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Vanbert High

Summary:
This is a random story but it will soon get interesting:) i hope you enjoy it!


Notes:


1. Girls, Goths, and Notes in Art Class

Rating 5/5   Word Count 792   Review this Chapter

She stood up and walked over to the fountain where he sat. "Hey." She said awkwardly waving her hand. He looked up at her.

"Hey."

"Is anyone sitting here?" she asked, pointing to a spot right next to him.

"No." he shook his head. She sat down right next to him. "Why did you come over here anyway?" he asked her.

"Because you looked lonely, so I just decided to come hang out by you." She stated.

"Oh." He looked down again, his black bangs swinging into his gray eyes. "Your kind of people don't hang out with my type of people, you know." He warned her.

"So, who cares what they think." She told him.

"But they'll laugh at you." He pointed out.

"Like I give a care." She replied.

"Oh." Was the best thing he could think of. He looked at her. She smiled at him her orange hair shining in the sun. Her eyes were a bright green-blue and she had this bubbly charm.

"So, what's your name? I'm Ally!" she said.

"Oh, umm I'm Charlie." He replied. He wondered why she was doing this. He could tell she was a new girl, but no one in there right mind would hang out with him. It could wreck her popularity. It must be a dare of some sort, some kind of prank or joke from some of the populars. He better watch out around this girl.

"Ok, Hi Charlie! So what classes do you have?" she asked.

"Umm, I don't know." He replied. The truth was he usually skipped his classes except for art. That was his favorite and best class.

"Oh well I was hoping you could help me figure out my schedule." She said handing it to him. Well actually more like shoving it at him.

"Umm ok?" he asked more then replied. "Well it looks like you have art, science, algebra, and lunch." He took out his schedule. He had art, science, math, and lunch at the same time as her. Except she was in algebra, he was still in math.

"Hey since I'm new, do you think you could show me around? I'm not exactly the most coordinated person." She blushed.

"Uh, sure." He said just as the bell rang. Umm well art is this way." He walked with her to the door.

"So how long have you been going to Vanbert School?" she asked him.

"Since second grade." He replied.

"Second grade? Wow! I've never been in a school system that long!" she exclaimed.

"Really?" he asked her. Well he knew it was too good to be true. If she was constantly moving around then he probably wouldn't get to know her well-not that he wanted to. She nodded her head. They walked up to the art room. "Here we are." He said holding the door open for her. They walked in quietly. The teacher, Mrs.Wesderful, had just started talking.

"Welcome to art class! Please take a seat. Remember, you can sit wherever you want each day, but you have to follow the rules or you'll find yourself sitting in a corner." She stated. "Now let's start by drawing in our sketch-books." She took a seat at her desk and turned on some music.

"sssspttt!" came a whisper. Charlie ignored it. "ssssssspttt!" came the whisper again, though more urgent. He looked around. It was Ally, sitting across from him.

"What?" he asked. Ally took a piece of paper and threw it at him. He unfolded it. It said: Dear Charlie,

Would you like to hang out with me after school? My parents don't care if I have anyone over or not. I have a big yard and we could work on our homework...or not :) write back!

Your Friend (Hopefully),

Ally

He took a sheet of paper and quickly scribbled down:

Umm sure. Where do you live? Or do I just go home on the bus with you?

He crumpled it up and threw it at her. She read it quickly.

"I walk home. You can just walk with me if you want." She whispered.

Charlie just nodded. Wow he was actually going to her house. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as bad as he thought, but it could still be a trick. He would still have to keep his guard up. Still, he couldn't help but smile at the thought that he would actually be hanging out with her after school. The first day of school wasn't so bad for once. And for once he might actually have made a friend.