User blog:Brunettebraidsbooks/Dear Diary

Russet:

I got to school today. It was fine, if you would call all that FINE.

I plop down at my desk, and guess what? I forgot to do my science test, which I already KNOW is like, 40％ of my grade or something. It was jammed down at the bottom of my backpack and I completely forgot about it.

I braced myself for a major rant from the teacher and summer school, because if you fail 40％ of science and you ALREADY are horrible at it, then guess what, you're going to fail the whole class.

So there's this girl sitting next to me. She watches as I try to finickly do my test before the teacher comes in, and then remarks, "You put in the wrong answer."

"Be quiet," I muttered. I'm not usually rude but this is crazy.

"Attitude," she replied and then fell asleep.

I finished 10％ of the test(probably only got 1％ right) and then give up. The teacher isn't there yet, and I was bracing myself more and more. The girl wakes up and pushes her brunette hair back. She is totally not stressed. She looks me in the eye and asks, "You need help?"

"With what?" I ask back. What does she want anyways?

"Your test," she said. Her eyes are questioning and piercing. I looked at her back and said, "I'll be fine."

"Attitude," she remarked again, even though my reply was NOTHING attitudituve.. or whatever you would call it.

She was getting on my nerves. She continued again: "I'm really good at science, you know."

I ignore her, but she goes on. "If you DON'T want summer school, maybe you should take my advice."

I couldn't take any more of this. My chill was lost completely and I left the class. I could feel her eyes baring into the back of my head even as I walked away.

Amber:

I dusted off my jeans. They were still dirty from my last night escapade. I flipped back my short hair and looked around.

I identified the science class. Math was my first subject, but I was supposed to study for an hour beforehand. Then I saw a boy with ginger hair coming from the science class into math.

He's kinda cute, I thought, but I wasn't into following him right now. I did have to study a lot, since I had been out last night.

I picked a study room close to the Math class and pulled out my grammar books. But I couldn't concentrate. I kept looking at the door of the math room and basically got one page done of studying before it was ten minutes before class.

I got up and walked in. The ginger-haired boy was leaning over another girl's desk, looking over at her book. I got a twinge of jealousy. The other girl had sand-blond, almost white, hair. Her eyes were a turquoise-blue and she was definetly prettier then me, this short-haired tomboy with dark amber eyes. Knowing I would look like a dork, I took a deep breath and said "Hi," anyways.

Both of them looked up. The other girl replied "Hi.." awkwardly and the boy said boldly, "Hey."

"I'm Amber," I said.

"I'm.. Summer," the girl replied. I could tell she didn't want to talk to me, but didn't want to be rude at the same time.

"I'm Russet."

Russet, the name echoed in my head. I definetly had a crush or something. But Summer kept looking back into Russet's green-gray eyes. I could tell she probably had a crush on him too.

"Bye.. Russet." I said. I could feel my face flushing as he smiled, even though I didn't want it to. I sat down in the empty seat behind him, watching as he said something to her. Something about math, because all I could make out of it was "equations" and "method." Summer nodded and I made out "teacher" and "taught." Then I looked up as the teacher walked in. They sat back in their chairs, but I saw her murmering something and glancing toward the lockers.

Drat, was my last thought. ''She beat me to it. ''