High school, or something like it.

 As I was walking into the doors of Colonial Heights High School, I could aready tell this was going to be one hell of a ride for me. I haven't seen Colonial Heights since I was 17. Now 300 years later, I am here as if nothing had ever happened.

 

                                   As I walked down the halls to locker 774, I saw a beauty with emerald green eyes, and hair the color of charcoal. She was beautiful,and quite frankly, gothic. I could tell by the way she'd laughed, that wasn't her usual get-up. She looked as though, all her friends had gaven her rufees and then put her clothes and make up on. I walked past, trying to ignore the painful sensation in my head, as though it was a new sense. I igored it and walked on.

 

                               I was in my first class, A.P Calculus, when the girl walked in and took the seat right next to me. She had asked if the seat was already taken, but she had already sat down and had her book open, so there would be no point in telling her to fnd a different seat. I was on my 17th problem, when she decided to introduce herself." Hi. My name is Isabelle. Belle for short.'' I replied," Nice to meet you", then returned to my studies. Apparently she didn't get the message, and continued on," Whats your name?" I said,''Demtrius.'' Then the bell rang and I practically ran for the door. For some odd reason, I had not the least bit of nerve to speak with her. 

 

                                As I was jogging a 4 mile jog ahead of  most of the kids in my grade, I decided to look over, only to find her running next to me. She said," nice t finally meet someone of my standards. You should join track!" she said, then raced off ahead of me. 

 

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