Martes, Noviembre 11

Although the bleached snow did fall onto the urban streets of my town, it quickly melted over midnight, thank goodness. I'm pretty sure that it'll come back and this time make its stay even longer. I guess I'll have to help and shovel sooner and later, but I can be quite lazy at times. New quarter at Highschool, new classes, new people to meet. I yet have not accomplished the task of having the same lunch as my twin, Eva, it'll be soon, but I did get A. A is quite much more dramatic at lunch. Take for example:

Today, friend Marco had a secret who told us about, yet he wasn't going to share. I find that very juvenile. How are you going to mention that there's a secret, yet not tell us what it is? Please, spare us the lethargic guessing games and just tell us or not.

"Marco, please tell me! I know it's about me, it's about me and the guy who wants to go out with me. Isn't it?" A, kept begging like a child.

"Can't tell you, you'll find out in two weeks."

"I can't wait that long!" She pleaded.

A, please just stop with the dramatic pleads, it's annoying me.

"Hun, have you might have thought that it isn't about you?" I asked her, Marco told me it wasn't about her, she although, was delusional.

"I know it's about me!" A yelled as she turned to Marco with a devious look.

Even though A is a lovely young stunning girl, she can also be the most stereotypic blonde popular bitch from TV or the movies. She claims her life is nothing but Drama, well until she gets pregnant, I'll think otherwise.

There was actually never a boy that she wanted to introduced me to, apparently she just wanted me to meet a guy who she likes. She doesn't know I know though, M told me.

Apparently, it was National Fight Day at my Highschool. Lovely isn't it?
Four fights that went down, one I witnessed, one I was stunned by.

In my last class, there's a boy who's a Hispanic Punk Rocker, just like how I used to be. Until I read Vogue Magazine. He's actually kinda cute, except I know he isn't gay. My friend C, thinks otherwise.

"Beau, pssssttt?" She whispered to me from her table.

"Yes?"

"He's checking you out!"
She meant the Punk Rocker.

"Stop joking, he isn't."

"Oh he is, trust me, I've had a lot of guys check me out. He just did it to you."
That isn't a lie, I've seen the guys look at her.

"Maybe he was just looking at me." I replied.

"No, he was checking you out."

"Fine C, whatever you think."

"I think you two would make a cute couple."

"Awww, thank you!"

The rest of the class, she kept telling me to look at his direction, everytime I did, he'd turn his head away. Looks like he was observing me all the time. I also have another class with him. Perhaps he's curious?