Characters.

Makaela Lawson. 16 years old.
Ross Campbell. 17 years old.
Stacy Kershaw. 16 years old.
Emma Winsten. 17 years old.
Elizabeth Ishaq. 16 years old.
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Katy Lawson. 13 years old.
Opal Lawson. 42 years old.
Terrance Kershaw. 29 years old.
Hannah Kershaw. 28 years old.
Bella Kershaw. 28 years old.
Liam Kershaw. 28 years old.
Josh Kershaw. 24 years old.
Robert Kershaw. 23 years old.
Iona Kershaw. 22 years old.
Caroline Kershaw. 20 years old.
Jasmine Kershaw. 20 years old.
Kyle Kershaw. 19 years old.
Kerry Kershaw. 19 years old.
Micheale Kershaw. 18 years old.
Siraj Ishaq. 18 years old.
Mobeen Ishaq. 18 years old.
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Peter Aghul. 17 years old.
Lilliana Johnstone. 16 years old.
Ginger Main. 16 years old.
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Wendy Cullet. 53 years old.
Frank Cullet. 55 years old.
Hope MacShaw. 78 years old.
George MacShaw. 82 years old.
Jake Oliver. 13 years old.
Daryl Hooper. 12 years old.
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Anonymous driver. 18 years old.
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Dr Fondooler. 54 years old.
Nurse Racheal. 23 years old.
Nurse Erin. 27 years old.
Nurse Fiona. 21 years old.
Nurse Kylie. 19 years old.
Nurse Nina. 29 years old.
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Mr Piper. 38 years old.
Mrs Faith. 43 years old.
Mrs Christie. 56 years old.
Ms Marshall. 45 years old.
Mr Davidson. 47 years old.
Mr Clark. 26 years old.
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Blake Matthews. 18 years old.
Brian Matthews. 17 years old.
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First day.

"ELA! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE, YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE ON THE FIRST DAY OF BEING A BIG GIRL AT YOUR SCHOOL! HURRY UP, I'LL BE WAITING IN THE CAR!!", I heard my mother yell up, from the bottom of the stairs. I run down just as my mom slams the front door closed, sighing I grab my bag and books. Looking around I realize I've lost my left shoe. Helpful. Running around the house I can hear my mom getting impatient, she honks the car's horn, indicating she isn't going to wait much longer. Last year she took Katy to school and I had to walk, I was late by about an hour that day... Finally I find my shoe hiding in the cat's basket, I slip it on and run out. I practically jump into the car and only just manage to buckle the seat-belt when my mom speeds off onto the main road to get us to school.

I smile as I see Ross near the school entrance. The second my mom stops the car I fling the car door open and get out. I wave bye to her and kiss Katy's forehead, she's 13 but I treat her like she's 6 since she acts like it. I skip over to Ross and fling my arms around him, he wraps his arms around my waist. We stand like that for a few minute and then let go, I look up at him and smile. His beautiful blue eyes bore into my dark brown ones, I see so much in those eyes, so many memories and good times. He's always been there for me. The school bully, Peter, strolls past and deliberately knocks into me. I fall onto Ross and he laughs. I glare at Peter as me and Ross get back on our feet. Ross takes my hand in his and leads us both into the school building. We're not dating, many people think we are and many people think we should, but we're not. Just best friends.

His locker is right next to mine, we requested it that way. I look over at him from my locker and he looks too, smiling at me as he grabs his French dictionary from a shelf. This causes an avalanche of textbooks, folders, etc, to fall from his locker and onto the ground. He sighs and silently curses under his breath. I giggle and help him pick up his books. He smiles again, a smile that reaches his eyes, my favorite kind of smile. I smile back and place his books carefully back into his locker. As I do so a small scrunched up sheet of paper falls out a textbook. I go to pick it up but he grabs it before I can. He shoves it in his pocket and runs his hand through his hair nervously. I shrug it off, if he's keeping something from me it's his own business. He closes over his locker door and takes my hand,
"We goin' to class, Mak?" he asked me, I can tell he's trying to distract me from whatever the paper was but I nod anyway.
"Yeah, sure, let's go." I respond as he proceeds to drag me through the corridor to our first class which we have together.

