Courtney's POV: I HATE freshman year! It SUCKS! All the guys always staring at your ass, asking for your number and checking you out from head to foot, it's disgusting.
I'm super uptight, so I know for a fact I won't allow myself to get into any sexual mishaps. I've never had my first halik or a boyfriend in my life, and that's how I intend on it being until I finish college.
Boys can go screw themselves, my education is waaaaaaay madami important to me.
"Courtney Anabelle Smith!!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Yes, mother?" I sinabi back, rolling my eyes with a "here we go AGAIN" attitude.
"Bus is here! Do you want me to drive you so you can stand out?!"
I widened my eyes in fear, dashed to lambanog my bag over my shoulder, and I sprinted down the stairs.
I didn't hesitate to grab a few dollars for lunch on my way out, and I ran toward the long yellow bus, sitting patiently outside my house. As soon as I stepped on, my entire ego changed.
Teens screamed and argued like deranged animals. A few were pushing and shoving each other in the back, starting a fight. A few guys and girls were sitting together, making out. Ugh, I made a face at that.
Ew, making out. Such a revolting activity. I've never involved myself in any form of lip contact whatsoever, because it is just downright vile and intolerant and repulsive.
I blinked twice, getting out of my daze, and stepped into the aisle, found a two-seater, placed my bag near the window, and sat down as the bus pulled away.
I shifted my bag down onto the floor and leaned my head against the window as the roaring teens grew louder and louder. I wanted to scream for them to stop and shut up, but I also didn't want to get into a scrap, so I kept quiet.
After about ten minutes, the bus pulled into a bus lot, the doors swung open, and i grabbed my bag and headed into the enourmous four-story high school.
Duncan's POV: Man, high school is a bitch! Girls always checking you out and asking for halik or dates and touching you, it's so weird. Like, I know I'm a womanizer and all, and I pag-ibig the feeling of halik a girl, but seriously, a lot of these girls are horny pervs, like their paborito activity is watching porn.
I walked to my assigned homeroom, and as soon as I entered, I laughed. I thought there was no way this was serious. The room was full of gays! About ten guys were walking back and forth like fru-frus, girls busy checking out the guys' asses, and a lot of people were in the back of the room having lip sex.
Yes, making out is one of the many things I love, but when people just get whore-y with it, it's so disgusting.
I wasn't even in the room for a mere five minutes, when the first period kampanilya rang.
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Courtney's POV: After first period, I had gym, so I followed my schedule and found the girls' locker room. I walked into the locker room with a pair of white sneakers, a white tight tee shirt, and blue shorts.
I made a face and groaned at the outfit my mom picked out for me. What, does she WANT me to lose my virginity? I swore on never touching a guy even the slightest until after college.
I sighed and found a locker, shoving my bag into it, and unstrapping my wedges.
Girls poured into the locker room, but one came up to me, which shocked me.
"Hey," she smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. She had pale skin, the color of Irish cream, hazel eyes, and long pale blonde hair in a side-ponytail that hung over her cleavage.
"Hey," I smiled back and finished getting changed.
"I'm Bridgette." She said.
"I'm Courtney."
"Oh, don't we have like, four classes together?"
"Uh, five, I think."
WE both giggled and once she finished changing, we walked out of the locker room, a woman blowing her whistle immediately after we entered the gymnasium. Bridge and I ran to a black tape line as everyone else was.
"Ok, I am Mrs. Peters, the ninth grade gym teacher." She had long black hair and tanned skin. "Now, I need the guys to line up on the black line" which no guys moved "and the girls to line up on the red line." She blew her whistle again, and I darted to a spot on the red tape line oppositely facing the black.
Bridgette was one person away from me, which I was dreading a bit because I wanted her standing with me, but oh well.
Mrs. Peters went down the girl line saying "1, 2, 1, 2" to each of them and so on. Finally, she gave me a "1" and Bridgette a "1", and I realized we were on the same team.
We hugged each othe rand sqealed a bit as we joined the other red teammates.
"Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her for some weird reason.
"Uh, yea, I'm dating Geoffrey Stevens."
"Oh."
"Do you have one?"
"No. Never have."
Bridgette gasped.
"What?"
"I know the PERFECT guy for you!" She gushed.
"Huh?"
She turned me a bit and pointed - to a black-and-green-haired teen walking towards the red team. He had black hair and a green mohawk, piercings, and dazzling baby blue eyes. Hehehe....wait....DAZZLING?!
Ugh, STOP IT, Courtney! Stop thinking about those hypnotizing eyes!
"Uh...no." I sinabi emotionless. Yet, the teen standed susunod to me and whispered in my ear, "Feeling sheepish, Princess?"
I'm super uptight, so I know for a fact I won't allow myself to get into any sexual mishaps. I've never had my first halik or a boyfriend in my life, and that's how I intend on it being until I finish college.
Boys can go screw themselves, my education is waaaaaaay madami important to me.
"Courtney Anabelle Smith!!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Yes, mother?" I sinabi back, rolling my eyes with a "here we go AGAIN" attitude.
"Bus is here! Do you want me to drive you so you can stand out?!"
I widened my eyes in fear, dashed to lambanog my bag over my shoulder, and I sprinted down the stairs.
I didn't hesitate to grab a few dollars for lunch on my way out, and I ran toward the long yellow bus, sitting patiently outside my house. As soon as I stepped on, my entire ego changed.
Teens screamed and argued like deranged animals. A few were pushing and shoving each other in the back, starting a fight. A few guys and girls were sitting together, making out. Ugh, I made a face at that.
