Everyone flooded into the gym, unaware of what I'd just done, which I supposed, was a good thing. Splitting into two groups, being our clas.s was that large, we switched the basketball out with a field ball, lining up against the wall. Dodge ball, yet again. It was Timmy's favorite game; I refused to call it a sport. I was having a great time, until everyone started tossing the balls at me. One hit my face and I fell back, feeling immediate pain. James helped me up, and I smiled, reas.suring him that I was all right. After wiping my face, I stood up, running back into the game. 

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            After school, Paradise, like always, stayed in her seat. Waiting for all of her cla.ssmates to leave first. Her teacher always gave her a confused look, when she would just sit there. But she'd rather get a confused look at one teacher, then 10 or more students laughing at her for falling. When almost everyone was out, she grabbed her backpack, and smirked at the note that was still on the book. Shaking her head she walked out of clas.s and too her locker. With the corner of her eyes, looking for Lake.

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I ran out of the gym, shoving my friends out the door. We were the first to reach the locker room, quickly changing and running to our other lockers. It made no sense to me why everyone had two lockers. Anyway, I skipped out to my own locker, retrieving my many items, before slowly making my way over to Paradise, my buddies at my side. 

"So, how was the quiz?" I asked with a small grin. 

"Really? I didn't think there were many things hard for you..." I tilted my head, a slight smile peeking up on my face. I turned to see my friends. James pat my back, and we did our very "unprofessional not-so-secret, secret handshake". He waved, walking off, Timothy at his side. It was hard to believe that they'd been my friends since maybe third grade. I turned my attention back to Paradise.

"So... yeah." I didn't have much else to say. There wasn't much really to speak of at the moment. "I got pummeled at PE." I chuckled, flashing my black eye. "It's more noticeable than yours, but now I guess we can be black eye buddies." The randomness of what I'd just said could have caused someone to keel over and die of embara.ssment or something else unheard of. 

           Paradise smirked at the 'secret' handshake of Lake's and James's; but stayed silent. What made her really want to smile, was when he said that he thought there weren't many things hard for her. It was just a nice compliment, or something random Lake said. As usual. She tried to not think about the fact that he thought she was ...Smart? She didn't know the right word, but she did know that his 'compliment' would probably be on her mind for a while.

            Thankful that he changed the subject, she chuckled at him. "You would..." She mumbled to herself, as she put her backpack on her back, and asked, "When is {I can't remember if it is Frank, or Francis....So I'll just guess} Frank picking you up?" 

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I shrugged my shoulders. "Whenever he feels like it. Probably anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour." I guessed. Francis liked to take his time, to many of his professors' dismay. I watched my friends leave before slipping my hands behind my back once again.

"You must be exhausted, being pushed around a lot recently though you aren't used to it. Sorry about that." Thinking of something else to say, mainly to lose the guilt building up inside me, I brought up something I probably shouldn't have. Well, maybe I should have, but it wasn't the most polite thing in the world.  

"So, you've been to my house, but I haven't been to yours. I'd like to see your house from the inside sometime, I mean, if that's okay with you." I figured many people would disagree with this offer, bt she did after all, owe me for saving her in Calculus. 

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           Paradise shrugged, "Well I would let you come over, but you'd have to wait atleast an hour." She rolled her eyes, "My mom takes her time to pick me up..." Ever since she's first been to this school, she had to wait an hour. Her mom did take her good old time. And you'd think it would irritate Paradise, but really; she liked it. It gave her more time to either 1.) Draw. or 2.) Do her homework, so when she got home, she could draw all she wanted, until 12 at night.

She started walking to the door, and motioned Lake to follow.

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"Well, tomorrow "is" weekend. I could just come over then if you liked. Besides, Francis hates coming to pick me up for nothing. Plus, I left my cell in his car; he'll get irritated once he finds out." I sighed. Francis wasn't a true clean freak, but he didn't tolerate filthiness or irresponsibility of certain items either.  

"Then, I don't think your mom would be happy driving a stranger to her house. I'm not the best at introductions." I smiled. It was always the mothers of people that seemed to frighten me when I met them. There was just something about them that made me terrified. Or shy. I couldn't tell the difference honestly.

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Francis honked out of nowhere as soon as I left the building, tapping his watch. He was here early; I supposed he had more than one cl*censored* today, which was fine with me. It meant more time to paint portraits of imaginary people. I glanced apologetically at Paradise, waving as I ran to the car. As I swung the door open, the car lurched forward, meaning if I hadn't jumped in or pulled my leg up, I would have lost a body part, which would have been bad on my part.