This day seems to drag on... and on and on... absolutely nothing happening, at all. It's lunch, finally, I'm starved. I sit down next to Ross with the girls. Stacy grins at me and Ross,
"Come on, people!" she says, sounding somewhat annoyed, "When the heck are you going to become a couple? Everyone's waiting!" she explains to us, she keeps looking between the two of us. Expecting us to magically follow her will and kiss or something. Not going to happen. Ross shakes his head, trying not to laugh,
"Nah, Stacy. There's nothing here," he says the last part as if he's dissapointed, does he want something more? "Just friend, like always, right, Mak?" I nod in response to his question, still trying to figure out my own. Stacy lets out a high sigh,
"Sure, sure! Just friends. That's what they all say," she finishes, winking at me. I giggle and shake my head, like Ross did,
"Maybe because they're smart, Stacy?" I inquire, looking up at her from me pizza,
"Nope, they're all love-sick morons, honey!" she stated with a grin on her face. I laugh, knowing she's referring to me.
I glance around the room and catch the eye of some new girl. She's quite pretty but I can also see her eyeing up Ross. Good luck, new girl. Ross has plenty of girls all over him but they all mean nothing to him. I've never found out who he actually does like, someone he prefers over all the rest. There has to be one girl, everyone has that one person. In Ross' case, he's very fortunate. I wonder if she knows...

As if deliberately interupting my thoughts, the school bitches walk over to our table, they are both covered in so much fake tan they look like they'd bathed in it,
"Hey Makaela, Ross is single right? You're not pretty enough for him anyway!" the fakest of the two states simply, as though it's the answer to the question '1+1=?'. I feel myself being pushed from my seat, by the blonde girl's sidekick. It doesn't hurt, but as I try to get up from the floor I see the brunette picking up a slice of my pizza. She looks at her 'leader' and the blonde bitch nods. Next thing I know, before anyone else can react, I have a slice of pizza hurtling towards me. Instead of moving, that would be the logical thing, I scream as the tomato-ish sauce (it's a school dinner, it's not going to be organic, real, tomatoes) covers my top and shorts. Ross' eyes widen and he help me up, Emma hands me a wash cloth to wipe off the main damage, Stacy glares at the bitches and they hurry away from our table laughing. We all stand there untill Liz suggests I change clothes. I nod and start to make my way to my locker, I always have a spare set of clothes in there. Ross grabs my arm,
We'll get them back for this. You can count on that!" he assures me, I giggle and look at him,
"I know, I can always count on you, Ross. Thank you," I tell him this and he grins like a fool, he releases his grip on my arm letting me go to my locker.

The only spare clothes I have in my locker are more fancy that what I would wear normally in school but it's all I have. So I change into them in the school toilet's and walk back to our lunch table. Elizabeth hugs me and whispers in my ear,
"I'm not even joking here, but I seriously think you and Ross should date! I'll see what I can do," she winks and without another word she skips over to Ross and starts talking to him. I'm really curious about what they're talking about but before I can even think about getting closer, Stacy shouts from the other end of the table. I walk over and look at her questioningly,
"Which top?" she asks me, showing up a pink sparkly top and a pink glittery top. I point to the sparkly one, there's hardly a difference between them but she's stressing out about it. She nods and flings away the glittery one like it's an unwanted rag. I laugh and walk over to Ross and Liz. They've stopped talking by now though, I look at Liz and she winks again. I'm not sure what that means though... And I'm not so sure whether it's good or not...

Date.

"Ugh! I seriously want to kill those girls, who do they think they are? The President? You can't just fling pizza at a person and push her off a seat! It's not right, especially if you look like an orange barbie!" Stacy has been ranting about that incident for around 15 mintues now. We are all standing outside the school building like we always do, talking untill Stacy's mom comes and picks her up. Then we all walk home...
"Stacy, calm down. It's fine, they'll give up eventually." Ross states simply to Stacy, this doesn't calm her down at all though, she goes into 'thinking mood', she does this sometimes.
"Ahaa! I know, Ross date Ela. They'll have to leave you alone, right?!" she asks, excitedly, as if she's just figured out a way to cure cancer.
"No, Stacy, they'll surely bug us more?" Ross replies, everyone else is watching their discussion,
"Ross, no! They'll leave you alone! Trust me, they just like going after hot single boys untill they either win 'em over and then break up with him or untill the boy finds someone else..." Stacy tellsRoss, each of us getting more and more interested in what she has to say. This is why she's our leader. She knows a lot about this kind of thing, a lot more than us that's for sure!
Before Ross could respond Stacy's big brother appears in his car, she frowns,
"Josh, you're early. Mom always gives me time to talk to my friends before she picks me up!" she remarks rather nastily,
"I don't care, I'm the only person available to pick you up, unless you want to walk? I'm not waitin'." He answers, equally as nastily.
Stacy sighs and storms to the car. She sits down in the passenger seat and waves bye to all of us. Liz and Emma start walking home together, after waving bye and hugging me. I look over at Ross,
"So, uh, I could message my mom and tell her I'll walk?" I ask him, so he doesn't have to walk alone, like he usually does,
"Nah, Liz, I think you should message her and tell her you're going to be really late home."
"Huh? Why would I do that?"
"I have an idea!"
"Uhh... Okay, sure..." I take my phone out of my back pocket and text my mom, telling her I'll be late home and not to worry or pick me up. I look up at Ross' gorgeous face,
"So, mind telling me why I just did that?" I enquire, looking at him. He chuckles, but doesn't respond. Then I feel his hand grab mine, they fit perfectly together. I can feel a blush slowly creeping along my face.
"I'll show you, later. I brought my car today." He grins and pulls me along to his car and opens the passenger side door. I sit down and buckle the seatbelt as he closes my door and walks to his side and gets in.

