WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO // JEREMIAH

[SYDNEY LOUISE PALMER]

well some girls have a mission ,

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no stealing pwease.
love, shrimp.

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[Jeremiah Xavier Blair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] A backpack slung over his shoulder, and a few books in his hand, Jeremiah couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh as he walked through the hall, his stride not exactly slow, but not enthusiastic either. The first day of school. A part of him looked forward to going to school – hanging with his boys, attending football practices again, but senior year brought the inevitable: college applications. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about the classes he was taking either – though he wasn’t a genius and obviously wouldn’t be the one getting Valedictorian in his class, he was on the honor roll and he did try to maintain reasonable grades (he tried to forget that he did almost fail Calculus last year). As he strolled freely through the halls, he waved to a few friends, exchanged greetings with others, and just felt the first-day feelings that every student probably had. He stopped by his locker – his trust little compartment that had endured much during his past three years, and would probably endure a lot more the coming year – letting his hand rest on the lock as he wracked his brain for the combination that had been long-forgotten for the past three months, but soon the numbers came to his mind. Slipping his books in, he glanced inside his locker in wonder – as he always did whenever a new year started. His locker was almost always messy, never neat, and when the new year started, it seemed like a fresh slate to try to stay organized (one that he always ruined by the end of the first week). He pulled the schedule out of one of the books he had haphazardly stashed it in, now completely wrinkled with bent corners, he tried straightening it out to focus on the words. Honors English was his first class, he noticed as he let a groan tumble out of his mouth. Jeremiah wasn’t too terrible at English, he just wasn’t exactly engaged with it came to reading the painful 1400 pages of Tolstoy’s War and Peace – now that was not exactly a fun experience of his teenage life. It was when he was pondering this when he felt a small girl trip and bump into him. As if on instinct, he tried to reach out and grab the girl (who he had to admit, found completely adorable in the most innocent-type way), but it was too late – she had already hit the ground with all her books splayed all around her. “Are you okay?” Jeremiah asked frantically, bending down to face her, his voice laced with concern. She seemed alright, as she was able to get up from the floor with a grace that a person with a broken leg wouldn’t possess, but yet the guilt for accidentally tripping her was still apparent on his face. “I’m so sorry,” he told her, reaching forward and helping her grab some of her books. He looked up to get a good look at her, as he was still kneeling on the ground. A freshman, clearly, but she seemed younger than that, pigtails in her hair and possibly the cutest girl he had ever seen. She had eyes that expressed nothing but innocent, a smile that seemed to be of a Princess, and though he had never quite had a little sister, he immediately felt a brotherly instinct toward her – which made him feel worse for tripping her. He piled the books on one arm as he stood up, though he didn’t quite give her books back, intent on holding them for her to her class, kindly. “I hope you’re alright, this isn’t exactly how I planned on meeting a new friend,” Jeremiah said with a chuckle. “I’m Jeremiah, by the way.”

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