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High School Bad Boys
High School Bad Boys
High School Profile
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First Name: Candice
Middle Name: Rebecca
Last Name: Rose
Address: 27 West Street
Apt: -- (House)
Borough: Manhattan
Zip Code: 10005
City: New York City
State: New York
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Age: 17 years old
Gender/Sex: Female
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color(s): Brown
Height: 5' 6.5
Weight: 110 lbs
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Email: [email protected]
Home Phone Number: 1 - 718 - 234 - 5678
Mobile Number: 1 - 347 - 234 - 5678
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Grade in the Fall: 11th Grade
Member ID: 1462239045678
Average Grade: 99.8
Interest/Activities: Literature, Math, Social Studies and Biology
Teacher Recommandations: Candice Rose is a very wonderful girl, adored by many teachers. She is also very kind to everyone around her. In her spare times, she helps other class members with tutoring. In addition, she has done 200 hours of cummunity service. Candice is also very studious. She develops and understand ideas very quickly. Despite the fact that all of her academic courses are advanced program, she is the student with the highest achievement and with the highest honor. Candice is a girl with numerous amount of talent and it would be impossible to name is all.
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First Name: Sebastian
Middle Name: --
Last Name: Blake
Address: 30 West Street
Apt: -- (House)
Borough: Manhattan
Zip Code: 10005
City: New York City
State: New York
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Age: 18 years old
Gender/Sex: Male
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color(s): Bark Brown
Height: 6' 1.5
Weight: 173 lbs
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Email Address: [email protected]
Home Phone Number: 1 -718 - 000 - 0001
Mobile Number: 1 - 718 - 000 - 0002
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Grade in the Fall: 11th Grade
Member ID: 1173089045462
Average Grade: 79.2
Interest/Activities: --
Teacher Recommandations: Sebastian Blake had been expelled from at least 5 school and had dentention for more than 10 times. Despite his poor grade average, Sebastian is very creative. If Sebastian improve his grades and stop getting in trouble, he would make an excellent student.
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"Congratulations honey!" mom said with false enthusiasm over the phone. And I could tell she was telling me it only half - heartedly. Paper rustling in the background and her high heels were running around all over the place. And I would hear her breath like she was rushing somewhere.
It's been a very long time since we've seen each other and today was the first time we've talked over the phone in 3 years and 1 month. I don't even know if I even miss her.
"Thank you! But you did all of the appling - that was the hard work so thank you!" I said. I wasn't excited because I was talking to her. I was excited because I got into my dream high school - Fortman High School For Excellence. I've been dreaming of going here ever since 7th grade when my teacher was talking about it.
The light cream colored paper was sitting in front of me with the elegant envelope along with it. The scripted handwriting printed my address on it.
"Oh, but you worked hard to get the grades! So, still congratulations to you! I don't even know what to say, honey. I wish I was there with you." mom said. Again, I can tell she doesn't mean it. She's over 100 miles away from here, in fact she isn't even on the same contuinent as me - she is all the way in London, England. In addition, she haven't been part of my life for almost 4 years.
"Yeah." I murmured.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Did you get my mail?"
"Yeah, I did."
"So? . . . ?" She asked.
"Wait, I need to open it. . . I was just so caught up with the acceptance letter that I didn't even look at the other stuff yet." I added quickly so i didn't hurt her feelings.
"It's ok, honey, I know, I know." she said, "Ah ha! Found it!" And I knew she wasn't talking to me. She wasn't even putting her heart into this conversation with her daugther that she almost forgot.
I let out a silence sigh. I opened the package from her and I found a pair of key.
"Mom! You brought me an apartment?!" I asked.
"No, not an apartment, I brought you a house." she said.
"Oh my God, my very first apartment, oh thank you, thank you mom!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, I figure tthat the new house is closer to Fortman than the old house." she said. I can hear her lock the door of her house.
"Thank you so much." I said.
"Yeah and don't worry about the old house, the bills of the new house or anything, I got it all under control." she said and I could hear the soft purr of her car engine being turned on.
"Thanks mom, I am so happy that - " I started, but was cut by her.
"Look honey, The address of the new house is inside the envelope and everything is inside already, like the furnitures, dishes, food in the refrigerator, etc. And if you need an help or anything call me or talk to the neighbor her name is Mrs. White. She is quite a plesant lady . . . - I actually like her. Candice, I know I just call you 10 minutes ago, but I got to go to work. I can't talk for long. I promise I will call back later, ok?" she said.
I sighed silently to myself again, "Ok, mom."
"I'm really sorry, Candice, please forgive - "
"No, mom, it's ok, I understand you have to work." I said trying to sound happy even though deep down I really want her to talk to me for the whole entire day, "Have a good day mom."
"You have a good day too Candice. I love you." she said.
"I love you too." I said. I'm not even sure if she heard me saying it because she hung up. I missed those times when we used to talk for more than 2 hours. But I feel like everytime I call or she calls, the amount of time gets shorter and shorter until it only lasts 10 minutes. I sighed.
