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THE CHALLENGE: Write a story about a ride in the car, most of it has to be in the car, but it can be about anything with any characters. 

1st August 2012

Jaen Austrig is in my car, the smartest girl, and possibly student, in my whole grade. She is sitting next to me, our knees and forearms slightly touching. She is talking to my younger brother who is in front of her in the front seat about the Olympics. Her dark hair is catching the light of the sun. My little sister is on the other side of me, singing to herself in her car seat.

I don't know how Jaen managed to be sitting next to me on my way home from school. It just happened. I texted my mum to find out how I was coming home, and it turned out that Jaen was driving home with us because her family was coming round to ours for a barbecue dinner. Funny thing was that my dad and Jaen's met on a business trip and now here we are, what a convenience. Squished together in our tiny car knees and forearms slightly touching.

"So how was school, you two?" mum asks Jaen and I, looking in the rear-view mirror, "and I want more than just 'good'."

"It was goodish," I answer, smirking slightly.

Mum frowns.

"The test was pretty hard," Jaen says, "only a few of us finished it."

"The science one?" my brother, Daniel, asks.

"Yeah, that one, on light properties," she replies, smiling.

"Patrick has been going on about it all the time at the dinner table," Daniel sniggers, "wavelength this, prism this, oh... and that's how we get a rainbow!"

Daniel turned back to look at me and stuck his tongue out. I rolled my eyes. Jaen banged my knee jokingly. I felt slightly jittery.

"Well it's good revision to explain things to people," Jaen smiles, "I bet you got a great mark."

"I hope," I whisper.

"I bet your teacher hasn't marked it yet," mum remarks, and Jaen nods, pushing a stray strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear.

Jaen is half-Indian, even though she is named after a city in Spain. Her older sister Fayth says that Jaen got the perfect mix of white and brown skin, whereas she was stuck with brown, and wishes she looked more like Jaen.

Jaen says that she wishes she had Fayth's skin colour, because she is sick of being asked if she is South-Asian or not. Very sick of it, so much so that she will kick whoever asks her that in the shin and walk off angrily, leaving that person quite confused. I speak from experience. The bruise is still prominent and hasn't faded for months. It's going greenish now. My little sister, Callie, says I look a bit like a zombie.

Jaen is pretty. I guess for a boy to say 'pretty' is kind of weird. But I know the difference between 'pretty', 'hot', 'cute', 'beautiful' and 'a bomber'. Jaen is pretty because when she smiles her whole face lights up and dimples show. She's pretty because her eyes are very dark, but when she laughs they seem to shine and twinkle.

Callie is singing way too loud, nobody wants to hear 'Blank Space' that loud a semitone off. Mum is telling her to quiet down, and Jaen is wincing a bit. Daniel is laughing. He always laughs.

"How is Ms. Carbonaro?" mum asks, referring to out maths teacher who has broken her leg, and is hobbling about in crutches, her fiancé following her every to make sure she doesn't hurt herself even more. Yep, it's Mr. Typpet.

"She's very pale all the time," I say.

"She's refusing to go on sick leave," Jaen sighs, "and she needs to."

"Mmmm, yes, that's what happened with one of my colleagues. They broke their arm falling out of a window, long story how that happened, and they wouldn't just get out of the building to recover. Poor Joe, he's the C.E.O now, so let's forget I said anything," mum replies, while Jaen snorts.

"Did you just...?" Daniel asks.

"Yes, I did, you are allowed to call me 'she-pig' now," Jaen blushes.

"Daniel, you will not, that's rude!" Callie scolded, before going back to her singing.

I smile in apology to Jaen, who is looking at me, about to say something. She bites her lip.

"Have you done the economics questions yet?" she finally asks, her love of education shining through.

"I am up to question 10," I reply, as Daniel groans.

"Here has been going on about Price Discrimination at the table tooooo!"

"And supply and demand!" Callie groans, before singing, "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is runnnnnn."

"Callie sing a different song, that's old," mum complains, "so 2010."

"2008, actually," Callie frowns.

"Coldplay is better," Jaen argues, "and Backstreet Boys. Not to mention Mozart, Tchaikovsky, ABBA, Queen..."

"I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN!!!" Callie sings.

"So I've made up my mind this must come to an end," Jaen sings back. She looks pretty when she sings, her voice rings like a bell, almost sounds silver, or gold, like ABBA gold.

"SHAME ON ME NOW."

"WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME, NO MORE!" Daniel sings (or screams).

"Okay, enough," mum sighs, "if you are going to sing, do it in tune like Jaen."

"I sing beautifully," Daniel mutters crossing his arms and pouting, "Oh Jaen did you see the 100m freestyle on the weekend?"

Jaen and Daniel are back to their Olympics conversation. It doesn't last longs because we drop Daniel off at his mate's house so he could go with them to his football practise.

Callie has finally fallen asleep so there is a silence ringing through the air. Jaen is looking out the window, writing something on the glass, that I couldn't really see. It looked sneakily like a matrix.

Mum breaks the silence like a hammer breaks glass, "So what are you lot going to get up to this evening?"

"Homework," I say, Jaen sniggers.

"How boring," mum laughs, "you could take her for a walk down to the dam, oh and Jaen, how is your sister at uni?"

"Fayth is going alright. She's struggling with the pressure though. There's a lot of bright kids in her course."

"What's she doing again?" I ask.

"Quantum Physics," Jaen grunts.

"How delightful," mum smiles.

"So do you want to go down to the dam?" I ask Jaen.

"Yeah," she smiles brightly, she lowers her voice, "after homework though."

Jaen looks sideways at me, as I run my hands through my hair and laugh. She looks pretty again. Then again, she is always pretty... maybe it's because she is shy, witty and smart. Pretty in both the outward and inward sense.

We look at each other for a full minute. I wonder who would be the first the break the small connection between us. We pull up at my house a couple moments later. It is when we are getting out of the car that I realise, that I might... in fact, have a crush on Jaen Austrig, the smartest girl... or student, in my grade.

Patrick Xaley

Levi Miller, 10/10 on the cuteness level (Good ol' Australian boys) 

Joaquin Ochoa 10 000/10 on the beautiful and smexy wexy level (he's spanish and omllllllll) 

Ben Barnes 1 000 000 000 000 000 000/10 on the hotness and beauty level (have you seen him in Prince Caspian? *puts hand on heart longingly*)

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Unnikoo

Lollypop671 (you have to do it) 

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AudreyBolander 

That's five! 

GOOD LUCK 

#BenBarnes 

T H E  E N D 

How are you all? Good, bad, *insert how you are feeling here*???

 That is like the first story I have written in present tense for ages! I was quite fun, anywaysss. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS like a snake. ;) 

There are some pretty dangerous snakes in AUS.... and spiders* 

*gets bug spray* 

*gets bug squasher thingy* 

*gets up on table* 

Y'ALL CAN'T GET ME! MUHAHAHABAWAHAHAHAHAHA *snorts* 

See ya later folksssss 

I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of OZZZZZZZZZZZ. 

Pppshhhhh I'm still here... They are trying to find out who stold Jack's pencilcase, they have checked the handwriting on the note we put in there with every person in our maths class and said it wasn't us! We are getting away with it...... I thought we made it extremely obvious, well, apparently we didn't... heh. 

Okay, now I really am going. BAIII <3 Kidding I would not spell bye like that. 

******bye