Teenagers

The only thing that I really look forward in my school is my first hour class. Creative Writing. To me it feels like the only class where I can just be me for once. It also helps me write down my thoughts on a piece of paper and to actually see what I'm thinking. My teacher always told me thy writing down my thoughts is always a good idea and that it's a great start to writing a wonderful story that has meaning behind it. That's probably the only thing that I remember a teacher actually saying to me.

I got to my class early and there was about 10 minutes left until class actually started. I rested my head on my arms as I tried to take a little nap in those 10 minutes I had to spare. But that didn't last very long. Mr. Roberts walked over to my desk and lightly tapped me on my shoulder to wake me up. I lifted my head up and looked at him rubbing my eyes.

"Umm...do you need something?" I asked him as I try to get my eyes to focus.

"Haha. Good morning Gerard! I just came over to come talk to you before class started."

"Ok..." I said with a confused look on my face.

"Your recent paper that we turned in on Friday. Well I read it and-" at that point I cut him off.

"Let me guess. You couldn't read any more of it because it was absolutely horrible and was a complete waste of your time?" I said playing with my thumbs as I looked down at my desk.

"No. Not at all! I was actually very amused with it. Wonderful use of words."

"Thanks, I guess."

"No problem! It's always a good thing to get compliments from an expert."

"Yea I guess so."

"The main reason why I came over to talk to you was I was really impressed with your story. I think we should talk about maybe publishing the book." he said with a smirk.

My eye kind of shot open. I mean I worked really hard on my story. Even though I spent hours and hours on it, I didn't think it was that good. But for Me. Roberts to say he wants to help me get it published is amazing. I don't even know what to say about the offer.

"A...are you serious? You want to publish my story?"

"Why yes I do. I think it would take you a long way."

"Well, I'll think about it. I"ll have to talk to my mom about it."

"Ok. Well let me know when you make up your mind."

"Of course."

Wow. I can't believe that Mr. Roberts wants to publish my story. I didn't even think that it was that great. At this moment I pull out my phone to send a text to my mom.

To Mom: "Hey mom. I have something to talk to you about when I get home from school. Will you be home?"

From Mom: "Ok. And yes I will sweetie."

To Mom: "Ok. Love you."

From Mom: "Love you too! :)"

I put my phone away and looked at the clock. There was about 3 more minuets until class started. I pulled out my notebook and grabbed a pencil from the front pocket of my backpack and started randomly doodling on a clean page.

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Class is finally almost over. Even though I like this class I just want this day to be over. I just want to go home and sit in my room and continue my Walking Dead Marathon. Stupid, I know.
The bell finally rang and the halls quickly filled up with people eager to get their next class. I walked over to my locker, put my combination in and set my books inside and grabbed for my next class textbook. When I closed my locker I found Ray standing on the other side of it.

"Hey there," Ray said with a smile on his face.

"Hi."

"So what dis Mr. Roberts have to say to you?"

"How did you know that he talked to me?"

"I saw him at you desk when I walked by this morning."

"Oh. He just told me that he loved my story that we turned in on friday and that he wants to publish it."

"Really? That's amazing Gerard! What did you say?"

"I told him that I would think about it."

"Why would you even need to think about it?"

"Because I don't know if I want to. I'm going to talk to my mom about it when I get home and see what she has to say about it."

"Ah ok. But we both should start heading to class before we're late."

"Yea we should." I said as I forced a laugh from under my breath.

I saw him run down the hall because the hall because he was going to be late. My class was right in front of me so I didn't really have to go far. I managed to make it through the door right as the bell rang. All eyes were on me. I just headed to my seat in the back of the room ignoring everyone else.

Notes

Kinda a short one guys.. :P