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Sunday is such a stupid day for Halloween, is my first thought today.

My second thought is really more of a memory of last night. I thought about it the entire night and couldn’t figure out what to make of it. Shawn and Ryan had to be home by 10:00 so we didn’t really have any time to discuss it. They congratulated me as they left, and I wondered why because I really hadn’t done anything.  I didn’t really care, I had enough to think about.

When a random girl, dressed as Cinderella randomly sits in your lap and starts making out with you, what are you supposed to think? I guess you’re supposed to think you’re irresistible, but I know for a fact I am not. I guess she could have been on a dare or something. Or maybe she was just insane. 

Anyway, now it’s Monday and I have to get my ass out of bed and go to school. I take a shower, brush my teeth, put on a black sweater and jeans and head downstairs.

“Good morning,” my mom greets. She’s always here in the morning. She tells me it’s to see our “bright, smiling faces” each morning before she goes to work. I don’t know about you, but I am not smiling in the morning. I know she’s just here every morning to make sure I actually go to school. Ya, I’m going to skip school just to have them call my mom at work.  I’m not a genius, but I’m not stupid

“Hey,” I mumble.

“I made you some toast,” she says, gesturing to a piece of toast with raspberry jam on it.

“Thanks,” I mutter, grabbing the toast off the plate and taking a bite. I start looking for my backpack.

“I coulda sworn it was right here,” I mutter to myself. Ah, here it is, under Jeremy’s Spiderman costume. I go to the front foyer and put my shoes on.

“Don’t forget to pick up Jeremy from school,” mom reminds me.

“I know,” I say, annoyed. I’d successfully picked the little runt up from school for two months now, it’s engraved in my mind that I have to do it. My mother can’t pick him up as she gets home at 7:00 and Jeremy gets out of school significantly earlier than that. I’m not sure how he actually gets to school, and I don’t care, I’m just glad I don’t have to walk him there.

I leave the house and nearly choke on the last bit of toast I had just put into my mouth. If I am not mistaken, that is Cinderella standing at the end of my driveway looking at me expectantly. I run down the driveway at a speed that would put an Olympic runner to shame and stop right in front of her.

“Hey,” I say, pretending to be casual. I realized that was pointless, as I had just sprinted down my driveway but, oh well.

“Hi! Nice run. I don’t think anybody has ever wanted to see me so badly. I’m Priscilla by the way. I hate the name, so I am trying to think of a new nickname. My nickname at my old school was princess, but I think it’s a bit conceited to ask people to call you princess, don’t you?” She didn’t actually say it all very fast, or if she did I didn’t notice. She just seemed really determined to say it all so I could understand it. I understand what she was saying, but I still don’t understand the situation. I answer her question anyway.

“Well, since I’m a guy, it would be kinda gay to ask people to call me princess,” I reply stupidly. Crap, I wonder if she’s the kind of person who doesn’t like it when gay is used as an insult. But it wasn’t really an insult, it would be kinda-

My thoughts are stopped as I hear her laughing, and then speaking, “Well ya, I guess it would be.”

I expect her to keep talking like she did the last time, but I guess she has no other comments.

“So what are you doing here?” Damn, that’s a really rude question.

“Oh, well I’m new and I don’t know exactly where the school is and I didn’t wanna get lost.” She replied. “I was wondering if you could walk me there?”

“Uh sure,” I say. I am still wondering about last night, but I’m not sure how to get to the subject. We start walking and she asks me what my name is. I tell her and then she says, “Eric, about last night, um I’m not quite sure why I did it, I think I actually had too many sips of my father’s brandy-“

“Oh, I thought it cause I was so irresistible,” I blurt out. Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me? Why do I say such stupid things in front of this girl? She is laughing hysterically at what I just said, which is better than staring at me like I’m an idiot, I guess.

“Well, you were the hottest guy on the porch,” She laughs, and I laugh with her.  I have just re-noticed how hot she is. She is wearing a light purple sweater with pink hearts on it and light blue jeans. Ah, so she dressed warmer today, I guess she won’t have to sit on my lap :(.

