December 3. You hand in an art trip form to the teacher. Then sat in your seat "Hey G.O, are you going to go to the art trip?" you asked him "I'll think about it. Are you going?" he asked. "Yup. I just handed the form in." you responded. "I might go then." said G.O giving you an eye smile. As you were drawing with the book as a reference standing up, G.O looks at you, with his book standing too, knocks down yours. You pout while he's laughing at your cuteness. You place your book up right again and knock down his. A constant back and forth unil G.O holds his book still and you now cant knock his book over.

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The day you wernt feeling well, you messaged G.O on facebook to text him what happened in class today.

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On the day of the art trip that you both payed for, on the bus G.O hit your head with a poster that he got from the first gallery we visited. All of the art was from students in the city. Then at the next gallery that was the most famous in the area, everyone splited up into groups, you couldn't see where G.O and his friends went.

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Short chapters. I might just do short chapers and finish off in the next chapter. WARNING: THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE VERY SAD ONCE THEY FAST FORWARD TO 2ND YEAR COLLAGE