Chapter 1

10:00 and we’re taking our math test at school. I’m stuck on one. We’re doing pie and decimals. I hate pie and decimals. It’s annoying and frustrating and hard. I wish I could just finish this test in the next two seconds. And I would get an A. I need an A. So far, I have all A’s and one B+ in Math. My mom said, if I get a 4.0 average this year, she’ll take me and a friend to Tokyo. Great deal! Of course, I would bring my BEST friend, Alice. But, I have a clingy boyfriend. His name is Chad. He wants me to go everywhere with him. And he wants me to bring him everywhere with me. I’m thinking of breaking up with him. First, he is too clingy. Second, there is no spark. None what so ever. But, I don’t want to break up with him because I’ve been getting a lot attention. The popular girls are starting to notice me. But, I have to say, it’s been a tad annoying, doing nothing but shopping. I’m broke now, because they say every time you go to the mall, you have to buy something. My room is overfilling with trinkets and stuff I don’t need. The only things that I got that I needed was a new bedspread, a TOSHIBA laptop, and a mini sofa. Well, I didn’t need the mini sofa, but I thought it would tie my room together. I’m not much of a glittery, sparkly, jewelry kind of girl. I’m planning on giving this stuff to a family I’ve been secretly helping out. I’ve been giving them $10 every month for five years. So far, that’s $600 I’ve given them. I think some other people are helping because I heard they got an apartment. So, that gives me the idea. The people who I’m helping are the Thompsons. The Thompsons are some of the nicest people in the entire world. The Thompsons’s daughter, Kelsey, is so sweet. She is one of my best friends. Equal to Alice. Even though, she’s younger than me, it feels like I’m hanging out with myself. We have the same likes and dislikes. We’re both going to a lock – in on Friday. We both play basket ball and our coach e – mailed us telling us there would be a lock – in at the gym on Friday. So, we made plans to go together.

“Lexie, please turn in your test.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Seriously, did I take that long? Thankfully, I was on the last question, 119.05867 divided by 5.788. Shoot, if I was on the last question, that means I probably put a bunch of random numbers down. I’m gonna be in so much trouble. My mother hates it when I get a B. She reacts like a normal person would when they see there chiled get an F. Yea, that’s how bad. It goes something like this:

“LEXIE RENE! YOU GOT A B ON YOUR TEST! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! YOU ARE AN A+ STUDENT! ABOVE AVERAGE! I PROMISE YOU—“

“Mom! PLEASE! It is a B! My grade will stay the same on my report card. Besides, I always make it up with an A. You know that. Why do you get so mad with a grade that is good?!”

“Because, Lexie! You had a whole week to study, and you get a B!”

“It is a B, mom! Chill out! Normal parents don’t react like this when their child gets a B. Because it’s a good grade!”

“STOP TALKING BACK TO ME!”

“I’M NOT!!!”

Then this is the part where dad comes in to tell mother to calm down. Then he works his magic and somehow, we make up. That’s basicly what happens.

“Lexie,” someone whispered.

“Lexie”

“Lexie”

I looked over. It was Chad. He threw a crumbled piece of paper at me. It was a letter. I opened it up and read it carefully. I had to because he didn’t have the best handwriting. It said:

Hi Lexie. How are you doing? I’m soooo bord. Math sucks. That test was so hard. I pro probb probably did horrible. Like an F. I didn’t study at all. What do you think you got?

-       Chad

          ♥ you

There were scratches over a word he had a hard time spelling. Probably. I looked at the end of the letter. The part that said “love you”. I felt so bad. And stupid. I didn’t love him, and I decided now to tell him. In math class, after a test, in a letter I have to through across the room. But I knew I had to tell him the truth. So I wrote:

Chad,

I’m doing fine. And you? Yeah, I’m bord too. Math is my least favorite subject. I’m not sure at all how I did. And Chad, I need to tell you something. I’m so sorry but, I don’t love you. I mean, there’s no spark. I’m very sorry. I hope you understand. And It’s not your falt. It’s me. But, I hope we can still be friends. Please forgive me.

-       Lexie

Author's Note

Please ignor all mistakes and grammer errors. I'm not done, there's lots more to come! Thanks for reading! =)

Reviews

great job, maggers! I LOVE it! it's amazing, it so cool, it's...it's....AWESOME!!! haha! Great job! =)

[Nicole]

This is GREAT!!!!
I'm amazed. Your 11, right. Your 11 and you can write this good.
I love this and can't wait to hear more!
The only tiny problem is, the letter that Lexie writes to Chad, it's cinda hard to read, I would concider changing the font. Or making it bold.
Other than that, this is great!!!!

PEACE, ♥, and =)!
-- Nicole