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Elisha Carpenter's blond hair tousled as she sat next to the fan in Mrs. Winters' Algebra class.
Her brown eyes watered when she inhaled dust particle that were in the air. Her allergies were coming and she needed to see the nurse for her medicine. Not now because she needed to find out about integer's. Mark Garwood sat two rows in front of her, the back of his curly dark-blond hair facing her. She sighed, placing her hand underneath her chin. She was sure they had broken up. They haven't talked since Stephanie's Halloween party. And it had ended pretty nasty. She only hoped things could get better.

She packed up her things and headed out of the class when she was stopped by someone she would have never guessed would stop her. Mark.
"Oh," she said, surprised, "hi."
"Hey," he waved, smiling guiltily. "Can we talk?"
They walked past the sea of students who were just standing in the hallway. Elisha hated when people just stood in hallways. They were clearly inconsiderate to the thousands of students who needed to get to class. She frowned when she saw Holly and Damien holding hands near the vending machines. At least they were happy.

Mark took a seat on one of the benches, crossing his feat. Elisha did the same thing, making sure she didn't sit so close to him. Awkwardness always made her feel awkward.
"I was thinking." he said. "About us. I mean, I know we've said things we didn't mean."
I meant what I said. Elisha thought.
"But I just want to say I'm sorry." he finished, smiling at her hopefully.
"I'm sorry too." she said, smiling slightly. "I was kind of a jerk to you."
"It's okay." he said, taking her hand. "We all make mistakes."
Elisha shivered. Was he admitting to her being a jerk? He wasn't supposed to do that. Suddenly, a spark flew from above them. She yelped, jumping up.

Mark looked up and saw that the light above them had went out. Bypassers laughed at Elisha's reaction. She had to laugh herself. It was so sudden that she didn't even know what had happened. Her and Mark were now on good terms, so she wasn't so annoyed with anyone.
He placed a kiss on her lips and took her by the arm. Elisha was led to their ceramics class. Mrs. Lang stood in front of the chalkboard drawing diagrams of different potteries.
She slid into the seat next to Melissa Johnston who was talking on her cellphone. Since she had Demi sitting next to her and a had on, Lang couldn't see her talking on the phone.
"Oh, Josh Arts was telling me how Shelbi found out that Brandon had cheated on her." gossiped Demi, examining her nails.

Elisha rolled her eyes. She knew there would only be a matter of time before Shelbi Glick would find out that Brandon Albertson was cheating on her with Pam Wheaton. It was obvious. She kind of thought Brandon deserved to be caught. Shelbi didn't deserve a boyfriend like that. She certainly didn't deserve a best friend like Pam. She sighed sadly. Drama, drama, drama.
She was getting annoyed with. She just wished one day could be a day without drama. A peaceful day in Heaven. That was all she was asking for.

She looked at Lang. She was a weird teacher. All she talked about was "feeling your clay" and "let the clay feel you". It was very strange to Elisha. She had no idea what the woman was saying half of the time. What was worse was that the woman expected her and the clay to be "best friends". How can she be best friends with an inanimate object. It was beyond stupid. A lot of art teachers were weird, it seemed.