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Chelsea Demont Clesson Creative Writing 9/23/2009

//Stacey- 18 year old girl. Nice, outgoing, smart. Senior. Mark- 18 year old boy. Football jock. Senior. Gretchen- Stacey’s best friend. 17 years old. Scene- In Math class, at 12:00//

The Question By Chelsea Demont

“Girls, this is the second time I’ve told you today. Keep it quiet!” Mr. Brown barked to Stacey and Gretchen.

“Alright, Mr. Brown. We’re sorry,” Stacey said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll ask you. I mean, who else would he ask?” whispered Gretchen to Stacey.

“I don’t know, its 10 days before homecoming... don’t you think if he was going to ask me, he would’ve already? I already have a dress and everything.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting for the perfect moment. You never know, he could be a romantic type of guy,” Gretchen said, “But then again, it’s Mark Johnson. I don’t think the words “romantic” and “Mark Johnson” have ever been in the same sentence together.”

“Stacey, this is for you. It says to go to the office right away.” Mr. Brown says, “You just seem to always be getting in trouble.”

Stacey got up and went to the office.

“Mr. Brown said I got a note to come here?” Stacey asked, “I’m guessing it’s for tardies.”

“Oh yes, Stacey. No it’s not from tardies, there is a note for you from someone. They dropped it off this morning. Let me go get it.” The school secretary said.

The first thing that went through Stacey’s mind was Mark. It must be his way of asking her. It had to be him. He is romantic. Now she can have all the stress from worrying about a date gone. Finally.

“Here you go!” the secretary said. Stacey grabbed the note. She was so excited she could feel her own heart beating. The note read: //Stacey, make sure you pick up your sister after school. Love, mom.//

Stacey sighed. This is not what she had in mind. “Thanks” Stacey said to the secretary, and started walking back to her classroom.

“Did you get a detention?” Gretchen asked. “Haven’t you had 4 this year so far?”

“No, it was just a note.” Stacey replied.

“From mark?!”

“That’s what I thought. But no…just my mom telling me to pick up Jane after school.”

“Alright class, no homework tonight. See you tomorrow.” Mr. Brown said.

The girls packed their stuff up and began walking to their next class. As their walking, they see him.

“Great. There he is. Act like were in a conversation so he doesn’t come up and talk to me.” Stacey said to Gretchen.

“Whoa, just gonna walk by me there Stacey?” Mark said.

“Well, I’m kinda in a hurry, sorry.” Stacey replied

“Oh, well I was hoping you wouldn’t be. I had something to ask you.”

“Well, I really can’t be late. Is it important?”

“Well, if you consider homecoming important.” Mark laughed, “I was wondering, will you go to homecoming with me?”

“That’s just what I’ve been waiting to hear. Of course I will.”