I paired up along with 7 other kids we
knew. Ashley and Catherine were also kids we had known since freshman year,
a really cool and laid back guy named Nick, Lauren and Emily, and best
friends Harrison and Hunter. We decided that Harrison would be our
host. Harrison won the coin toss, so we were to go first. Mr. Malik went to
the center of the auditorium seats and set the camera up while all of us
headed to the stage. There was a table and chairs on the stage and a set of
plate-ware along with glasses to set the scene. Harrison pretended to make
busy in a neutral manner before the first guest arrived. Blair decided to
go first, so she skipped to the stage and in a sing-songy voice said
"Diiiiiing dooooong!"

Harrison welcomed her in and Blair kinda skipped around the table and
picked a seat. "Thank you for inviting me to this loooovely paaaaarty! I am
so pleased to be here! I hope everyone has a woooooooonderful time!" Of
course this was all done in a sing-songy manner.

"I'm glaaaaaaaaaad to have you, Ms!" Harrison mocked her and skipped around
to the other side. As he did so, Ashley stomped to the stage and said a
very angry "Knock! Knock!" very loudly. Harrison greeted her excitedly and
said a very sing-songy "Helloooooo!"

Ashley yelled with an aggressive "Out of my way, chump!" along with a
shove.

"Well welcome, doogie brain!" Harrison retorted just as aggressively as
Ashley.

"What do you have to DRINK in this crap hole?! I wanna get slugged."
Harrison picked up a plastic cup and slammed it on the table.

"We got some scotch, and gin, pin head. Now what else do ya want?"

Blair happily said "I'd like waaaaater please!" very sing-songy.

"I have pleeeeeeenty!" Harrison pretended to pour her a glass.

Catherine and I decided to go in together as a husband and wife. I wanted
to portray sadness while she wanted to portray happiness. We walked to the
stage arm in arm, I slouched my posture down a bit and looked to the
ground.

"Weeeeeeeelcome to my speeeeeecial partyyyyy!" Harrison echoed Blair once
again.

"Thank you for having us, I suppose." I said with a sigh and downturned
face.

"I'm very excited to be here! You have a lovely home," Catherine said to
him.

Harrison looked at the both of us and decided which emotion he would be
effected by.  He then turned his face down and sunk in his posture and said
sadly, "Have a seat, Mr. and Mrs. Gloom. I hope you find it fun." As he was
saying the fun, he softly lifted his hands and did a spirit finger motion.

Ashley then banged on the table and yelled "Who are these pea brains?! I
don't know them!"

"They're my FRIENDS, twerp! Whatcha gonna do about it?!" Harrison emoted
back to her. Just then, Hunter and Lauren decided to come in together, both
of them portraying fear. They both flinched at Harrison's angry greeting
and made whimpering sounds when he reached for their hands. Lauren actually
said "Please don't hurt me!" and quivered her lip. It was hilarious!

They sat down and Cameron burst on as a ball full of energy. He even picked
Harrison up! He was portraying excitement also. Instead of sitting in one
of the seats, he climbed on top of the tabled and yelled out an excited
WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO! It was comedy to watch! As he was sitting down,
Nick and Emily entered and they both pretended to be snobby and uppity.

"This place looks rather dirty, if I do say so myself." Nick said snootily.

"Yes, love. There should have been a maid to come and clean before the
party had commenced." Emily replied to Nick. "Here, host. Take my fur coat.
Be sure to place it properly! It's real, darling."

They both faked aristocratic like British accents, so Harrison faked one as
well. Mr. Malik mentioned now would be a good time for the guests to have
an affect on one another as well as the hosts. So it was Cameron who
decided to switch characters first, going with Emily's feminine British
royalty character, who in turn took on Cameron's wild man
persona. Catherine and I looked at each other, and suddenly I became more
happy and upbeat while she sank down and pretended to cry. Lauren and Blair
switched personalities and emotions, Blair becoming more frightened with
everything and jittery while Lauren adapted a sing-songy speech
pattern. Just then, Emily gave me a hug, passing on her wild like ways to
me. So I jumped on the table and did a quirky little dance number. I jumped
down and dragged Ashley out of her seat and we traded personae.

