Will You Hear Me If I Cry? Will You Come Before I Die?

"I say we should make it out of clay," I said stubbornly. "No, that’ll never hold. The instant the chemical reaction takes place the clay will melt. I say we use Paper Mache. It will hold better." Margaret said folding her arms and tilting her head back and closing her eyes. You see, Margaret and I never agreed on anything, but somehow we always ended up doing our projects together. We were fusing about what to make our model volcano out of. "It’s basically the same thing!" I shouted back at her. "You're just too much of a know-it-all to recognize!" "Well excuse me if I’m actually educated," She shouted back.

"Shh! Quiet! Others are still working if you two don’t mind." Mr. Williams said. I frowned and sank back into my seat and played with my pencil until the bell had rung. I walked to my locker and when I close it back to leave I saw the face I love to see most. "Hey baby," James said peeking me on the lips. "Wanna go to the Java Cafe?" He asked taking my book bag. "Sure, let me call my sister and let her know I’m going out. You know how she gets when I don’t tell her. She expects me to come home and cook. Since, she is paying most of the bills. It’s not the same since we moved out of our parents’ house," I sighed.

"Well, maybe it was for the best, you know?" He said wrapping an arm around my shoulder.