I walked to school that morning, passing the blossoming cherry trees, passing the pond, passing the rows and rows of beautiful white roses. White roses were always a favorite of mine, so each day I picked one by one each day. It seemed that Annabelle, was going to catch up with me later. She probably felt like sleeping in today.
At last I made it to the school. It was big, not really that old, with long hallways and walkways outside so the big fountain. I walked passed the giggling girls in their uniforms, the talking teachers, and went straight down the longest hallway in the school. The many lockers started disappearing, and the musty floor, turned into shining white tiles. The small windows turned into big, beautiful, clear ones. I was turning to the next hallway, where I was supposed to meet Itachima.
Itachima was fifteen, tall, slender, the perfect person. He never acted like it though. The first time I met him in 7th grade, when I was introduced to him, he just looked at me and smirked. He didn’t like me until he saw what a b***h I was. Then we became the best of friends. I saw him waiting for me.
“Hey, how was your summer?” Itachima asked me.
“Boring as ********
” I said, rolling my eyes, “I should’ve made plans with you and the guys, it would’ve been so much better.”
“My summer wasn’t so great either. My dad was being such an a*****e. And my brothers came over, which was also annoying, and my aunt came, but she left after about a week,” he said, sighing, as we turned another corner.
“That reminds me. Guess who’s coming to the ball?”
“Who?”
“My grandmother,” I said.
“Ugh, seriously? At the Ball? She’s probably going to ruin the whole thing.”
“Yup,” I said, as we came to two large doors. We pushed them open.
Inside were the rest of the guys. Mayumichi and Sochi were sitting down on the couch, half asleep, Tasin and Chasamin breaking something in the other room, and Amirochi, waiting for me to come into the room, before planting a kiss on my lips.
“Hi Rochi,” I said hugging him.
“Hey. I heard your grandmother is coming to the ball,” he said, smirking.
“You think that funny, huh?” I said, pinching him before kissing him.
“No, I think its bull,” he said, wincing.
“Oh yeah, before I forget, what the hell am I doing here anyways?” I said, pulling away from him.
“We all made some high group s**t thing, and were supposed to be skipped up two grades. But since the 11th and 12th grade classes are filled, we get to sit in here and do something “creative” till the end of next school year,” he said.
“Are we supposed to be glad about that?” I asked.
“******** yeah! But we have to get past the ball and your grandmother first,” he said, grimacing at the thought.