The switcharoo train went on for about 2 more minutes, everyone trading
emotions and personalities with each other until Mr. Malik told us that he
was very impressed. "I loved everyone's commitment to the task. Especially
you two, Cameron and Ashley. Definitely the standouts. Nick, Emily, Trace
and Catherine, I like the character development your characters
had. Harrison you were extremely good at switching emotions on the drop of
a dime. I was really impressed."

We all took our seats in the auditorium and waited for the next group to
go. Their group was really good as well. One of the characters was angry
and agressive, another was extremely goofy, laughing and giggling. The host
was quick to catch onto this. Another was nervous or scared, two were hippy
like. It was interesting to watch them interact with each other. Especially
after it got to the point where they all had to rub off on each other and
not just the host. Immediately after the second group was done, the bell
rang for lunch.

We walked to the cafeteria and once we looked at the line, we decided to
sit down first. It was way too crowded. Luckily, we had 45 minute
lunches. I kept on watching the cafe and looking around the room. Blair
noticed because she looked at me and gave me a knowing look. "Who are you
looking for, Trace? You're looking everywhere. What's his name?"

"Huh? I don't know what you're talking about..." I feigned ignorance.

"Mm. I'll find out sooner or later. I know you!" Blair said. Just then, her
cheer girls came over and sat with us, along with a couple of guys from the
football team. Blair really liked this one guy on the team, Derrek. I
couldn't stand him. He was from Texas so he was really religious and
homophobic. Derrek also happened to be best friends with Josh Beck, the guy
who Josh was having secret sexcapades with. If Derrek only knew... Just
then, Josh came to the table with his girlfriend Brittany, holding her
hand. I watched Cameron's face. He was clearly hurt, but he hid it well. I
could see it in his eyes. The killer was when Josh looked right at Cam the
moment he kissed Brittany on the lips. She giggled and twirled her hair. So
far gone. I kind of tuned out the conversation and grabbed Cam so we could
get food since the line was winding down.

"Dude, I don't know why you waste your time with that idiot," I said to
him, rubbing him on his back.

"I don't know either. I'm so stupid," he said, sighing. "Whatever. He's an
idiot. A stupid closeted idiot. UGH! I'm so mad. Why am I so mad, Trace?"

"You've caught feelings, Cam. It was bound to happen. You can definitely
find a guy who wants you and only you." Blair came up behind me and Cam.

"Cam, I saw what happened back there. Josh is a loser. I told you
that. I've been telling you." Blair said to him.

"I don't need your I told you so, okay B?" Cam retorted. He was getting
defensive.

"I didn't mean it that way, Cam. You know that," she said sympathetically.

"Whatever. I'm over it." Cam said plainly and went to pay for his
food. Blair and I did the same. I got a soy burger with cheese, fries, and
a bottle of water.

We walked back to our seats and continued to talk about random things. Out
of the corner of my eyes, I saw him. I was so happy he had my lunch
period. He looked kind of distracted, like he wasn't really paying any
attention to the girl that was talking to him. He just smiled and nodded
his head every now and then, but his eyes kept wandering off in odd
directions.  I turned my attention back towards our group. "Dudes, I'm
excited about the game this Friday. Everyone is gonna be there right? I
mean it is our last ECR vs. Bev Hills rivalry game." Derrek said. Blair was
nodding her head and looking all googly eyes at him. We all agreed that we
would go, and after that, it was time to go back to class. We took our
trays to the cleaner line and headed back to the auditorium. I looked for
Christian to say hi, but I didn't see him, so he must've gotten lost in the
crowd.