We arrived at a cute little part of the beach. Mostly empty because it's partly hidden. Ross gets out of his side, after turning off the engine, and he opens my door for me. I get out and leave my bag in the car. He takes my hand again and grins as a blush gradually forms on my face but he says nothing. He leads us to a picnic area that has, maybe, three couples lounging around. One couple has gone all out, placing candles around them and feeding each other strawberris. It's rather shaded here, because of a cliff blocking out most of the sunlit and a whole lot of trees providing cover. Ross sits down and pats the ground in front of him, I smile and sit down too. He pulls out a few food things from his school bag, I've learned not to question him though so I make no comments on why he would have picnic food in his bag. He grins, seeing my face and tries to explain,
"I've had this planned for a while... Just never had the courage to take you. So, uh, I have food in here everyday, in case I decide to actually get you here. Oh but don't worry, I make sure it's still fresh! It's not been sitting in there for months or anything. I made sure, or else it would smell funny and I kinda don't want that. It would also spoil this and thn I would die and none of us would, probably, want that. Soo, uhm, yeah..." he stops, realising he was rambling and I giggle as he makes an 'I'm so stupid' face. He mostly brought fruit but there's marshmallows and Nutella, so I'm happy. He laughs when I notice the Nutella and slides the jar over,
"I mostly brought it for you. Eat it all if you wish."
"No! You need to eat some, Ross. It's absolutely delicous..."
"I don't like it so much... It's too rich and stuff."
"You're hopeless!" Then I pick up the jar and dip a marshmallow in it, once it's fully coated I fling it at him and laugh as it sticks to his cheek. He leaves it there and grabs a strawberry, covering it also in Nutella and rubbing it along my forehead. I fakely gasp and 'glare' at him. He laughs and shrugs as if it's no big deal. I grin and stick a few more marshmallows around his face, while he covers my face in Nutella like some fake girl's foundation. I manage to also cover his face in the Nutella but with added white, large marshmallows. We laugh and once we stop laughing we take deep breaths, look at each other and burst into more laughter. The couples around us watch as if we're children who need to be disipined, so we stop and actually finish the picnic.

After we are both full Ross clears up all the remaining food and packs it all away quickly. I sit back and watch so I don't get in the way, it's so much quicker just letting him do it his way. Once it's all away he stands up and offers me a hand in getting me up. I happily take it but after I'm standing he doesn't let go. He leads me back to his car and, once again, opens the door for me. Once I'm in and he has climbed into his seat and has the engine on he looks at me, before heading out of the beach parking lot,
"You had fun, right? It wasn't too much?" He asks, a hint of worry in his voice. I shake my head,
"Of course I had fun, it was amazing!" I respond, smiling as his face turns from one full of worry into a happy, smiling one.
"That's great! So, uhm, I wanted to ask you something..." His smiles falters saying this and his face turns worried again,
"Yeah?" I ask, unsure what else to say but really wanting to get that smile back on his face,
"Would you... Do me the honours of being your boyfriend?" I hear his voice crack a little and have to contain my laughter that this was what got him so worked up, when other - slightly more normal things- don't,
"Ross, of course! I would love yo... Although, so long as it means I can be your girlfriend, because otherwise it would be awkward..."
He smiles and laughs after I shut up,
"Yes, yes, I guess that would work! I kinda can't believe said yes!" he tells me,
"Puh-lease! I'm not that

retarded!" I assure him as he drives, finally, out of the beach and takes me home.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.11.2012

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