Those Typical Secrets
Two seniors that only have one thing in common, going to the same school. They hate each other because of their friend groups and past. As the two seventeen-year-old get forced to hang out together, things turn more and more complicated. Alissa wonders if Ryder still remembers or if she's just the one holding on to bad memories with him. She has always had a thing for him, but has he had a thing for her? Ryder was a part of the bad boy groups, the stoners that hung out outside of stores or outside of the school. His friends were annoying and always tended to mess with the girls. He's one of the more quiet kind but continues hanging out with them. Alissa is a part of the quiet group, that doesn't mean that she doesn't stick up for herself or argues with people least every day. She hangs out with at least two girls every day because she has no one else to stick with. She didn't mind, she didn't necessarily need many friends. People didn't like her because of her ways of saying the truth whenever it needed to be told. But this isn't your typical sassy and bad boy story, not at all.
"You there, the girl in the black hoodie. Come up here and read your presentation for me and the class." The new teacher said. It was stupid that the other people in the class also needed to hear it, we had gone to the same class for years. I got up to the desk and placed my computer on the table in front of me so I could read it up.
"Hi, my name is Alissa Hart. I am a seventeen-year-old and a senior." I stopped reading as took a deep and shaky breath, feeling the anxiety in my body.
"My favorite color is purple and I like talking about my political opinions. Yes, political sounds scary enough." People started laughing after those words came out of my mouth. I looked up and waited for people to stop laughing so I could continue.
"I have three siblings, Hailey, Michael, and Benjamin. So now I confirmed it, you guys can please stop asking if Michael is my brother now." I laughed a bit at my sentences, it was weeks ago that I wrote this and that's why it shocked me. Did I really write this?
It made the other people giggle as well.
I smiled to myself, this was going surprisingly well. I looked over at the teacher, she just looked at me with a small smile. The crowd became quiet once again.
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