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Seventh grade wasn't my best year - I seem to remember my grades not being...very great. At any rate, Samantha was still pretty nasty, and Charlotte still followed her around like a dog. Lucy, too, followed her around, but I noticed she never took part in the name-calling or sneering at the rest of the girls, like they were better than everybody else.

One day, after hanging back after class, I was able to talk to Lucy alone for the first time...

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"...and, when the plates shift, like so-"

Suddenly, every head was jerked upright at the loud BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG that rang through the halls. There was hardly a second's pause before every student in the classroom had leaped to their feet and was hurriedly trying to stuff everything in their backpack and escape into the outside.

"Ahem. AHEM. EXCUSE ME, THE BELL DOESN'T EXCUSE YOU, I DO!"

I rolled my eyes, but slipped back into my seat, and shoved my backpack back under my desk. What's the bell for, then? I thought __________ly.

"As I was saying, when the plates move..." Finally, after what felt like hours, Mr. Haire said the three blessful words, in his crisp English accent, "You are excused."

With a collective sigh, every seventh grader rushed to the door, and the freedom of the outside. I would have been right behind them, but I seemed to have lost my pen. It wouldn't have been so worrisome, if it wasn't my lucky orange pen that even smelled of oranges, and came from Thailand...I had been playing with it only moments ago, but now it was gone.

I ducked under my desk, but after finding nothing except a pencil-maimed eraser, made to stand again.

"Ow!" I bit my lip as I ducked out from under the desk, and then stood up, hand on the back of my head.

"Oh, are you okay?"

I spun around, then clutched my heart when I saw who it was. "My, god, Lucy, you nearly gave me a heart attack - wait, what are you doing here?"

Lucy shrugged, shoving the last folder into her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. "Same as you, I expect. Oh, is this yours?" She held out a familiar orange pen.

I snatched it from her hand and stuffed it in the front pocket of my backpack, then, I too, slung it over my shoulder. "Well, er, I guess we should probably get going then...don't want to miss the bus..."

"Yeah, probably not," Lucy nodded, and we walked out of the empty classroom.

It was silent for a little while, then I said, "So, um, what's up?"

Lucy glanced over at me, then just shrugged.

"Um, cool...same - same here..." It was quiet again, and then, again, I tried talking.

"So, where's Samantha? Aren't you supposed to be, like, following her around or something?" As soon as I said it, I slapped my hand to my mouth. "Omigosh! I'm sorry, that was-"

"No, no, um, it's okay... to be honest, I think Charlotte's got it covered for now...I have dance, anyway - this is me...see you 'round..."

And with that, she was gone, and I was left to run for the bus, which was pulling out of the driveway, hoping I hadn't said anything to offend the quiet girl.

(That down there is just brainstorming)
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Sam gets hurt somehow and Amy visits her in the hospital, sees no one else came to see her/only her parents, and they talk and become friends...

Something happens to Sam and Amy approaches her to help.

- Sam breaks a bone
- hits her head
- something happens while Amy and her parent is present and they take her to hospital and that gives Amy excuse to have to go to hospital bc mom made her...


What sport -
Soccer
Hockey


But is at end of game so other parents or ppl aren't there to help

8th grade (hide spoiler)]

Wow, that is beautiful!

And, yes, Goodreads does that for some reason - I just replace regular paragraphs with a blank line between each 'paragraph'. It isn't perfect, but it works.

Beautiful work, Bookmaster, it really is amazing!

But I'm going to have to move this to the folderless writers Folder, since this is an unclaimed folder and needs to be claimed before one can post in it. If you would like to claim it, you can, but you'd have to PM me before someone else does. Thanks!

Heyy, guys - let's do another contest, shall we? It's been a while...

Hey guys! This is going to be exactly like the last chat page that was posted, except I figured I'd make a new one since the last had over 10,000 comments (oh my GAWD) Sooooooo yeahhh - CHAT AWAY MY LOVELY WRITERS

Hey everyone!

(Oh look at that, that's the title of the thread...)

Yeah, I'm gonna try and continue the 'My Best Friend' story, I just added onto it - hopefully that'll get me out of MY writing slump...

Fifth grade wasn't too exciting - me and Sophie were still the best of friends, and to be honest, the most exciting thing that happened was when a boy in eighth grade nearly burnt down the school... we were never actually told what happened, but, looking back on it now, I think I may have a guess.

At any rate, fifth grade passed by, and so did the summer, and the year after that, until, all of a sudden, I found myself standing in front of the huge, double doors, leading to my first year of junior high.

I had stayed in the same school for all my grade-years, and then, just like that, it was time to switch over to the middle/junior high school building. It was like beginning first grade all over again. I felt so small, looking up at the huge skyscraper of a building in front of me. My new blue, extra-equipped, headphones-hole-and-all, backpack was slung over one shoulder, and when I looked back, I saw my mom, in her nurse's uniform, give me an encouraging double thumbs up and shouted, "I LOVE YOU, AIM!"

I felt myself freeze, and internally I think I melted from embarrassment. Junior High school kids did NOT get told by their mothers I love you. Quickly, I glanced around, praying no one had seen that.

My eyes caught on a girl with short, curly, brown hair, who was watching me with a smug grin ______ed on her face, only a short ways away, at the other set of double doors.

Samantha gave me a small salute, then threw open the doors and strode inside, without a second glance behind her.

I squared my shoulders, I was not going to be outdone. Without a glance back at my mom in the car, I strode confidently through my own set of doors, and into my first year of junior high.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh......

*triple thumbs up*

Epictastic pep talk, Emma, and I completely agree

And, the story is awesome and WHAT HAPPENED TO DANIEL

YAY!!

It is NOT 'bad and stuff' and WRITE SOON

XD

XD no, but I gotta say Keefe is blonde

Oooooh