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[Anna]

What would I put in a time capsule? How the hell am I suppose to know what to put in a time capsule. God my teacher is so lame. Who asks that kind of question?

Sitting in Mrs. Logan's 8th period English is torture. Mrs. Logan is 85 years old, 5ft. 4inch. and about 300 pounds. When she smiles you can see her dentures. (I only know they are dentures because they fall out all the time.) Her room is even worse. It looks like you've walked into a Barbie Dream House. Her curtains are frizzy pink and have a rose design on them. Her bulletin board is bordered in pink tissue paper and has pictures from the Home and Gardens magazine. Her white board has ictures of her and a bunch of other old people.

You would think she has some school spirit, but nope not even alittle. Our colors aren't anything close to pink. They're black and green. Even though I don't like sports that much, I still support our team.

Anyways Mrs. Logan told us that we had one night to think of and write a paragraph on what we would put in our time capsule. Then tomorrow you will get a partner, share your paragraphs, then you and your partner would make a time capsule. God she is so lame! Then he walked in.

DING! DING! DING!

As I gather my things and walk out into the hall someone dumps into me and my stuff falls would of my hands and on to the ground. Again.

"DAMMIT!" I say under my breath only so a couple people turn their heads and look at me.

"O jeez. I'm sorry." he says.

It was him. The guy everyone talked about. Not because he's popular. Nope, because he was new. In this little town of Shannon City, Iowa, gossip travels fast.

He was dressed in all black. Oh god he's goth. But as I look into his bright, blue eyes, I see the person he wants to be. Someone normal. All of a sudden I feel my face get hot, my hands start to sweat, I feel myself start to stutter.

"It...It's ok." SHIT!!

"Hi, I'm Zach Sinderman. I'm really sorry I dumped your stuff." He says as he picks up my stuff and hands it to me.

"Don't worry about, happens alot. I'm Anna Locke."

"Well, ok. I'll see you around Anna Locke."

With that he got up and walked off.

[Zach]

I hate moving. This is the 5th time we've moved in 3 years. This time it's to a small town. God. I was just getting friends in the other town, which is hard for me to do. I dress in black. All black. I'm not goth or emo or anything like that, I just like the color.

(SCHOOL)

Room 301...301...301. God where is that fucking room?

299...300...301

Oh my sweet jesus in hell. It's pink. Yeah you heard me. PINK. As I walk up to the teachers dest I can't help but notice that eveyone is staring at me. Oh well. Happens all the time. God this teacher is old, and fat.

"You much be Zach Sinderman." states the teacher. No duh lady, who else would I be?

"Yea that's me."

"Well, I'm Mrs Logan (no shit sherlock) WELCOME to 8th period English. Please find a seat."

DING! DING! DING!

"Well, you will have to find a seat tomorrow. Have a good day!"

As I walked out of the room I grabbed my schedual and started to look at it to see where my next foom was. All of a sudden I bump into somebody. I look up and as I'm about to yella twho ever it was I get a glimpse of the biggest, brownest eyes I've ever seen. Wow she's beautiful.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry."

"It...It's ok.? she stutters.

I don't know what to say. She is so beautiful. She has brown eyes with brunette hair. She was kind of pale but she looked like an angel. I decided to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Zach Sinderman, I'm really sorry I dumped your stuff." I picked up her stuff and handed it to her.

"Don't worry, happens alot. I'm Anna Locke."

God I don't want to leave but I have to get home. My mom will kill me if I don't.

"Well, ok. I'll se you around Anna Locke."

Doubtfully I turned around and walked away. 

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