Just a little writing blurb
 
Whoever thought that an 8th grade girl would fall for a 7th grade basketball boy?

Apple squeezed her light amber eyes shut, her hands gripping the edge of her binder. Please let this be over, please let this be over. For some reason she could never understand she did not like this class.

This class being Health. Any other day, she wouldn’t have minded. Today, however, was different. It had suddenly changed from a Health Class to a Sex Ed class… With girls and boys. The horror didn’t end there. The teacher was male. Groaning, Apple put her head on her desk, allowing her sunset/strawberry blond hair to fall around her shoulder. She always got squeamish when it came to talking about blood or private things.