It was  speedy drop off, and I was practically tossed out of the car. I sighed, straightening my shirt and adjusting my backpack as I walked towards the door, key in hand. We were having pizza tonight. Again. It was pizza week. Next week would be mexican food week. I shook my head at the thought, hurrying to the front door and unlocking it. Hopping inside and up the stairs, I found myself entering my room, tossing my homework onto my bed for later. Tossing my backpack in no specific place in the room, I walked to my closet, doing as I usually did when Francis wasn't home.

           Paradise leaned on the bench, and searched through her backpack. Trying to find her sketch book and pencil. Lake was right. She was exhausted. This week wasn't very easy. But she shrugged off the thought. Their's always tomarrow.

           After about an hour of drawing about 4 or 5 drawings, her mom finally was in the parking lot. Waiting for her. She quickly got up from the bench, and grabbed her backpack after zipping it up. Then ran to the car. Making sure she didn't trip or anything.

           "Hey mom." She said, while shutting the door, and putting on her seat belt. Her mom wasn't on the phone, but she was still just ignoring her. Not responding. Acting as if Paradise said nothing, as she pulled out of the parking lot. Paradise rolled her eyes at her, and repeated herself, "Hi mom." She said it more firmly this time. Her mom did a quick "hello Paradise" And picked up her phone. Paradise frowned, and layed her head on the door's arm rest. Yes. She was exhausted.

After the whole ride of Paradise's mom yelling at her boss on the phone, she finally parked in the garage. Paradise got right out, and went to the door. Waiting for her mom. Who was still in the car. She finally got out, and started playing with the keys as she walked up the porch steps. After she unlocked the door, Paradise accidently bumped into her mom as they both walked in at the same time. "Sorry." Paradise said, quietly. Hoping her mom didn't get mad or anything. Her mom rolled her eyes, and went back to her phone, after a glare to Paradise, "Sorry, Yeah that was my" she sighed of displeasement. "Daughter"  she mumbled 'daughter' as if she wasn't very proud of it. Paradise sighed and walked to her room. Hoping she wouldn't be there, when Lake came over.

I'd just finished a second portrait of Paradise. It made me blush to think I was somewhat obsessed with her, so much that I'd paint her a couple times, but I was satisfied with my work. I painted another picture, a scene of a waterfall, mainly because I was feeling bored to an extent, with not much else to do. I was looking forward to going over to Paradise's house tomorrow, and I'd somehow remembered exactly where it was.

My phone buzzed and I checked a text sent to me by James. Something about coming over. I didn't use my phone much even if I owned it; I really didn't see the point. Texting back, I told him I was busy. Our conversation went on for a couple minutes, but I refused to tell him. He made many odd as.sumptions, but I laughed to myself, disagreeing with each answer. Eventually he left, leaving me to return to my paintings again. 

Grabbing the second picture of Paradise, I left the attic and placed it in a safe location, approaching my bed. I grabbed a couple boxes, pulling them out and staring at the paper that filled them. It was long ago that I'd gone through my drawings and sketches. Tossing some and saving others, I realized how much I stunk at drawing, and how much better Paradise was than me. I laughed at my suckishness and ended up tossing a box of drawings, leaving it in the middle of the hallway. Francis could take care of it for me, being I was too lazy at the moment, and had homework to do.

Plopping down onto a comfortable position on my bed, I began to start on my Physics equations, which seemed to glare at me from the paper. I eventually finished them off, tossing the work into my backpack. By the time this strenuous work was done, Francis was resting on the couch, his feet propped up on the table, the box of drawings beside him, several scattered on the floor. There was a half empty pizza box beside him, and he was conked out. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help forcing a chuckle, seeing his sorry state. Picking up several pieces of paper and tossing them into the cardboard box, I grabbed two slices of pizza, walking back up to my room to eat them there. I also took a picture for later, not wanting to miss this moment; this was going on the internet. 

Upon finishing my dinner, I prepared myself for bed, ending up on y bed, staring at the ceiling. I yawned, somewhat exhausted from today, but knowing I probably wasn't nearly as exhausted as Paradise must have been. Just thinking of her brought  smile to my face. Perhaps it was the innocent side of her, or maybe even the way she walked, the quiet sound of her voice, or mesmerizing laugh. Finding myself thinking these thing, I blushed, knowing guys usually didn't think of these things; or at least, that was what I'd always believed.  Rolling over, I rubbed my eyes, finding myself falling into a light slumber.