Farewell...

As a goodbye for the week, here are the next TWO chapters of the Five, plus a funny few. Tell me if I should post anymore story bits. First, the next two chapters in order. If you want to know who Jasper is, you have to read the one at the bottom.

Garret
Ugh...mostly
My mom wanted me to wear a suit to the dance. A dumb suit. That’s for high schoolers, at prom. I tried to tell her that! I walked in and felt like the world was glaring at me. Then, I saw my friends and groaned. Samuel was there, in shorts, shaking his butt. And wouldn’t you know it? They tore. Everyone was cracking up. Jenna shook her head. Chloe laughed loudly along with Bridget. I chuckled. Samuel moaned. We stopped laughing and he ran for the guy’s locker room. “Hey, Samuel! The dork put a fork on the rip in his pants!” Logan shouted. “Huh?” I questioned, glaring at him. “I don’t know, it just rhymed. A suit?” He laughed and walked away. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you look nice.” Bridget told me. I raised one eyebrow at her. “Hey, I warned you.” She said, going back to her jumping circle with Chloe and Jenna. I watched everyone jump and dance stupidly. “Alright, it’s slow ball time!” The DJ announced. Bridget scrambled into the bleachers. I followed her. “Why ya hiding?” I asked. “Too scared. I barely even know how to dance with dudes.” She shrugged. “I’ll...I’ll dance with you.” I stammered. Her eyes lit up. “Really?” She asked. We went into the center of the gym. When the song was over, Jenna whooped. I smiled and Bridget was practically glowing. Samuel walked out of the bathroom. He had stuffed toilet paper everywhere that a rip was. It made his butt look gigantic. We all burst into a fit of laughter, even Samuel.

Bridget
Early on, a change

I could tell that week would be awful right when a kid puked in the hall Monday morning. Chloe seemed meaner than usual. She almost left our table before we waved her over. Then, that afternoon, I told her off. She was offended. So, on a group notion, we removed her. Simple as that, right? Wrong. She was mean to all of us, but mostly me. I came home in tears every day, as if my family weren’t enough. Jenna called constantly with kind words and e-mails. Then, I saw a red-head in the halls. He waved at me. It took me a few minutes to realize it was Jasper. He ran over to me. For some reason, his eighth grade lunch was full and he was moved to ours. “I’ve never heard of a lunch being full before.” I remarked as we walked the halls on Wednesday morning. “It wasn’t. I remembered that you went here and asked if I could...” I nodded. Chloe laughed at me as she cruised the halls, back with her tough friends. I invited Jasper to sit with us. Sure, that outnumbered girls to guys, but Salia would gladly sit with us. Samuel chatted Jasper up. Jasper wowed him with fancy words. Then, Jenna waved her hands. “Let’s have a random facts contest! Jasper and Garret.” “Why me?” Garret moaned happily. “Tongue prints are just as different as fingerprints!” Jasper started. “In West Virginia, it’s illegal to sleep on a train.” Garret rattled. “Kangaroos can’t jump unless their tail is on the ground!” Jasper yelled, hoping to startle Garret. “A cup of gasoline has the same explosive power as five sticks of dynamite!” Garret said with a snap of his fingers. “In Florida, it’s illegal for men to wear strapless gowns.” Jasper said with wide eyes. Garret sunk into his seat. “Can’t top it.” Samuel’s eyes were bugging. “Well, crap.” he said. “I was gonna try that at the next dance.” We all burst out laughing. Heck, we didn’t need Chloe!

Then a funny few...
Garret
Midnight Interruption
I crawled into bed that night, replaying the events in my head. It was almost midnight before I even thought about closing my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a bonk on my window. I shot straight up and glared out the window. Samuel was struggling to climb in my window. “Samuel, what in the name of sports are you doing here?” I whispered and yelled at the same time. “Saying thanks.” He said, patting his hair. “How come everyone’s room is on their second floor?” “You’ve crawled into people’s windows before?” I asked. He nodded, panting. “Yours was awfully tough.” I shook my head. “Is there an end to your weirdness, Samuel?” I asked with a laugh. “Is that a trick question? Or is that just an insult?” He rubbed the back of his neck in thought. I shook my head again. “Don’t strain your head. My question was answered.” He nodded. “Anyway, thanks.” Then, he lifted his leg to climb back out the window. “Samuel!” I hollered. He yelped, gripping the windowsill to keep from falling. “Thanks, too.” I smiled. He smiled also before climbing down into my oak tree.




Bridget
Meeting Jasper
I pulled back on my horse’s rains and stopped for a swig of water. Riding lessons sure were tiring. “You’d better get that sequence right before my next lesson.” My teacher, Daria reminded. I nodded, but she normally didn’t have lessons directly after me. I mean, it was almost four on a Saturday afternoon. I got the sequence right and jumped off Aubrey, the bay horse I rode. As I lead her out of the gate, it bashed into me. A red-headed boy was standing there, holding the chestnut I used to ride. I smiled. “I’m Jasper.” He said before I even asked what his name was. The horse flattened it’s ears at Aubrey. “Do you know what that horse is like?” I asked, unbuckling my helmet. “Yes, I do.” He said. “She’s a meanie.” I said with a nod. “On the contrary, ma'am.” He said. “Huh?” I questioned. He sighed. “No one knows what that means!” I gave him another questioning stare. “I’m in eighth grade, skipped 7th.” I gasped. “Smartie.” I mumbled as I lead Aubrey away. “You know it!” He smiled. I left the ring. As I exited Aubrey’s stall to put up her saddle, he popped up. I screamed and Aubrey’s head shot up. “Hey, are you a writer or something?” he asked. “Yeah, why?” I replied, strolling to the tack room. “I saw this sheet of paper from your novel about a crack in the wall, had your name on it. Looked good to me. I’m a writer too, and...” “Is there any end to your babbling?” I asked. “Insult? Compliment?” He trailed me. “Don’t you know the difference?” I asked, slinging my saddle onto the rack. “I just wanted to let you know...” I shook my head. “Okay, fine.” He nodded. “What do you want from me anyway?” I asked as I put feed in Aubrey’s stall. “I don’t know, an extra friend on Facebook?” He rocked on his heels, smiling too broadly. I shrugged. “Sure, fine.” He smiled wider than before.

So, that should have you reading for the rest of the week!