Turn your can't's into cans and dreams into plans

ughh i just cant take anymore of school-____-

I'm tired of seeing all those skinny girls at the beach during the summer.

YAYYYY winter break and no school for TWO weeks!!!!
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The bell rang and all the freshman rushed to get to class, and us seniors just casually strolled through the hallways. I took my seat in the front of the class and looked around the room to see who was in this class. Actually to see if Harry was in this class. He wasn't. The day started as usual; the teacher asking how our summer was and all that stuff.
 
Second and third period passed but still no sign of Harry. Fourth period was English and this time I walked even slower so I could be last to class. I looked down the hall to see if Harry was near but he's still no where to be seen. Since I was last the only seats available were in the way back, unfortunately it's next to the annoyingly loud air conditioner. I dropped my bag on the ground and sat in the desk. As Mr. Olden droned on and on about some war no one even cares about I almost fell asleep but a voice which I have been waiting all morning to hear snapped me back to consciousness.
 
"Ah, Mr.Styles. Late on the first day." Mr. Olsen said crossing his arms.
 
"Sorry sir I got held up in my last class. Won't happen again." Harry said smiling. Harry wasn't really a teacher's pet and he wasn't really a bad boy type either. All the teachers knew him in a good way, but sometimes in a bad way. He can be really sweet and charming but he can also be tough and badass when he needs to be.
 
"Okay take a seat." He obeyed and found the seat right next to mine and saw me staring just like everyone else. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my desk. The desk creaked as he sat down then felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I ignored him and looked up at the lecturing teacher. After a while Harry gave up and looked some where else.
 
Class ended and it was lunch time. I picked up my bag from the floor and headed out the door, not even acknowledging him. The sound of fast footsteps followed behind me and slowed down so Harry could catch up.
 
"Hey," I greeted not even bothering to look at him.
 
"Looks like we have History together," he said matching my pace. I was about to say something but Dylan saw me and a frown came on his face. Dylan is the jealous type and if he sees me anywhere near another guy, he'll get super protective, and not in the cute boyfriend way.
 
"Well you better go Mr. jealousy is calling you," Harry nudged my arm.
 
"Shut up Harry," laughed nudging him back. "I'll see you around." He waved then walked away towards his friends. I sighed and walked to my group. Dylan had his arms crossed and gave me his I'm-gonna-beat-the-crap-out-of-that-guy look.
 
"Hey babe," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He returned with a grunt and walked away with his friends leaving me with Audrey and Jessica.
 
"Why are you still with him if he treats you like that?" Jessica asked stabbing her salad.
 
I sighed and sat down. "He's not always like that. It's just when I'm with other guys he get all protective. He's just being a good boyfriend."
 
"He's acting like he owns you." Audrey said giving me her 'i'm right, your wrong' looks.
 
"I'll handle it, okay." I assured her.

I paced across my living room floor while Lola sat on the couch reading the letter. My teeth started to hurt because of my stupid nervous nail biting.
 
"So what do I do?" I asked quickening my pace. Lola stood up and walked over to me. "Just relax for a minuet! Look, maybe this is a joke. Someone could just be messing with you." she said handing me the envelope. I took it out of her hands and grabbed the picture inside.
 
"A joke.Then why is there an old picture of me and this girl who's supposedly my sister?!" I noted.
 
"How do you know that's really you? It could be a fake-"
 
I gasped, interruping her sentence. "I have the same exact picture in one of my old photo albums!" I ran up stairs to my room with Lola following close behind. After a few minuets of rummaging through my closet, I found my old music box and took out the picture. She took the two pictures and held them together.
 
"Damn...maybe you do have a sister." she said staring the the two pictures. "Why didn't she send a picture of how she looks now?"
 
"I don't know, but I'm calling my mom." I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Damnit voice mail. "I have to wait until she gets home." I sighed. Two.More.Hours.
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I walked through the crowded hallway arm in arm with my gorgeous boyfriend, Dylan, and my two best friends, Audrey and Jessica, by my side. Dylan was the typical high school popular star quarterback jerk. Audrey, Jessica and I all met in middle school and have been best friends ever since. Then there's me. During my freshman year, I was always the quiet and shy girl, but Dylan came along and BAM! I was instantly popular. I never really cared about being the girlfriend of the school's star quarterback.
 
Audrey and Jessica just kind of followed me to the top of the high school pyramid. Except for Harry. Harry was one of my close friends, but after Dylan and I started going out he acted all weird and soon we just drifted apart. That was until this past summer. I don't feel for doing it because Dylan deserves it. His friends pulled him into their conversation.
 
