"It's okay... the ice will help the burning sensation," my mom says soothingly.
"I... I told you that boy was no good," I say to my mom.
"He isn't Adelaide... I can't believe we had to get this far to trust you. I am so sorry," My mom explains.
"It's okay, will I still be in that math class?" I ask.
"Yes, you deserve it," my mom replies.
"Hopefully this handprint will disappear before school tomorrow," I say.
"If not there's always makeup," my mom says excitedly.
"Yes mom, if it's still there you can do my makeup," I say sighing. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves me in my room. I open my computer and log onto Twitter. I have another DM from Michael and I open it.
"I'm not sorry."
I walk into the math classroom; sitting far away from Michael. A boy with blonde hair sits next to me and gives me a smile. His hair is shaped into a fringe and he has bright green fluorescent glasses on top of his head. I giggle and the glasses and look back down.
"I like your shirt," he shyly says.
"Thanks, I don't think anyone has told me that before," I say.
"Really? I know another boy that might have the same music taste as you," he replies.
"Do you take the bus?" I ask.
"Number four, how about you?" He asks.
"Do you want to sit next to each other? You can meet me in the last seat on the left," I suggest.
"Will do," he replies with a smile.
"Why haven't I seen you around before?" He questions.
"I'm in 9th grade," I reply.
"Really? Wouldn't have guessed," he says shocked.
"Luke," he says.
"Adelaide," I reply with a smile.
'I've finally made a friend.' I think to myself.