Page 124 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

In Literacy class, I could hear my friends talking at the back—and
it was about boys. But they said they hated boys. Especially when it

came to crushes, they wouldn’t even insist. I really wanted to get out of

there because the noise was distracting me.
I didn’t want to tell on them, but… there was no choice. Either I

listened to them talk about something they said they hated, or I told the
teacher and moved somewhere else so I could focus and understand the

lesson.
So I raised my hand and said, “Um, Miss Chino?”

“Yes?” She paused at the board.

“I’m getting distracted by the noise at the back. Can I please move
somewhere else?”

“Why, sure! Sit beside Mark, please.”

I was pleased that there was no noise where I was sitting now, but
the girls were looking at me like I hated them for talking.

In the next class, Biology, I was sitting beside the same boy from
the first period. It seemed he was actually the new kid in our

homeroom. And he didn’t look or act bad, unlike the other guys, who I
should really call little kids, because their whole title and personality

were just childish.

He looked at me and said, “Hey.”
“Hi,” I said back.

“I’m Mark.”
“I know. I was sitting beside you in the first class,” I chuckled

softly.

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