I continued to walk with my friends to my locker.
"So how was being stuck here for the summer?" Audrey asked twisting in her combination.
 
"It was surprisingly fun." I said thinking about Harry and wondering where he was right now.
 
"Well Paris was am-a-zing!!" Jessica squealed closing her locker and facing me. "I met this really sweet guy and we've been talking to each other on the phone and skyping," she paused to take a dramatic deep breath, "and he said he really likes me!"
 
"Calm yourself Jess. Are you sure you even know what he's saying? You only lasted a week in French class." I teased. They both laughed and we headed to our first class. As we turned the corner I saw Harry. We made eye contact for two seconds then we both looked away. No one knows about what we did over the summer because I made him promise not to tell anyone about our little secret.

Stuck With You
The faint sound of my ring tone woke me up from my sleep. I felt around for my phone and found it buried under the sheets. I opened up a text saying, ‘Hey wake up! Your shift starts in 20mins!’
 
“Shit..” I mumbled under my breath. I jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed then grabbed an apple and my car keys then dashed out the door. Every five minutes Lola would text me but I ignored them and kept driving. As soon as I parked, I ran out of my car and into the mall entrance. Workers and employees were already done setting up their stores for the day. I opened the glass door to Starbucks and ran to the back to get my apron.
 
My best friend Lola and I worked at Starbucks on the weekends to earn some extra money. “What took you so long?” Lola asked with annoyance in her voice.
 
“Sorry, I overslept.” I replied tying the string tightly around my waist.
 
“Because...” She trailed off and walked out the door. I sighed and grabbed some plastic cups from a shelf then followed her.
 
“Because I spent all night studying for finals.” I finished. She looked at me up and down then gave me a questioning look. “You didn’t even bother to put makeup on?” My hair was in a messy bun and I wore jeans that I just grabbed from the hamper and my uniform shirt. Makeup-wise, my face looked pale and stressed out.
 
“Well I was rushing so I didn’t have enough time.” Lola tossed me her makeup bag then continued sorting out the coffee bags. I quickly slapped on some concealer and mascara then went back to cleaning the coffee maker and blender. As soon was the clock stroke 9:OO, people were flooding the stores and the building was suddenly filled with noise and chatter. At lunch more people came in and the place got busier. At around 1pm Lola and I started to pack up our things left the place for the afternoon guys. We got into my car and I drove us back to my house.
 
I live with my mom In a small town in New Jersey and occasionally my grandparents stay for a couple weeks but other than that, it’s just me and her. That’s right, no dad. Mom told me that her and my father split up way before I was born and they never spoke since. She doesn’t talk about him much so I don’t really bring him up. Lola threw her bag on the floor and turned on the TV then made her way to the pantry for food, as usual. I went upstairsn and decided to take a shower. “Hey Lola, can you get the mail?” I shouted from the top of the stairs. She groaned but went to get it anyway. I hopped in the shower and washed all the coffee smell out of my hair.
 
I walked downstairs to find Lola stuffing her face with a bag of chips and the mail in a pile on the dining table. “Oh by the way, mail is on the table.” She said, with her mouth full. She handed me a manila envelope and I looked for where it came from. London?!
 
“This is from someone in London!!” I screamed.
 
“What?! Who’s it from?” Lola stood up and was at my side in seconds.
 
“That’s impossible, I don’t know anybody there.” I said still shocked.
 
“But your name is right there. It’s for you.” She said pointing at the name. I stared at the envelope for a while, not deciding if I should open it. “Well what are you waiting for?” Lola asked nudging my arm.
 
“I don’t want to open it. What if there’s a bomb inside?!” I put the envelope down and stepped back. She rolled her eyes and grabbed it. “Why would there be a bomb inside?” she asked looking at me weirdly.

“A British spy.” I said trying to think of a better reason.

“This isn’t a James Bond movie..”
 
I sighed and took the package from her. I slowly tore the seal and pulled a letter, a picture and another envelope. Lola took the picture and examined it. I went for the letter and read it. I had to re-read it twice to understand what the letter was saying. My mouth hung open; my eyes scanned the three page letter again.
 
“So what’s the letter say?” Lola asked handing me the picture.
 
“I have a sister… from London.” I said.
 
"I thought you were an only child?" She asked taking the letter and reading it.
 
"There's something my mom isn't telling me."
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