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loads of offers,” She sighed as if that was a terrible thing. This girl truly baffles me sometimes.
     
    “How about Brian Samuels, I heard he asked you out Last week,” Harriet asked braiding her brown hair into tiny braids.
    “As if, he is such a loser. He plays the tuba in the college orchestra,” She groaned with a matter of fact look on her face. Oh yes the shallowness of Poppy is rearing its ugly head. Poor Brian Samuels, he was not that bad even if he was a grade A band geek. If I was Poppy I would not say no, However I did not like mortal boys, they were just too normal for my liking.
    “Poppy he isn’t a loser. Don’t be so shallow,” I muttered opening my bottle of water and taking a large sip.
    “I hear Adam Huddleby has a huge crush on you Elle,” Harriet sniffed taking a bite out of her foot long sub.
    “What?” I asked choking as the water went down my throat the wrong way.
    “Where did you hear that?” I choked. Patting me on the back, Oscar attempted to stop my chocking. It helped a little, but my breathing was still un even.  Adam Huddleby was undoubtedly the most beautiful human I had ever met. He was the leader of our college performing arts class and was charming and sweet and practically everything a girl could want in a guy.  However, being human I was not attracted to him at all. Well ok that is a lie. I would gladly date a mortal if it was him. 
    “Well that is the most interest you have shown in a guy at this place. I was beginning to think you were… You know,” Poppy mumbled.
     
    “Gay?” I asked. Awesome not being attracted to mortal boys makes me inevitably gay. I wonder what it is like in Poppy’s mind. All boys and nothing else, it is surprising how she can function in day to day activities like, breathing.
    “Just because I’m not totally boy crazy like someone we know,” I smiled throwing a piece of my sandwich in her direction. Squealing as it landed on her hand, She scowled at me as the rest of us giggled.
    “I heard it from Mary J in my performing arts class last Monday,” Harriet continued slightly annoyed that she had been interrupted for so long.
    “What did she say?” Carrie asked before I could, but that was fine. I could now seem like I did not care when secretly I did.
    “Just that he thought Elle is a great girl and that he is a bit miffed that she won’t be attending the dance,” She explained removing the braid in her hair with her fingers.
    You don’t care Elle, come on he’s a human. Full on Brown haired, brown eyed, one hundred percent pure human.  No, I’m not convincing myself that well. The bell rang before anyone could say anything else. The words saved by the bell had full effect in this situation.
     
    The last two hours went so slowly that I could have sworn time had stopped. Our head teacher Mr. Fannygin went on and on about some sort of charity event his church were hosting on Bank holiday Monday, Inviting us all to join in and contribute.
    “Just remember to come down on Monday,” he shouted as our class began to run for the door.
    “Just remember to come down on Monday,” Oscar mimicked. “I swear that man is bonkers.”
    “I heard he sleeps in his car!” Harriet exclaimed.
    “Nah, he obviously has a caravan parked at the back of the college,” Carrie giggled.
    I must admit Mr. Fannygin was not the most, well dressed or clean person on the planet. He did look as if he had crawled through a bush or two every morning. As they say, each to their own, maybe he liked being environmentally friendly, and that is the reason why he tends to shower once a month. I had always wondered who lived in the caravan behind the college. I had always thought that it would be someone like my maths teacher Miss Pristen. She was someone who dressed like a full on hippy, with daisy chains wrapped around her head and tulips in her button holes. The teachers in this college were pulled out of a weirdest teacher’s line up. Each of them has a