Tom Felton and Me.

My face was flustered as I open my maths book. The teacher glanced around the room, mentally putting us into pairs that would put all kids out of their comfort zones. All I could hear was the scratching of pens, and the loud breathing coming from my best friend beside me. Her name is Amanda. Then the teacher spoke.
‘Ok Emily.....’ he pointed at me ‘you can go with.................’


Anyway, let me get back to the start. Hi, my name is Emily Hart. Currently at school, England. My biggest dream, be on set for Harry Potter. As a H.P Fanatic, sometimes I couldn’t help blurting out random stuff to do with it. My friend, Amanda, who we call Mandy, was less interested. She got really annoyed sometimes, when I said stuff like “Careful! There are wrackspurts over there!!” but nevertheless, she loved me all the same.

It was a Tuesday morning, I’ll never forget. The big project we were going to be assigned today! And with partners! Knowing our teacher, he would pair me with Derek. The nose picking jerk, who spends most of his time in class with his hand in his pants. Seriously, that is disturbing. Yuck.

I got to school early. You could tell, by the biting of my lip and the tapping of my foot, I was nervous. I couldn’t spend another living MINUTE paired up with Sylvia Richards. She totally like talks in this like, really like, annoying way and it so really bothers me, you know what I mean? Gosh...

Finally class started. I met up with Mandy five minutes before the bell. Quickly gossiped, the usual girl things. We laughed, ALOT. That’s something we do especially good. I don’t give a rat’s unicorn tail about who’s watching; I don’t care if I look like a moron. Life is short, and if you can’t embrace it, why bother? The bell rang in the middle of my joke about Voldemort’s nose. She rolled her eyes and beat me up the stairs, crashing into the door. As she mockingly, and of course dramatically, rubbed her forehead, I laughed, nearly tumbling behind me. The door opened and the teacher stood there, looking at us both with raised eyebrows.

‘Class, we have a new student’ he spoke, eyeing the back row, where a blond sat with his head down. ‘Who would like to show him around the place?’
With my usual, silly, cheerful, helpfulness, I raised my hand, nobody else did. He looked around more a bit, as if trying to find someone else to save the boy from my all-rounded immatureness, in a fun way, of course. I wasn’t like..... Derek. Finally he sighed and pointed at me.

‘Maths, now’ he turned and wrote easy sums on the board. Well, easy for someone like me. I know I was silly, but I was smart to. But kinda had Distractive disorder, I couldn’t help my mind drifting from one place to another. My eyes went from the English posters on the walls, to the math on the board, to my wooden desk, which I had “accidentally” carved in, ILY. ILY means, if you live under a rock, I love you. I was not listening to the teacher.
‘So, Emily, what is the square root of the answer I just said?’ He spoke, knowing that I hadn’t been listening.
‘Ermm....’ I say, looking at anyone for help. Eyes nonchalantly were all looked away from me. Great.
‘Well, for a more preschooler question, what is two plus two?’ he said, mocking a baby voice. I was angry.
‘India’ I said without thinking. OH SH^T! DID I JUST SAY 2+2 WAS INDIA!!!!?? The whole class laughed, and I felt my face go red. Mandy looked up at me through her brown eyes sadly.
‘Anyway, I will be choosing pairs for our project now’ He said. I could still hear the embarrassing laughter echo through the class.

My face was flustered as I open my maths book. The teacher glanced around the room, mentally putting us into pairs that would put all kids out of their comfort zones. All I could hear was the scratching of pens, and the loud breathing coming from my best friend beside me.
‘Ok Emily.....’ she pointed at me ‘you can go with.................’ I was crossing my fingers under the desk, hoping for someone funny, nice, witty, cute.
‘Well, since you volunteered for the new student, I guess you can be paired up with him too’ I cursed under my breath. GREAT, I thought sarcastically. The new guy got up and sat next to me. I looked into his face.

Oh my god," I gasped, eyes instantly widening in awe, "You're Tom Felton."

so, did you like it, want more? Of course you do! Anyway, the intro is always the worse part, so please give it a chance. I haven’t decided on a name yet, so yeah. This is going to be a funny, romantic story. I know you guys will like it. PLEASE comment, rate, review, anything!! Luv you all. COMMENT!