so i dont really know how to write profesionaly but i hope who ever reads this likes it

instalment 1:
Prelude
Well, I couldn’t help but stare. He was in a rich tux and golden hair swept back with gel. I bet I was a sight for sore eyes. He opened his mouth to a charming half smile. Of course he had pearly whites. His electric blue eyes caught mine. He reached my hand and kissed it. I blushed.
Quite the charmer. I have to marry him. No problem.
“Bridger. A pleaser to, finally, meet you. I assume you are Miss Kherington Dawn” He had a lovely husky voice.
What a cool name!
“Uh, yes I am. Nice to meet you too, Bridger.” My stupid mouth wouldn’t let any other words. That was good, I guess, because I would probably be a bumbling fool. I did an awkward smile just to top it off.
He let go of my hand. He had large hands but they were slim.
It was really weird, just a few days ago I was totally against this whole marriage thing and just after seeing him I was ok with it. How shallow was I? Just letting a good looking guy just sweep me off my feet. Well, as long as he had a good personality I could deal. I bet my parents are glad I was a “go with the flow” type of girl. In the back of my mind though, I couldn’t help but think that I had seen him before. Just not in this form.
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There was this irritating tapping at my back, it was Arden Jones. We were in English class, my least favorite. I let a yawn out. Everybody was looking at me. My teacher, Mrs. Link, was giving me a strong look of disapproval. I was never her star student and ever since I decided to quit her debate team all I got was looks of disapproval. (I was a horrible debater hence it made sense to quit the team, but I made that decision after I had lost the team four debates against other schools).
This look though was one of even more disapproval than I normally got. Shit! I feel asleep. I had a good reason too, I had I fight with my parents. Of course they won; you are not supposed to defy them.
“Kherington Dawn. Is my class that boring or did you just need a nap?”
Both, but I could not say that out loud. “I am sorry Mrs. Link. I won’t let it happen again.” I successfully managed to not answer her question. “Sorry.”
She walked back to her desk and sat for a minute to collect herself. Apparently I hit a sore spot. Jeez I bet I slept through a lecture that was about respect, but we had it yesterday. “Well since you won’t answer my question, you can think about it in detention with Mr. Flem.”
Crap that answer did not work.
“Ok.” What should I say? ‘I don’t agree with your reasoning.’ Yeah right. “Now class, name an irony that we read in ‘Julius Caesar’.”
“Jee~ze, there is only one week left.” This sarcastic comment belonged to Kit Sanders. To be honest I think she only said it because it was the last week of school and detention with Mr. Flem, the science teacher, was a joke. She was the type of girl that would cause trouble just because it was convenient and made her life more interesting, but that is just some people. Also Kit was Mr. Flem’s favorite student. I think it was personally because she often helped out with cleaning up the labs. I heard Arden take a low gasp. Man, Kit is definitely my best friend.
“Well Miss Sanders I hope you enjoy detention with Miss Dawn,” said Mrs. Link just as the bell rang for lunch. This sidetrack from class did not allow her to give us any pointless homework. “Girls, after school come and pick up your detentions in the front office, please.” When she said please, there was no courtesy in her voice.
When we walked out of the class I couldn’t help but laugh. I felt someone link with my arms; it was Arden with a humongous grin. She was also linked with Kit’s arm. “Goodness, yall are so brave! I could never of done that. Wow. Sorry I didn’t wake you up sooner Kherington. I didn’t notice till you where snoring.”
“Snoring! Oh my, that is pretty bad. Was it loud? You know I have a cold right?”
A snort came from Kit. “Ha, was it loud! Are you kidding? Well I guess that you have never heard yourself.” Was I that loud?
“Ouch.” That was the only witty comment I could think of. I turned to Arden for her to confirm Kit answer.
“Well…” this is not good, “She over exaggerated a little bit, but… it was loud enough to hear from the back of the room, where we sit, to the front were the teacher was.” She left me with a sweet smile and unlinked arms to give me a hug. “Not all the cute boys are in that class. So, don’t worry,” she giggled. “But, man, I wish I was that brave like you.” This comment was directed toward Kit now. “Detention will be so much fun. I think that I should try to get one.”
“Key word is ‘try’. I would laugh if you got a detention. You’re Miss Goody-to-shoes.” My words were true. She was very quiet and never caused any problems in class. Arden was that girl that nobody could say anything bad about. She was also one of my best friends.
We went to are lockers to get are lunches. I opened my locker to see an envelope in there. I opened it. It told me to go to the front office at the end of lunch. Surly, Mrs. Link hadn’t called the office for me sleeping. Great, know I get to waste my lunch thinking about the office trip.
Lunch was uneventful. All the tables were full by the time we got to the cafeteria. Instead of sitting with a group of people we did not know, we sat outside on the grass. It was a nice sunny day in California. There were lots of people outside on the lawn, which was weird because all the tables were full. I think the school grew. Some of the people were sleeping, some were eating, and some were tanning. I unbuttoned my yellow polo to tan my chest some. I also I pulled off my classy plaid skirt up so I would not get a funny tan. I took off my red flats to avoid that shoe tan too. It was a simple private school.
The girls’ uniform consisted of a plaid and kaki skirt. The plaid colors were red, yellow, navy, and green. The guys had only kaki pants and shorts. Both genders had a blue and white button down. We had a navy tie with yellow stripes that we wore everyday, except spirit days. You would wear the short sleeve in the springtime and for the winter you had to wear the long-sleeved. This was because in the winter people did not want us sun spoiled people to get sick by not wearing the right amount of clothes. On Fridays we could wear a red or yellow polo with our cool uniform bottoms. We also had team jackets, letterman jackets, navy sweaters, yellow sweaters; the vests were also in those colors.
The bell rang to tell us we needed to pack up and head over to our next classes. As I said goodbye to my friends and told them I needed to go to the office, they gave me that annoying “ohh” when you’re in class and you have to go to the office. At least it was not in class that I had to leave.
Mrs. Wolf, the vice principle, saw me enter the room. With a large grin that would scare any child she told me to enter her room. As I walked threw the doors I saw a kid sitting in a chair. But as I got closer, “kid” was an understatement. He looked like he was already 18, an attractive 18 year old. He wore a Florida gators cap and a black Ron John shirt. He also had light faded jeans and flip flops. I don’t credit myself for being observant but for him I oddly was. Most of the time my lack of observation comes in bites me in the butt, especially in class. This time though, I was not going to let it bite me in the butt.
He made a loud sigh and turned around to meet my eyes. Electric blue. I just glanced just enough to cause an award pause, so I tried to save the moment with a smile. I think my mouth twitched some. His chuckle confirmed it. He started to smile but then he paused and, to what I think, remembered his gloomy mood.
“Well, this is Kerry,” I hated it when people called me that. I just smile it off when it happens. “Mr...”
Achoo! He sneezed, but the lady with her possessed smile just kept on babbling. I don’t think that she noticed that I missed his name.
Why would I be meeting a student in her office? And then the realization hit me, I was giving a new student a tour of the school. The worst part was that he was a boy. I can do girls but it just something about boys that make me nervous. because I swear the opposite sex should not be that hard to talk to.
“Hi, uh, welcome to the school.” Ok, this is where I get nervous because if you knew me you would come to realize I don’t talk to boys. It is. “She will be showing you around the school today. In matter on fact, Kerry, you two have the same schedules except for he is in a high math and instead of your study hall he has art. So could you please show him those rooms along with the others?




so that is it for now, it might change some but who knows