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    *Tap tap tap*  The noise coming from Alex hitting his pencil against the table is the only thing that keeps me awake at the moment.  I slide myself to the other side of the table in the same position and lift my head.  He doesn't seem to notice the glare at first.  I clear my throat making sure it is loud enough for him to hear.  The moment he looks into my eyes he drops his pencil onto the floor.
    "...sorry," he finally manages to spill out.  He reaches down to pick up his pencil.  We don't break eye contact until after he begins acting like he is taking notes again.  Alex is like the village idiot in pre-cal.  Well, to the normal people at least.  To the jocks he is more like a pet.  They usually spend their time hitting and making fun of him.  He just laughs along; negative attention is enough to keep him happy.
    I turn away and put my head back down.  Turns out I was wrong before.  His pencil wasn't the only thing keeping me awake.  The high pitched voice coming from the teacher is the main reason, I just didn't realize because the pencil tapping was much more annoying and made me forget about the lesson.
    I slide back in my desk and look up at the screen. The month before the TAKS tests are horrible, especially junior year.  In your core classes you will be reviewing nearly everyday.  Reviewing the same material that you've reviewed since 8th grade.   You have to pass every single one to graduate.  It is a rather easy task to people with brains.  Unfortunatly I go to a school with a lot of stupid people, so the teachers have to spend every minute they can teaching or most people won't pass which will make them look bad.  Its one big waste of time to me.  Not trying to brag, but I've got commended on every single one of my TAKS tests since elementrary school.
    I look up at the electronic clock on the wall.  The red numbers show 1:45.  With five minutes left in class I decide to start the assignment and finish it with 2 minutes left to put up my book and calculator.
    The bell rings and I go to the door.  I try to be either really fast or really slow getting up because I have both my ex and her boyfriend in that class and its really awkward to run into them.  I get out before which is good because I don't have to see them holding hands in front of me.  Its not that I want her back or anything, I'm the one who broke up with her.  Its just weird because I gave her 7 months of my life.  I have to walk around the front of the building to get to the closest stair case which is also the most narrow staircase so you have to push and pull your way through the crowd.  I look at all the posters on the wall as I walk through the hall, mostly advertising for the basketball since we are 3rd in the state.
    I walk into Latin and see that most of the Asians are already there.  That class is more than half Asians, but my favorite is Rosalie.  She's grown up with all of them in Eastridge, but isn't that much apart of the Asian click.  She sits apart from them, next to me.  Not that there is anything wrong with the Asian click. I just like that she is more of my friend than she is theirs.
    I stop to talk to Ms. Howell on the way to my desk.  "Hi Magistra, did Dalvin say if he was going on the Latin trip yet?"  Latin regionals were only last weekend, but she start planning state right after.  I got beat on my Latin grammar test by Dalvin, so I can only go if he decides not to.  I would have gotten higher for sure if that teacher at Amarillo High wouldn't of taken my test before I was finished.  "No, I haven't asked him.  Maybe you should talk to him."  As you can see Ms. Howell was quite the joker.  Even if I saw Dalvin, which is unlikely since it's Febuary and regionals were the first time I've seen Dalvin all year, getting that kid to talk is impossible.
    I walk to my desk.  I'm not going to lie, I'm a little discouraged.  This is my last year of Latin and there is a high chance that I won't get to go to state.  "Hey Rosalie", I greet as I set my stuff down next to my desk.  Without looking up from the book she was reading she raises a finger signaling for me to hold on.  Her index finger would of worked just as well, but she has always had a strange obsession with the middle finger for some reason.
    She finally shuts the book and puts it back in her bag.   "So Breanna, me and my boyfriend broke-up,"  She's been with him since middle school so I would have expected her to have smeared make-up and puffy red cheeks from where she had been crying.  Instead, the only thing she wears is a smile.
    "Uh, congradulations?  Is this a good thing?"  I really am confused.
    "Yes it is.  We are taking a break for awhile.  He's just becoming to boring lately.  All he wants to do is sit at home all day and do nothing.  I'm wasting my teen years because I never get to go anywhere or do anything fun because I'm with him...  I just want someone a little less mature," she looks up, almost as if on cue, to daydream.
    "Well, how can you expect someone who is 5 years older than you to be fun enough for a highschooler?" I laugh.