Once we were back in class, Mr. Malik told us that our group had won the
challenge so we had 50 extra points we could use on any test during the
semester. He also told us that we would build the set of whatever
production we chose as a class and we could choose to either be on stage
team or actually act in the play. It was mandatory to do either or, or else
we would fail the class. Fine by me. We also had a portfolio in which we
were to log our tasks down and grade ourselves and at the end of the week,
Mr. Malik would confirm the grade or adjust it. And with that, we were free
to talk for the rest of the class period.

"So what are you guys doing after school?" Blair asked the both of us.

"I don't know," I stated. "I don't really have anything planned."

"Me either," Cam echoed. He was really cold since lunch.

"You know the guys were talking about going to the beach later on, kind of
a back to school thing or whatever. I'm down for it if y'all are."

"Is Derrek the cause of this?" I said to Blair teasing her a little.

"Maybe, but that's besides the point. So are you guys in?" She had a
hopeful look in her eyes.

"Yeah. I'm in. Cameron is too. Right, Cam?" I said to him, knowing he was
still a bit bummed out and pissed off at Josh.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He said, kinda apathetically. After that, Blair and
I just talked more about her summer and what I did over the summer.  Soon
enough, the bell rang, so Blair headed to her class in the opposite
direction, while Cameron and I went to Economics. I could tell he was still
pissed about Josh, so I didn't even mention it, so instead, we just walked
in silence. I decided to sing his new favorite song to cheer him up.

"I want you to make me feel, like I'm the only guy in the world! Like I'm
the only one that you'll ever love. Like I'm the only one who knows your
heart! Only guy in the world. Like I'm the only guy that's in command! I'm
the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man. Only one in
the wooooooorrrrrrrrrld!" Cam laughed and started singing along with me, so
we had this big *** moment.

"Take me for a ride, ride. Trace, you make me high, high. Baby make it
thrust, thrust! Make it last all night!" He sang along, laughing while he
did it. We finally reached the classroom and took our seats near the
back. Ms. Turner was our teacher. She was yet another younger teacher in
her late 20's. She had us doing vocabulary words and a silly ass word
search. Cam finally opened up and started talking again, which was good. We
continued to talk about nothing in particular, just rambling to each other,
and soon enough the bell rang and we were heading to our last class of the
day, Contemporary Lifestyles, which we had with Blair. Our teacher was
Ms. Carey, a wild and free-spirited woman, w***eminded me of a hippie. She
was dressed in a short sleeve green top with colorful flowers all over it
and a long, flowy pink skirt and flip flops. She also had unruly long wavy
brown hair. Blair was already seated when Cam and I arrived so we sat with
her. We still had a few more minutes until the class started, so we talked
and giggled like normal. Just then, the bell rang, and as it was ringing,
Christian walked in. I was so excited! He took a seat near the back of the
room, not too far from us. Ms. Carey sat on top of her desk in the front of
the room and just looked at us for about a minute. There were only 16 kids
in this class, so it was pretty small compared to the rest of my
classes. She took a sip from her huge mug of coffee and lowered her purple
tinted glasses. She cleared her throat and started to speak. Her voice was
light and direct.

"It looks as if you guys have grouped together based upon friendships. I
can tell from your body language that you are all familiar with each
other. I'm going to break you out of that comfort zone. Split up. Now,
please." She said, still sitting atop of her desk. So we shifted around and
I ended up in the front, right next to Blair and Cameron again.

"Still not working, you three. Split up, please!" She had such a light and
sugary voice but it commanded authority. So finally, all three of us ended
up in different parts of the room. "There, that's better. I want you all to
look to your left, and look to your right. I'm going to switch you up until
all of you are familiar with each other. From my understanding, there's a
mix of 10th, 11th, and 12th graders in this class room. How many sophomores
do we have?" 6 people raised their hands. "And juniors?" This time, 5
people raised their hands. "So you 4 are the only seniors in this
class. Brilliant!" Of course, she was referring to Blair, Christian, Cam
and I. "This is contemporary living. We'll do away with books and written
assignments. We'll focus more on group discussions and talk about pros and
cons of society and living in a modern day world. Can anybody tell me what
culture is?"

