

miss{f}.........mark{m}
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Do you know that feeling, that whenever you see that one person your stomach does backflips? I know that feeling all too well. I know it so well, we could be in a bookclub together and it wouldn't be wierd. You're probably going to stop reading now, figuring this is just your typical Romeo and Juliet love story. As a matter of fact, it's the complete opposite. Well, not entirely. But you probably get the point. This is my story, so don't interupt. Save your questions for the end. Turn of your cellphones and pagers, and all of that other stuff, so I can get to where it all began.
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There he was again. He was totally perfect. Like;
totally perfect. His chocolate brown hair was perfect, his face was perfect, his clothes were perect, his eyes were perfect, but everyone knows that Pansy has a super huge crush on him. Well, everyone except him of course. I'm in no place to compete for him, either, so I'm in a rut. See, Pansy is my friend. But she's super beautiful, and popular, and charming, and funny, and awesome. But I'm not. I'm more of.... loud, and sometimes a little violent, and kind of pretty. But I can't help what I feel; I mean, he's totally awesome. What other feeling could this be? I picked at the food with my fork, just now realizing that I should eat before my food gets cold. You're probably wondering where I am, and how I got stuck in this madness. Please, allow me to explain.
My name is Miss Anne Monet. I have the worst name ever. Yeah, sure, it's 'pretty'. But it's boring. An awesome name would be like, 'Cassandra Elizabeth Beckham'. Anyways, right now I'm at the Oregon Coast. No, I don't live here. The town is too sleepy for me. I live up in Washington. I'm here on a field trip of some sort. We're here to compete in a competition we've been training for, called "Adventure of the Creativity". It's basically where you do creative preformance with certain guidelines. Pansy is on my team, and so is Benjamin, Centri, Ronald, Annie, and Remmy. There is one other team, but they're made up of 9th Graders. Mark is my teacher's son. It's kind of wierd that Pansy likes him, and I do too. Even though my crushing is secret. I've never told anyone, and I never will. We get to stay here 3 days and 2 nights. Right now we're reating at a little resturaunt on the dock. All they sell is seafood, and I'm a vegitation. So all I'm eating is french fries.
The french fries are actually pretty tasty. A little crunchy, a little salty, nice and warm. Pansy is surrounded with people, doing crazy stuff like pouring tons of sugar in her mountain dew. I settled for a Dr. Pepper, but this junk food isn't settling too well in my stomach. "Psst. Miss, pssssssttt." The person trying to get my attention is Sonny, Mark's sister. I know her rather well, so I don't ignore her. "Huh?" I whisper back to her, my eyebrows raised in question. Sonny had a spoon in her right hand, and an ice cube in another. "Should I flick the icecube with this spoon?" She asks, her voice still hushed. I shrugged, ice cube flicking sounded fun, but it wasn't something I would take intrest in doing myself. "Sure, knock yourself out. But not literally. Then it would look like you were dead, and cannibals might decide to eat you." Sonny ignored my disturbing comment, and went on to flick the ice cube into an older couple's food, whom seemed at unease knowing that their food was under attack by ice cubes.
I watched Mark go over to Pansy, leaning onto her chair, chuckling at her innocent child-like sense to her. I grumbled with jealousy, pushing my fries away. I had lost my appetite. Mark hadn't ordered anything, and came around the table, munching off of our scraps. I gladly gave away my french fries, not feeling too well. When we went outside to leave for the hotel, it was dark. The moon was tucked away behind the clouds, and the only light was from the feeble streetlights that looked as if they were about to fall over if someone so much as lightly shoved them. I walked alone, listening to the others ahead of me chattering carelessly, laughing and giggling. I would join them, but I feared that I would disrupt their bubbly chatter.
I went straight to bed when we got to the hotel. I shared my room with Remmy, Pansy, and Centri. Centri went to bed early like I had, but Remmy and Pansy spent the whole night talking and laughing and being loud. I hardly got a wink of sleep.
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Should I continue? This is supposed to be from a teenagers point of view, if you see where I'm going.