I got up and started packing up my things.
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Sitting in new room, I waited for my phone to ring - waiting for mom to call back like she promised.
Have she already forgetten me? I asked myself. But I shook my head. No, that can't be. Mom was the one who got me into Fortman, she obviously knew what I wanted. In addition, I should be thanking her for working so hard to get me into that school - Wait! I didn't even thank her! How rude of me?
I tried calling mom - wanting to thank her, but her phone was shut.
I stared at my phone for God knows how long, until I gave up.
She is probably working or having a really important meeting. I'll called her next time and thank her.
I got ready for bed, but that didn't stop me from thinking about the fact that this is not the first time that she didn't call like she promised.
I shook my head. I really need to get over this because all that matters is that tomorrow is going to be the first day of school.
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Walking into Fortman High School For Excellence made me so proud of myself. And in order to keep my pride, I was very careful about everything I do.
Ok, rules : 1) raise hand in every single class 2) take notes on every single detail that the teacher talk about!!! 3) read more than 385 books this
year 4) never get an A- or lower 5) do about 200 or more hours of community service 6) and lastly, try to join an extracurricular activity and not be kicked out a few minutes later because I nearly killed everyone in the room. I thought to myself. And if everything is completely, it would be a perfect year!
I followed the sign to the office and waited on line to get my textbooks, schedule, locker number, etc. just like everyone else.
"Next!" the office lady said. Eleanor Sunshine said the golden name tag printed in classy script.
"Hello, Eleanor Sunshine! I'm - "
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Sunshine, the name - "
"Mrs.?"
"Ohh, look, Ms. Sunshine, I am new here, I don't know anybody's name and I don't even know how the school work - so when I saw you name tag that printed Eleanor Sunshine, I thought I could call you that because in my old school we call the teacher by their first name. I am truly sorry. And also I thought I could call you Mrs. Sunshine - " Instantly I cut my talking because I was about to say something really mean.
Because you look pretty old to not be married. I finished the sentence in my head.
"Enough talking." she said and under her breath she murmured "What a chatterbox." My jaws dropped. I was just about to tell her that I am not a chatterbox, I just need to explain what needs to be explained when someone on the line shouted, "How goddamn long do I have to stand here?"
Rude much?! I thought taking in deep breaths.
"Would you like to tell me your name?" Ms. Sunshine asked sounding annoyed. I could tell she doesn't like me already so I quickly told her my name to get it over with.
"Candice Rebecca Rose."
" ... Here is your schedule, your homeroom is 604. And here are your textbooks ... 3 books for literature, 2 books for math and science, 1 book for history, music, gym, health and sex ed. and here is the school handbook - I highly suggest you to read it - "
"Where's my locker?" I asked Ms. Sunshine.
She gave me look saying 'I was just about to get to that.'
What?! I'm sorry that I have to ask because I have more than 10 big ass textbooks in my hand.
She hesitated before she answer as if she wanted me to suffer just a little more. "Your locker number is 458 and here is your locker combination." She slapped the little peice of paper on top of my enormous pile of textbooks.
"Thanks." I said weakly and slowly walked out of the office.
At least I got everything I needed.
"Ok, now I just need to find my locker. 458. 458. 458 -- woooah!" I cried as I ran into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you - woah! ... Are you ok?"
I immeditatly started picking up my book without looking up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." I said.
"Look, I'm sorry." he said.
"It's ok, I should be saying sorry." I said and I scrambled to gather all of the books. He bend down to pick up the books and at the corner of my eyes I caught a glance look of his face and I stopped picking up the books.
Holy cow, he is hot. I thought and looked at him again. This time he caught me looking at him and smirked. I blushed. I probably look more like tomatoes than human.
"I'm Brandon." he said touching my hand. My head went completely blank. I can't think of anything - well maybe except the fact that a super hot guy (and the only guy in my 17 years of living) was touching my hand. My hand. My right hand.
"H - hi. I'm C - Candice Rose." I hope I don't sound as retarded as I heard myself.
Than he did the most surprising thing I could think of: he chuckled and walked away, just like that.
Is that what guys are always like? Make a girl feel retared because she couldn't talk to a guy properly and than just walk off? I thought. I thought for a few more minute before I shook my head and started my journey to find my locker.
Just than the bell rung.
"Oh no! Please, please, I can't be late!" I said to myself.
Just image what the teacher will think of me! I just can't be late today - I just can never be late! Ok, Candice, calm down and think. Think. Ok, think ... Ok, since I am going to be late, I don't have time to spare so I guess I would have to head start to class.
And without a second thought, I turned my heels and hurried to class. I settled down just as the teacher walked in. I quickly got ready for class.
The first half of the day went by very quickly. I got through advanced math, advanced history, health and music; now I have lunch and after lunch I have gym, advanced science, advanced literature and sex ed.
