SD 4: Sparkling(STORY IS BACK TO BEING READ IN ALLIE'S POV)
Tasha looked happy as she sat with us in the cafeteria. She hummed "Stereo Soldier" by Little Mix while eating. I leaned forward, giving her a smirk. Kyla quietly and slyly asked, "What's going on in your pretty head, Tasha?"
"Oh! I remembered that I wanted to tell you something!" she beamed suddenly.
I laughed, "Go on then."
She giggled, moving closer to Kyla and me. "I met someone named Ian. We share so much similarities! It's so fun to meet similar people!"
Kyla teased, "I smell your first love."
I just laughed as Tasha banged the table, "It's called friendship, Kyla!" She calmed down then, her frown turning upside down. "What about you?"
Kyla flipped her long hair in such a diva manner. "I'll tell you when something happens. As of now..." she trailed off, looking at her nails. "I need to replenish this nail polish."
"Where are my brothers?" she then asked.
I nodded to a table close to ours. "With Robbie and...another guy."
SD 3: Hello ThereClasses are over. The bell rang, and students flooded the lockers, desperate to head home. I think one advantage of being short is being able to squeeze in to small spaces- and so I did in order to get to my own locker. After finally getting to my destination, I took my books and shut the door immediately. Someone, however, was in one big rush, and his backpack slightly hit me- talk about hit and run. Well, I lost balance, and even if I managed to stay standing, I stumbled a few steps back. I felt an arm holding my elbows, my back against someone. Curious, I looked back only to see Robbie. A red color colored my cheeks as I stared. "Th-thank you, Robbie." I tried to smile.
"No worries." he smiled back, helping me. He chuckled and turned, waving. "I'll be going ahead. See you tomorrow, Allie."
I nodded and waved back, and because I was giddy inside, the moment I turned away, I smiled like an idiot.
I was outside the school building, waiting for two of my friends. I looked at
SD 2: PrinceMrs. Taylor had finished class and the bell rang. I saw Chris stand up and go to his group of friends, leaving the classroom like a bunch of guys filled with swag. I stretched at my seat and stared blankly outside again.
"Ms. Johnson." called Mrs. Taylor. "Up front, please."
My eyes widened. I haven't done anything to get into trouble. Nonetheless, I followed and made my way. I stood with a bunch of other students. "You are the new students in my class. Welcome. You will be assigned to a Support club member for this day," said Mrs. Taylor, gesturing towards yet another group, before continuing, "perhaps you can ask them for a tour. They're always available to help."
She gave a proud smile before turning her back to the "newbies", then walked to the Support club. It seemed as if she was instructing them. Obviously, she was. She showed a sweet smile to them, then us, then daintily walked out. Little by little, the club members dispersed, going to their little partners. A fairly ta