Ew, making out. Such a revolting activity. I've never involved myself in any form of lip contact whatsoever, because it is just downright vile and intolerant and repulsive.
I blinked twice, getting out of my daze, and stepped into the aisle, found a two-seater, placed my bag near the window, and sat down as the bus pulled away.
I shifted my bag down onto the floor and leaned my head against the window as the roaring teens grew louder and louder. I wanted to scream for them to stop and shut up, but I also didn't want to get into a scrap, so I kept quiet.
After about ten minutes, the bus pulled into a bus lot, the doors swung open, and i grabbed my bag and headed into the enourmous four-story high school.
Duncan's POV: Man, high school is a bitch! Girls always checking you out and asking for halik or dates and touching you, it's so weird. Like, I know I'm a womanizer and all, and I pag-ibig the feeling of halik a girl, but seriously, a lot of these girls are horny pervs, like their paborito activity is watching porn.
I walked to my assigned homeroom, and as soon as I entered, I laughed. I thought there was no way this was serious. The room was full of gays! About ten guys were walking back and forth like fru-frus, girls busy checking out the guys' asses, and a lot of people were in the back of the room having lip sex.
Yes, making out is one of the many things I love, but when people just get whore-y with it, it's so disgusting.
I wasn't even in the room for a mere five minutes, when the first period kampanilya rang.
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Courtney's POV: After first period, I had gym, so I followed my schedule and found the girls' locker room. I walked into the locker room with a pair of white sneakers, a white tight tee shirt, and blue shorts.
I made a face and groaned at the outfit my mom picked out for me. What, does she WANT me to lose my virginity? I swore on never touching a guy even the slightest until after college.
I sighed and found a locker, shoving my bag into it, and unstrapping my wedges.
Girls poured into the locker room, but one came up to me, which shocked me.
"Hey," she smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. She had pale skin, the color of Irish cream, hazel eyes, and long pale blonde hair in a side-ponytail that hung over her cleavage.
"Hey," I smiled back and finished getting changed.
"I'm Bridgette." She said.
"I'm Courtney."
"Oh, don't we have like, four classes together?"
"Uh, five, I think."
WE both giggled and once she finished changing, we walked out of the locker room, a woman blowing her whistle immediately after we entered the gymnasium. Bridge and I ran to a black tape line as everyone else was.
"Ok, I am Mrs. Peters, the ninth grade gym teacher." She had long black hair and tanned skin. "Now, I need the guys to line up on the black line" which no guys moved "and the girls to line up on the red line." She blew her whistle again, and I darted to a spot on the red tape line oppositely facing the black.
Bridgette was one person away from me, which I was dreading a bit because I wanted her standing with me, but oh well.
Mrs. Peters went down the girl line saying "1, 2, 1, 2" to each of them and so on. Finally, she gave me a "1" and Bridgette a "1", and I realized we were on the same team.
We hugged each othe rand sqealed a bit as we joined the other red teammates.
"Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her for some weird reason.
"Uh, yea, I'm dating Geoffrey Stevens."
"Oh."
"Do you have one?"
"No. Never have."
Bridgette gasped.
"What?"
"I know the PERFECT guy for you!" She gushed.
"Huh?"
She turned me a bit and pointed - to a black-and-green-haired teen walking towards the red team. He had black hair and a green mohawk, piercings, and dazzling baby blue eyes. Hehehe....wait....DAZZLING?!
Ugh, STOP IT, Courtney! Stop thinking about those hypnotizing eyes!
"Uh...no." I sinabi emotionless. Yet, the teen standed susunod to me and whispered in my ear, "Feeling sheepish, Princess?"
Gwen:
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least popular again.
“Gwen Manson are you listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently you aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least popular again.
“Gwen Manson are you listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently you aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
HEATHER POV: Ugh! Where that blond bimbo got 2? "There you are!" i smiled sweetly as linds & the newby came ova.
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i sinabi nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, you guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i sinabi nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, you guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..
HEATHER'S POV: Uh, another BORING araw of school. I walked to the main door with my BFF, the dumb, pretty blonde, Lindsay. "Who is that?!" she asked me, "How the hell am i meant 2 know? Go and ask HER!"
COURTNEY'S POV: I cant believe how scary this school is. I, i know im the "new" girl and everything but..."Who are u?" a blonde came running ova 2 me, shouting. "Im courtney," i introduced myself "the new girl", "ok, bye" she ran off.
HEATHER'S POV: "She's Courtney, a TOTALLY new girl" lindsay sinabi
TBC...
COURTNEY'S POV: I cant believe how scary this school is. I, i know im the "new" girl and everything but..."Who are u?" a blonde came running ova 2 me, shouting. "Im courtney," i introduced myself "the new girl", "ok, bye" she ran off.
HEATHER'S POV: "She's Courtney, a TOTALLY new girl" lindsay sinabi
TBC...
nelly:rule 1 each week 1 of the contestents from the cast will get pampered at their fake wedding with their lovebird yep rule 2 every1 gets a part of a wedding thing and the team that wins will get something speical with their lovebird rule 3 last of all the thing that u get asigned 2 is going 2 get graded any tanong first wedding is 4 raynie
raynie:yay i'm the 1 person
nelly:lets throw in a suprise oh gordon
raynie:gordon is here?
nelly:yep
raynie:ehhhhhhhh
gordon:raynie is that u?
raynie:u bet its me