Jessica, you are a great writer you really are but, this just seems almost void of any emotions. This is supposed to be a romance story full of love and passion. Here's the thing you joined this advanced writing class to become a better writer so here's how you can become one, by fixing this." Mr. Schimid spoke while handing back my pathetic excuse for a story. He is my advanced writing teacher and my favorite one too, probably because he is my only advanced writing teacher he's also my new one at that.

         "But,... I guess I am just not good at writing a mushy lovey-dovey romance story, I want to write about action, adventure, overcoming great obstacles, and feats. Not this garbage." I spoke in a huff.

            "You don't understand, all those things to just named off on that list are all in romance, love for that matter. Here look at it this way take all that passion you feel for those exhilarating topics and envision them as a person, take how much you love all of them and love it like a person."

         I look at him after he finishes his rant, he's aged well for being 65 his hairs white but still all there, and his face does not as nearly any wrinkles as others his age. He takes off his thick black rimmed glasses so his hazel eyes can look into mine to see if he had reached me at all with his words, he didn't.

         I just stood there and gave him an incredulous look, as he let a sigh slip through his lips before he began to speak once more, "Fine just figure out a way to fix this I simply will not except this, especially from you." He finishes just as the bell rings and I rush out of the door to my fourth period. One more to go before lunch, yesssssss!

*******         I was trying to concentrate on what my teacher was writing on the board but all I could think of was what Mr. Schmid has said about how writing a love story is supposed to be when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Matt: Have u told anyone yet?

Me: No and I don't plan too

Matt: Why people here knew, what so differ bout there?

Me: look IDK many people here I don't want them to judge me

Matt: Why!? What so bad bout liking girls 2?

     I decided I had enough of this conversation so now my plan is to simply ignore him, just to spite him. Then my phone buzzed again so I took it out and looked at it.

Matt: Hello?

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Matt: I asked u a question

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Matt: I know u read my text It said so

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Matt: r u ignoring me?

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Matt: I'll take that as a yes, fine b that way I DON'T CARE ANYWAY!

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Matt: ok I take that back talk to me PLEASE!!!

Me: no

           I just simply put my phone gently into my bag just out of range for me to hear a message come in, oh what a shame. After a few pages of notes later the bell, at last, rings. While I pack my things to head to lunch a voice whispers in my ear "I know your secret. Meet me in private music room number eight in five minutes." My whole body goes cold and freezes at those words. By the time I have the courage to turn around the classroom is empty. I go over the options I have but I only have one real option, go to private music room eight.

            The thing is, I have only been here for about a month but I already know that music room eight is abandoned and off-limits to students. From what I have heard is that its supposed to stay locked but sometimes students are lucky enough to find it open or break in. Students use that room for all sorts of stuff from drugs, to sex, and a bunch of other illegal stuff students can think of as long as they figure out how to get in. No one even really knows who has a key to the room because not even the staff can get into that room when it locked.If you ask me this is the perfect place to commit murder and hide the body because no one would be able to get in there to find a decomposing body. Maybe I should have written my will first, in the five minutes I had to get to the music room, that is. I don't even know how I am supposed to get in the room I guess the person who asked me here will have unlocked the door already.

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Sorry the chapter's so short I just needed to get the first chapter out there for Wattpad Pride month when I first wrote this, and I never came back to this book for the longest time. I had originally started this book on a different account (that I don't really use anymore) but I decided that I wanted to come back and continue writing this book. Hope you guys like!!!