    "First off, he is only 4 years older than me," she spent awhile thinking then finally, "I'm sure if I could think of a second of all it would show you up!"  
    Kendy hands us both a paper and Ms. Howell gives us permission to work with a partner.  I guess we all know who I'm choosing.  "You do the first five of each section and I'll do the last five," Rosalie orders.  I shake my head in agreement then start.
    I make it through most of the pages, but begin struggling on the true or false.  It was one of those ones where if it's a false you have to write the correct term.  I stick my pencil in my mouth and bite down hard, almost as if to assure myself that it wouldn't be going anywhere.
    False, Odysseus is the one who found the golden fleece.  Wait true, Odysseus was the one who went on the long trip Jason was the one who found it.  No they both went on long trips did they not?  Hmm, no Odysseus was the one who got stranded on the island of lesbo's right?  Yeah!  He fucked Vanessa Williams and they didn't want him to leave because he was the only man they had ever seen.  True, I finally wrote down.  If Jason wasn't the right answer to the question than at least I had one really great thought process before I answered that question.  Vanessa Williams may be old now but back when they made that movie she was a fox!
    I look up to see Andrew on the floor spinning himself on the floor, Wanna-be B-boy style.  I say wanna-be because he is way too fat to be trying to do anything B-boy.  It appears him and an actual dancer are having a fake little battle.  Tommy stands on his desk and backflips off and Andrew, Andrew continues pulling himself along the floor.  You may be thinking where is the teacher in all of this.  She's there watching it all go down, laughing and saying things like "oh my heavens" and "you're killing me, you're really killing me".  The only thing I really find funny is when Andrew finally gets up his new jersey is covered in dust and dirt.
    I toss my answers over to Rosalie and put on my headphones.  A Hollywood Undead song plays although I'm pretty sure that wasn't the last song I had listened to on it.  "That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches.  So don't you try we backing 9's we leave you dead in ditches."  I don't really like the faggot word, but the song is too catchy for me to take it off my ipod completely.
    Out of the corner of my eye I see Samantha beating Raymond with her packet.  I swear, everytime I see her she is doing something to him.  One time I looked over to see her with a pen in her hand saying, "Raymond do you want me to STAB you!?"  She was kidding of course, but damn, it was intimidating to me and I wasn't even the one she was threatening.
    She's a real pretty girl.  Light brown skin, wavy hair, a skinny little freshman.  The only make-up she wears is eye make-up which really works for her.  She always has the coolest designs which on anyone else would make them look like a tranny, but somehow she pulls it off.  I think she might be bipolar or have anger management issues though.  She is a softball player and I am a softball manager.  It was the first game of the season and it was only supposed to be me and Adrian in the press box, but there were atleast 7 more girls in there.  The coach began walking toward me and I thought she was looking up so I said, "We are going to get introuble with all of you up here."  I hadn't noticed, but right at the moment I said that, Sam was walking in. 
    She quickly replied, "I didn't want to be up here anyway."  Slammed the door and ran away.  I thought she was kidding at first, but she was actually being serious.  I tried going to where she was sitting and explaining it to her but she kept cutting me off,     "No, you don't have to apologize." saying, clearly pissed.
    "Well you should come back..." I started.
    "No, it's fine"
    "But I..."
    "It's fine, I just needed to tell my best friend something," I think she was trying to make me feel guilty.
    As I got up I said, "I'll go get her for you if you're not going to go back in there."
    "No, don't."
    I shook my head in agreement with her, but in the end I got her friend anyways.   I still feel bad about that to this day.  She seems to have not let it go either because she doesn't really talk to me that much anymore.  It's really the only reason why I think about her.  I've been trying to find a way to make it up, but I don't know near enough about her to know how.  Truthfully, if she wasn't so pretty I probably wouldn't care one way or another.
    I am so caught up in my daydreaming I didn't seem to notice the bell just rang.  I put my pencil in my backpack and grab my paper Rosalie left on her desk to turn it in.  By the time I get out the halls are full.  I am reminded of the game frogger.  How you have to pick the exact time to hop out or else you will get ran over by a truck and lose a life.  The only differences are instead of trucks its hoodlem kids and instead of losing a life you look like a jackass.