I was deep asleep dreaming about cream fudge (coughs). I heard a familiar voice "wake up, aren't you going to get ready for school. I don't want you to run late, hurry up!" It was mom's voice and, I suddenly felt something wet slide down my face and I screamed "was that a cream fudge-ing snake slithering down my face or something?" But mom started laughing and showed me the ice cube in her hand. She was so childish at times.

I shouted "Mom, stop. I was almost going to die right now."

She replied with a smirk "but you didn't."

I replied "you wanted me to die?"

Mom raised an eyebrow and ordered "drama later, get ready, and for your information you are already late for school."

I threw a pillow right on her face..... And before she could attack me back, I was in the washroom, I could hear mom scream behind the door. I giggled at her.

That was my mom. She is not very tall but, not short though, that's what she is. She has hazel eyes, long brown hair, perfect curves and an awesome cool nature. She is fun loving. Our relation is not like the normal mother-daughter thingy, it is something else. Maybe she is my best friend, or a sister. I don't know, but who throws a pillow at their momma? I do. That's the point.

I brushed my teeth, had a quick bath, I did my hair into a braid, hopped into my dress. Yes, a dress. I was wearing a blue based floral dress to school. The best part is, we basically have no restrictions at school except of putting the hoodies on.

I took my backpack, iPod, Phone, and my completed homework's. Yes, I completed my homework's.

I rushed through the stairs, and landed downstairs. I tripped on everything on my way because nothing was on place. Since, we moved.

My mom, dad, me and Jason. We shifted to a new place last week. New York. Yeah, that's where we are. New place, new home, new school, new people, basically, everything's new.

I sat on the breakfast table with my mom and dad, and took a big bite of apple. Jason already went off to school cause, he didn't want to run late.

Jason, is my little baby brother. He is six years old, has brown hairs and hazel eyes, like our mom. He loves to go to school. He hates weekends cause, school's off. He loves cheese and everybody who loves cheese, is his best friend.

His daily routine's to do homework's, watch cartoons, draw, wake me up in the morning, and get ready for school. I drop him to school every day unlike today, because I was running late.

I took another bite of my apple and said "good morning mom and dad. As you can tell, I am already late so I got to rush, meet you in the afternoon."

Dad took a bite of his bread and asked "do I need to drop you to school?"

I nodded gesturing 'No' and said "I will take my skateboard daddy. It's fine. Love you."

Mom hugged me and dad gave a kiss in my forehead and I was off to school on my skateboard. Its color was mint with, pink wheels. Our primary school was 10 minutes away from our house, that's for Jason and high school was 20 minutes away from our house, that's for me.

I never stopped and reached school in 10 minutes. Fast huh?

This was the second day, I was coming to school. I managed not to make any friends because I didn't find it necessary. The school was big enough with white walls and blue lockers. I kind of liked it. It was simple. My favorite teacher so far was Miss. Russet, our art teacher.

I sat in the library waiting for the bell to go off for the next class. And the best thing was, our first class was Math, and I missed it. Phew. Basically, I hated Math and Math hated me, so it was a mutual thing.

Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

I kept the skateboard in the locker, and shoved in my books into the backpack for the next class. It was history. I closed the locker and turned around-

BOOM!

My backpack was on the floor and I managed not to fall. I went down to pick up my bag and someone spoke in just one breath "are you alright? I am so sorry, I was just finding the history room and I couldn't find it and I-"

"It's. All. Right." I nodded my head with every word I uttered. I was shocked by the tense in his voice.

He sighed.

I walked away towards the history class.

He said from the back "wait up" and he ran to come by my side "hi, I am Devan. I am new in this school and I don't know where the classes are. Can you please lead me to the classes? Oh and by the way, what's you name though? And-"

I cut him "my gawd. Do you always speak so much?"

His face dropped but, he still spoke "no, I mean yes. I always speak because you know God gave us the power to speak so, why not use it? Everybody uses it. Don't they? Yes. They do."

I stared at him annoyed.

He was tall, had green eyes, messy brown hairs and was tanned perfectly. He looked like one of the American skaters.

I pushed away my thought and said "the point is, I am new here too. This is the second day so, yeah. But, I have history class now-"

He cut me off and screamed "cool then. Let's go together?".

His scream literally made people turn towards us and made me jump.

I shushed him and said "calm down. Let's go. And I am Melissa."

Oh lords of cheese cakes please save me from this man. We were walking to the class, and the whole time he kept on talking and I kept on sighing.

And the best part is even in the class he took the seat next to me. Note the sarcasm. Yeah, sarcasm.

I took out my notebooks to take notes of whatever the teacher taught us. But all Devan did was sleep. Yes. He fell asleep in the class. His stupid talkative face turned peaceful in a matter of seconds.

Thank you lords of cheese cakes.

Before ten minutes when the class was supposed to end the teacher said "the class ends now, you all can leave!"

The first thought that came to my mind was to leave Devan sleeping in the class and run out.

I packed my stuff and stood up on my legs. I walked away. I reached out for the knob of the exit door and looked back. He moved a bit in his sleep. I stopped.

I walked back to him and sat back down on my place and noticed that the class was empty, I sighed.

'Ugh' I said to myself.

I whispered "Devan?"

No answer.

I whispered again "Devan?"

No answer.

I whispered yet again "Devan?"

No answer.

I yelled "DRAGON."

He shot opened his eyes and in a matter of seconds he was standing on his chair.

I couldn't stop laughing at him.

He finally managed to speak again "What? Seriously? Dragon? Where? Where is everyone? Did the dragon eat them all? How am I alive? Is the class over? Are you kidding me? Oh. Yes you are. Aren't you? How can dragons come in New York? Nice joke though."

I regretted waking him up. Soon.

I said "can you not?" as I walked out of the class.

He yelled from the back "wait up? Mind having lunch together?"

Maybe this is the shortest sentence he has ever said' I said to myself.

"What?" he asked.

Another short thing.

"What?" I said matching his tone.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

"Yes." I said.

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