Chapter 3
by 
QwertyuiopLito
What happens at school?
Normal stuff.
Thankfully, the walk to school was rather uneventful, relatively speaking. Yes, I did sit down infront of a dog peeing on a pole to let him soak the girly yellow sundress I decided to wear to school so that I got properly bullied and made fun of. Then, I added my pee to it, soaking my own clothes. I made sure to soak my bag with all my books as well.
The first class was history. When the teacher, Mr. Harrison, called for submissions, I walked up and placed the wet, crumpled ball on his desk. Mr. Harrison glanced at it, then back at me. "Ah" was all he said as he gave a knowing nod, "As expected." He made a note in his grade book, completely unperturbed. Another zero. Another consequence I had deliberately engineered for myself; and another casual acceptance.
Later, walking through the crowded hallway, I spotted Sarah, my crush. Her laugh, bright and musical, drifted over from her locker. My heart did a familiar lurch, a mix of longing and adolescent awkwardness. I wanted to tell her she had the prettiest smile, that I thought about her all the time. I decided I should stop being a coward and just go ask her out.