We had been walking silently for a couple of minutes, when I realize I should say something to her hottest guy on the porch comment, I have nothing to say and worry it has been too long anyway and I start to get nervous.

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend right? Because if you do, I am sorry and I will keep quiet, unless you want me to say something,” Priscilla says calmly. Weird, if I had to say something like that I would be super nervous. She doesn’t seem to be the nervous type though.

“Um, no. No I don’t, have a girlfriend.”

“Are you looking for one?”

“Um, I dunno, I guess,” I reply, wondering what she is getting at.

“Well, now you have one!” She exclaims brightly, slipping her fingers into mine. Oh, so that’s what she was getting at.

“Oh, alright,” I agree, having nothing else to say.

"Unless you don’t want me to be your girlfriend, because you think I’m a whore who goes around kissing random guys. If that is the case, let me assure you, I am not a whore who goes around kissing random guys.” She pauses and then continues. “Unless I am drunk, cause I’m pretty sure I was last night.”

“What, huh? Oh, ya, ya I want you to be my girlfriend,” I manage to say.

“Fantastic!” She says, smiling. “Let’s kiss on it.”

She leans up real close, and just as we’re about to kiss she says, “I don’t usually start kissing by sticking my tongue in guys’ mouths by the way. That was because I was drunk. I was drunk accidently by the way, I don’t make it a habit.”

Then she pulls away.

“Oh ya, the kiss!” She exclaims. And she leans up and kisses me. Mmm.

This was different than last night. I like her sober kisses better than her drunken ones.  She pulls away and starts walking. I am still standing still and puckered up like a fish. I de-pucker and follow her. We are approaching the public school that kids grades kindergarten to eight go to.

“Is that our school?” Priscilla asks.

“No, that’s the public school. My brother goes there,” I reply.

“Well how far is it? Are we gonna be late?”

“No, it’s only a couple blocks away, it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes and it’s only-“ I look at my watch and realize we have to be there in five minutes if we wanna beat the first bell.

“Aw shit, we’re gonna be late, come on, we gotta run.”

I start running and then someone jumps on my back. It’s Priscilla.

“Priscilla, what are you doing?”

“Giddy up!”She yells and slaps my butt like a horse. So I start running. She has her arms around my neck and I have my hands on her thighs to prevent her from falling off. Her body bounces up and down on my back.

“Well this isn’t awkward at all,” I mutter.

“What did you say?” Priscilla whispers in my ear.

“We should be there in about three minutes,” I reply.

“No, you were saying how this isn’t awkward. It’s okay, I don’t feel awkward, so there’s no reason for you to feel awkward. If anything you should feel honoured.”

“Okay.” And so I feel honoured. I have a hot girl bouncing up and down on my back. This hot girl is my girlfriend and at some point during the day, I’m assuming I’m going to kiss her again.

“Alright, so-“Priscilla begins.

“And here we are.” I interrupt. “Welcome to Carsonton High School.”

“Hey, do we have any classes together? I’ve got Math in room 102 first period, then History room 206, Gym, and the Art in room 180.” Priscilla said.

“Wow, you’ve already got your classes memorized?”

“Yup, my memory is tops. So classes...”

“Right, we’ve got math and art togther,” I reply smiling.

“Fabulous,” she says, and kisses my cheek.

“Oh look there are my friends,” I point out. I waved and yell at them. They wave back. Then the bell rings.

“Whoops, we should get going if you wanna find your locker.”  We walk up the steps and I yell at my friends that we’ll talk at lunch. Kevin makes humping movements in mid air and gestures toward Priscilla then raises an eyebrow. I flip him off and turn back to Priscilla.

“Well your friends seem nice,” she comments sarcastically.

“That’s just Kevin, ignore him,” I advise.

“Alritey.”

I open the big metal doors (that are supposed to scare newcomers I’m sure of it) and guide Priscilla to her locker.

Comments and ratings are appreciated. Sorry it's not a funny ending like last time, but I figured it was getting pretty long and I wanted to wrap it up.  Ummmm ya, more up soon.

Thanks for reading!