Blair was the first to speak up. "Culture is how people live their
lives. How people behave, the normal things you do in every day life, how
you think and react to certain situations." She was beaming.

"That's such a textbook answer, Ms. Smarty pants. It's not wrong, but it's
very text book like. What's your name?" She asked Blair.

"Blair Fowler."

"Well Ms. Fowler, I want to expand your textbook definition of culture and
apply it to the real world. Culture can be your home life and family
dynamic, it can be about the charities you and your parents donate to, it
can be friendship based, it can even expand to technology and conveniences,
such as your precious cellphones and cars. How many of you think it's
normal to have a cellphone?" Every one in the class raised their hands. "20
years ago, in 1992, it was very uncommon, believe it or not, for everyone
to have a cell phone. That's culture evolving. Culture always evolves, and
when things evolve and continue to evolve, that's when it becomes
contemporary. Here, I have a cell phone to show you from 1992. It was my
old one! I was one of the cool teens," she said with a giggle.

She passed the phone around and let us look at it. "Pretty ugly huh?" We
all laughed at that. When it came around to me, it was a huge chunk of
plastic. It was dark gray and huge and it didn't even have a screen. And it
had an antennae. "How did you text on this?" I said jokingly.

"You didn't. You could only make calls. And those were very short calls if
I remember. Those bills were outrageous because we didn't have the
technology to handle non-landline phones. Now, texting and picture
messaging is all the norm! But back then, it was very uncommon to have a
cell phone. Here's another cell phone from 2002." She passed around another
one, and sat back on her desk. "Technology and culture and standard of
living is constantly evolving. 20 years ago, not many people had computers
in their homes. Now you have people with as many as 4 as the minimum for
computers. All of these are essential to our every day life. How many of
you know that you have biases and prejudices?" We all looked around the
room at each other and started laughing.

One guy laughed and said "I'm not prejudiced! I have plenty of black
friends."

"You may laugh now, but I saw it as soon as everyone entered the room. You
all grouped together with your friends or people you were familiar with. A
prejudice is a prejudgement. It's not just about race or minorities. I want
to take away those prejudgements with this class so you can understand one
another and understand the environment you live in. We all have personal
opinions and biases, but I want you to look past those opinions and gain an
understanding of people before you write someone off as wrong or a bad
person. Take Ms. Fowler for example. Just a few minutes ago, I told her
that she had a very text-book answer for me. I did that on purpose to show
you that we all think what we know is right, but in the reality of
everything, what's true to you may not be true to someone else. Facts and
opinions can be very blurred in some cases. It's a fact that you can
describe something based on a very dictionary answer, but it becomes tricky
when you take that dictionary meaning and apply it to real life
situations. That's where opinions come in. I want you to think about
something. It can be anything and you have to write this down. And after
you write whatever thought you have down, I want you to pass it two places
to the left and one place in front. Can you all follow those directions?
The people on the left end of the classroom, you can pass to the right."

I didn't know what to write down. So I thought for a minute and I got it. I
wrote down "My best friends are the glue that hold my life together, they
are more than friends they are my family especially since I don't have any
siblings." I folded the paper and sent it to my left. When a sheet landed
on my desk, I opened it and read it. It read as follows, "Beauty comes in
unexpected instances. Like the package that appears from nowhere with an
overzealous dog that jumps on your kid sister." I looked over at Christian
and I left my mouth open, staring at the phrase. I didn't know if it was
meant to land in my hands, but I was happy that it did. After a while, we
were told to read the notes out loud. Turns out that a sophomore got mine,
and it was the second one read. I could instantly pick out Blair's because
it was a quote about fashion. When it was my turn to read, I couldn't stop
smiling. I read the quote out loud and I looked at Christian, who was also
smiling. When our eyes connected, he winked at me. Just then, the bell rang
to dismiss us from school. I gathered my bags and waited for Blair and Cam
so we could walk out to our cars. Just then, I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned around and I was staring into Christian's bright hazel
eyes. "I knew you would get it. That's why I wrote it," he said confidently
and walked off.