A/N: Ok, here it is after forever. I hope that you like it!
Chapter 2: 19, 27, 32
2805, 2806, 2807, 2808, no, wait, my locker is 2807. Jeez, what is wrong with me today? Shoot! What’s my locker combination? Oh, uh, yeah. 19, 27, 32. Is it 19 to the left or the right? Right, right yes. Once or three times? If 19 is to the right, then 27 is to the left. So, that means that 32 is to the right. Yes! Good job, Candini! As soon as I got my locker open, I saw Luna bursting down the hall towards me, long, wavy, brown locks flowing freely behind her. How can she be so happy in the morning? “Ahhh!” she squealed. “Spill!” “Spill what?” I asked, confused while reaching for my algebra book. “I heard something about a certain two people, or maybe three people, I don’t really know which. Huh. Oh well. Some people on bus number four said that…..” she replied, slightly annoyed that I had no real idea what she was talking about. “It was nothing,” I cut her off. “Then how come Sydney just broke up with Tyson?” she asked as a smile crept over her face. “WHAT?!” I exclaimed, dropping my overweight algebra book on Luna’s foot causing her to frown. Darn it! I missed foot. I HAVE to find a way to see if this is a dream or not. Like I said, Tyson only sits next to me in my dreams! Now his girlfriend of three months is breaking up with him? What is this world coming to? Definitely a dream! AHA! My history book! Perfect! Right there, three, two, one! YOUCH! YES! It’s not a DREAM! This may be a bad thing. “Ouch! Yeah, Sydney and Tyson just broke up. Sydney is a mess, even though she was the one that wanted to break up in the first place. Huh. Funny isn’t-“ *Ring!* The bell cut her off. We both panicked as we ran to Mr. Joseph’s advanced algebra class, even though everyone knows that his students are more advanced in algebra than he is. He can only teach because he found some answer key thing in college for every assignment. Answer keys are everything to him. Anyway. We both knew, as well as every other student, that arriving to his class a few minutes late would not mean a thing. All that matters to him is that you were in his class before the five minute tardy bell rang, paid attention (or at least pretended to) in class, and did your homework. Oh, and that you don’t touch his answer keys and don’t tell any other teachers or staff members his secret. We took our seats right as the five minute tardy bell rang, causing Mr. Joseph to wake up. “Good morning class I hope you all enjoyed your weekend.” Mr. Joseph mumbled, sending doughnut crumbs and powdered sugar flying every where. The desks by where he usually would stand and talk and “teach” were always called May flowers because they always got showered. Sadly, I was a May flower today. “Please take out your polygon review packets. You should have completed pages nineteen through twenty-four over the weekend.” The class drug on and on. It was super hard for me to concentrate. Especially because I was being stood right next to the entire class and given an extra shower that I don’t need. Why did they break up? Was it because of me? Did Tyson like me for five minutes? Was Sydney JEALOUS of me? Is Sydney worried that Tyson would BREAK UP WITH HER to go out with ME? No, no, that’s not it. Or could it be? Jeez! Men are so complicated. And they think WE are confusing! “Uh, Miss Joanez. What is the volume of Figure B and how can it be found?” Mr. Joseph asked, bring me back to class, not to mention Earth. Probably this galaxy, too. “Oh, uh, the volume of Figure B is, um……well, it can be found by…..” I said, trying to flip to the right page quick enough to look like I had been paying attention for the past 55 minutes. RING! Yes! Saved by the bell! “Miss Joanez, I want your answer tomorrow at the beginning of class. Your homework is to complete pages twenty-five through thirty-one in your polygon review packet, everyone. Extra credit pages are due tomorrow also, if you wish to complete those in addition to help your grade or for just extra practice. Your test will be Thursday. Remember that. Now be gone!” Mr. Joseph said, making his way back to his desk chair and box of doughnuts. Yes! Literature class! My favorite class and my favorite teacher, Miss Heatheredly. Miss H. knew how to take everything to the next level to make things enjoyable, easy, and super fun. When we were reading Romeo and Juliet, she dressed as Juliet every day. And the last day that we were reading the story, her boyfriend Timothy came in as Romeo and proposed after reciting the end of the play were Romeo thinks that Juliet is dead, so he kills himself. It was so romantic! Then, on the way to class, I stopped suddenly. “Can, what’s wrong?” Luna asked, using my nickname from as long as we could remember. “Do you remember who is in our next class?” “Of course, there’s Vicky, and Bethany, and Sydney, and Tyson and OMIGOSH!” “Yeah. Luna, I leave everything in my possession to you. GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!” I said. “Can, calm down. It is going to be okay. I will be right there the entire time. Don’t worry. Just snap three times if you need me, okay?” “Okay.” I replied, still kind of shaky. “Thanks. You are the best Luna.” “I know.” she said, fluffing her hair with a phony smile. This sent us both into a fit of giggles. We tried to stop, but neither of us could keep a straight face. We walked into our literature class, still laughing until we saw what was written on the board. I dropper my books on Luna’s foot yet again. She yelped with pain and grabbed her foot, wobbling. “PARTNER PROJECTS” Uh-oh. This CANNOT be good. A/N: I hope you liked it!! Please review!! You know you want to!! Chapter 3 soon, I hope! Thanks!! XOXO~Emily