I hurried to the lunchroom because I was starving. I could eat a horse and a cow. (See? Did you see what I did there? I mixed the metaphor of 'I could eat a horse' and 'I could eat a cow' together. Thank you, thank you.)
I went on the lunch line and saw that they were serving spaghetti with meatballs - my favorite.
"Um excuess me, but could you give me a lot. I am starving." I said to the lunch lady when it was my turn.
She gave me a look saying 'Who do you think you are?'
"Never mind." I said, "I was just joking." She handed me the plate, a fork and a knife.
I went outside on the grass and sat down to eat. When there was 5 minutes left, I quickly throw out my things and went to the locker.
"Ok, let's see, turn to the right to the number 36, than turn to the left to the number 7. Than turn the lock to the right two times. Than turn left to the number 59. Pound the center when you are done." I said out loud. I pound the middle. Nothing happened.
I pounded the center again and again and again. Only God knows how much time I pounded the center.
"UGHHH!!! Great. My locker doesn't work." I said.
I pulled the lock as hard as possible. "Open! Open! Open up you stupid locker!"
I got so angry that I punched the space right above the lock and it was a miracle that the lock popped open.
"Maybe violent does come in handy in some situation." I said as I shoved all of the unnecessary books in the locker.
I slammed my locker shut and dashed down the left hall to advanced literature.
I threw the door open just as I got there and immeditantly started to apologize; "Good afternooon Mr. Harris I am so sorry that I am late, my locker was jammed and - "
"Head to the detention room right now young lady!" he yelled. My eyes widen just as he spoke it. Those were the words that I never wanted to hear.
"W - wha - "
"Detention room." he said slowly, "It is room 620."
I am sooo dead! It is going to be on my permanent record! PERMANENT, PERMANENT, PERMANENT record!!!! I will never graduate high school and have a successful life. I will be doomed for the rest of my life. I will never make a good living and when I don't make a good living, I will die from hungier and sadness. Oh, what have a done to my life!! I want to - I thought, but stopped when I reached the detention room.
I knocked on the door.
There was answer.
I opened the door and peeked inside the room. Empty.
Of course, what did I expect, a whole bunch of people? Because people in Fortman know not to waste their education privileged in the detention room.
I was about to go look for the principal when the door flew open and I ran into a wall.
No, my bad, somebody.
I looked up to see who I ran into and immediately my mind mumbled how handsome he was.
He was handsome. Very handsome. So handsome ... Woahhhh. I thought, awestruck.
But than, my mind jumped to conclusion that he could be the principal.
Oh my God, Jesus Christ, WHAT WAS I THINKING??? ABOUT MY PRINCIPAL????
"Look, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have been late on the first day, I knew it. It was just that I was trying to find my locker and I got lost and I bumped into someone and my locker was jammed. And did I tell you that I am new here, you probably know, so please don't expect too much from me. Please don't make this detention go onto the permanent record. I am so sorry, prin
cipal - " I ranted.
"Are you done talking, yet?" he asked.
My eyes widened.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I am not the principal so I don't know why you are calling me principal and I don't care if you are late or whatever." he said.
My cheeks grew hot, "Sorry, I thought that - "
"Save it for someone who cares." he said, walking pass me to get a seat.
My jaws dropped, "What is - "
"Yo Sebastian, did you see the janitor's face when - well, hello there. It seems like there's someone who arrived at the detention room before us." said a guy who just entered the room.
I frowned.
"I'm Brandon." he said, smirking at me.
"Hi." I said quietly. His smirk grew bigger.
"Hey! I know you!" said another's voice. That voice sound familiar. I turned to see him.
Him. HIM!! THAT GUY! THAT GUY FROM THE HALLWAY, THE FIRST GUY WHO TOUCHED MY HANDS!!
"Hey! It's you! That guy! I mean, I know you too." I said to that guy.
"I'm Valentino." he said.
Valentino. Valentino, oh so lovely. I cooed.
"Hi, I'm Candice." I said,blushing, "Thank you for helping me this morning."
"Oh, it's nothing - "
"Since when do you help anyone - "
Someone cleared their throat. I spun around. The principal.
Ellen Lambert, Principal her golden name tag printed.
I ran up to her. "Principal Lambert, I can explain why I am here." I said, quickly, "I am so sorry, don't mean to be late. I am was just trying - "
"Ms. Rose, come to my office where we can talk - "
"Please Principal, I promise I - " her glare stopped me from speaking.
"You too Mr. Blake."
Oh God, I am so doomed. First I was late, than I was sent to detention and now I got myself into more trouble by talking to Mr. Rudehead. What have I done to myself?
"Have a seat." the principal said. I gulped, I took a deep breath, I am ready for it.
"Ms. Rose, the reason that you're here is because I am going to ask you a favor." the principal said.
"A favor?" I asked.
"Yes." she said, nodding.
I relaxed a little.
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