School Cp. 21
It was friday morning, as I got up from bed. I pulled away the curtains, the sun shined right into my almost closed eyes. I rubbed my eyes, opened the window, and got in some clothes.
A white t-shirt covered my torso, and I wore one of my many black denim pants.
Brushed my teeth, and hair to put it in a loose ponytail.
Quickly I gathered all of my school stuff, and wallet in my backpack.
Alayna had begged me to go shopping. The grand school ball date was set to 18th May. Which was in two months, and neither me or Alayna had found a gown yet.
Luckily we had been saving money for months now, and today was the big shopping day.
We would go to the mall directly after school, and go through all the good stores.
But first was school.
The door to the classroom opened, and I followed the stream of people inside, and got to my seat.
A few minutes passed before everyone had sat down. Including the teacher.
Now I had 1,5 hours of math in front of me. He talked about algebra, but I didn't listen, I already knew.
I placed my elbow on the table, and rested my head in my hands.
Slowly I could feel my eyelids get heavy, and my head was tilting to the side.
If it wasn't for someone poking me on my back, and disturbing my sleep. I would have fallen asleep.
I turned my head, and saw Jamal Maraan staring at me.
I lip-synched, "what,"
He passed me a folded piece of paper, and a pencil. I opened the note, and saw the 4 letters, and question mark that I had been fearing.
My father would love this, he has a good friend of Jamal's father. The Maraan family is wealthy, indian and have a lot of powerful friends. If I had to choose I would say no to him, but since I'm way to good a person, I can't do that.
I took the few inches pencil in my hand, and started to write my answer beneath his question.
I faked a smile, and turned my head towards the blackboard to pretend that I'm listening to the teacher.
The time passed by, and I grabbed my school bag, and headed to the cafeteria. Alayna waved me over to a table, and I sat in front of her. She had already gotten me the so called 'lunch'.
The cafeteria was large, and filled with people, and chittering. Alayna drank her orangejuice, and I mine.
I broke the silence with todays news.
"Jamal asked me to the ball." I looked down at my lunch and continued to eat like if it was nothing.
"What!" She said very loudly with a great enthusiasm. A few heads turned to look at us. I schussed at her, and lowered my eyebrows.
"Sorry, but thats good news. Oh my god! you're going to the prom with Jamal. If you said yes of course." Her voice was lowered, but it was still high pitched. Only for a moment, it changed quickly to more darkened.
She stood up, and stared down at me.
"Tell. Me. That. You. Said. Yes!" Her eyes didn't blink. Not once. She repeated the same sentence the same way three times before I stopped her.
"Yes. Yes I said yes. Sort of" I say, and chuckle a little.
"Sort of?" She bursts o
"Yeah, sort of. I said sure. Just sit down" I requested, and she did.
"Did you 'sure' Jamal Maraan? You can't just 'sure' Jamal Maraan!" She was back to the high pitched voice, that she loves so much.
"Yeah. But I did," I smirk, and takes a bite of my apple.
"You're such a rebel, Lucky,"