Here we are! Bella begins tommorrow! Yeah, it's short.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 10
I e-mailed a copy of the book to an eager Clara as I got home from school. Tired, I collapsed onto the old blue couch and started thinking about what on Earth I could do to get this book to Justin. I fingered the copy, which was already torn from being tossed between my friends. When I went into school the next morning, I knew that today would be the day. Later that afternoon, Justin and I were both at our lockers again. “Hayden...” A voice nagged. Dream was standing behind me, arms crossed. “Stop staring at me!” I yelled. Justin looked over, lips pursed just so. “Oh, I have an extra copy of this book I wrote..do you want it?” I stammered. “Awesome, sure.” He said lightly, quickly taking it and stuffing it into his bookbag. He mumbled some more things to himself, quickly adding more to his bookbag before jumping up and running down the hallway. “You made him nervous.” Dream chuckled. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, watching him as he ran down the hallway and out to the buses.
So my novel changed me, obviously. I was still a shy writer, but I was a shy writer with a purpose. Bella had thought I was “so dead” writing this book. I no longer believed her, because I didn’t care nearly half as much what people thought of me or my creation. Now there was only to wait for my book to be read, published, and loved by millions. -Hayden
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
25 pages Chapter 9
One more chapter before Hayden is over and Bella is IN!!!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 9
The large printer ground, flipping fresh sheets of paper over to print two sided. The sixteenth copy was stapled, spitting out of the printer with a squeak. I grabbed the warm stack of books. I had finally finished my novel, This Is Life, and was ready to distribute it Monday. I felt happy Monday morning, carrying a green corduroy messenger bag full of the papers. I took one out of the bag and flipped through it. The dedication was to my friends Dream, Alison, Ben, Eliza, Bella (yes, she had inspired me, too) and Justin, who would probably be shocked by this. “Ooh, books!” Bella screamed as she entered the cafeteria. She grabbed the first one, threw it into her bag, and started applying makeup. “Wow, rude.” I mumbled. Our friends, Sam and John, entered behind her talking. Sam quickly took a book without saying much. He then set it on top of his French horn. “Wow, that’s a big book.” John whistled. A group of our friends entered who all wanted one. Alison screamed and nearly fainted when I gave her one. She immediately began reading it, smiling. “Yay! I knew you’d follow through with it!” Dream gasped as I handed her a copy. “Sweet.” Ben smiled as he walked by our table. Mrs. Regan smiled as I handed her the draft. Eliza pocketed a copy, then fell asleep on it. Sierra ran into my homeroom just to get one. I was feeling like a mini-celebrity. Many people were asking me about the book. Brenda made a little cough as we all took our seats in homeroom. “Can I have one?” She asked quietly. “Yeah!” I nodded, sliding one across the table to her. She quickly opened it and scanned the first chapter. “Now you have to give one to Justin.” Ben said next period. I shook my head. “I know, but what do I do?” “You hit him on the head with it.” Dream said, collapsing into loud laughter. “No! You nicely ask if he wants one.” Alison said, waving her hands. “Yeah, you tell him you have another copy and ask if he wants it.” Ben nodded. “Easy.” “Not so easy, actually. I bet my knees shake and my words come out a million miles an hour.” I replied with a sigh. “You doubt yourself way too much, Hayden. Does that really help you? Answer is no.” Dream told me in a wise tone. “True.” I nodded. I started running through the scene in my head. I would CONFIDENTLY ask Justin if he wanted my book. Yeah, I would be able to do it.
“You can do this!” Eliza said, waving her hands in front of my face in last period. “I can do this!” I yelled back at her. “Good.” She nodded as Mrs. Regan dismissed us. I went to my locker, trying to move my stuff into a bag as slowly as I could. Justin walked out with his friend, waved goodbye, and kneeled on the ground. I swallowed hard and my knees began shaking. I looked to my left to see Ben staring at me. He gave me a quick, “Go ahead” type of nod. I opened my mouth and closed it again as Justin got up and left. I had failed again.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 9
The large printer ground, flipping fresh sheets of paper over to print two sided. The sixteenth copy was stapled, spitting out of the printer with a squeak. I grabbed the warm stack of books. I had finally finished my novel, This Is Life, and was ready to distribute it Monday. I felt happy Monday morning, carrying a green corduroy messenger bag full of the papers. I took one out of the bag and flipped through it. The dedication was to my friends Dream, Alison, Ben, Eliza, Bella (yes, she had inspired me, too) and Justin, who would probably be shocked by this. “Ooh, books!” Bella screamed as she entered the cafeteria. She grabbed the first one, threw it into her bag, and started applying makeup. “Wow, rude.” I mumbled. Our friends, Sam and John, entered behind her talking. Sam quickly took a book without saying much. He then set it on top of his French horn. “Wow, that’s a big book.” John whistled. A group of our friends entered who all wanted one. Alison screamed and nearly fainted when I gave her one. She immediately began reading it, smiling. “Yay! I knew you’d follow through with it!” Dream gasped as I handed her a copy. “Sweet.” Ben smiled as he walked by our table. Mrs. Regan smiled as I handed her the draft. Eliza pocketed a copy, then fell asleep on it. Sierra ran into my homeroom just to get one. I was feeling like a mini-celebrity. Many people were asking me about the book. Brenda made a little cough as we all took our seats in homeroom. “Can I have one?” She asked quietly. “Yeah!” I nodded, sliding one across the table to her. She quickly opened it and scanned the first chapter. “Now you have to give one to Justin.” Ben said next period. I shook my head. “I know, but what do I do?” “You hit him on the head with it.” Dream said, collapsing into loud laughter. “No! You nicely ask if he wants one.” Alison said, waving her hands. “Yeah, you tell him you have another copy and ask if he wants it.” Ben nodded. “Easy.” “Not so easy, actually. I bet my knees shake and my words come out a million miles an hour.” I replied with a sigh. “You doubt yourself way too much, Hayden. Does that really help you? Answer is no.” Dream told me in a wise tone. “True.” I nodded. I started running through the scene in my head. I would CONFIDENTLY ask Justin if he wanted my book. Yeah, I would be able to do it.
“You can do this!” Eliza said, waving her hands in front of my face in last period. “I can do this!” I yelled back at her. “Good.” She nodded as Mrs. Regan dismissed us. I went to my locker, trying to move my stuff into a bag as slowly as I could. Justin walked out with his friend, waved goodbye, and kneeled on the ground. I swallowed hard and my knees began shaking. I looked to my left to see Ben staring at me. He gave me a quick, “Go ahead” type of nod. I opened my mouth and closed it again as Justin got up and left. I had failed again.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Holding my breath!!!
I just composed my first letter to a literary agent!!!!!!!!!! Oh my gosh...I hope this goes well. If not, just to move on! Wish me luck, though!
Monday, May 24, 2010
25 pages...Chapter 8!!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 8
“Do we have homework?” Justin asked randomly, staring into his locker. I opened my mouth to tell him about our annoying amount of math homework when the girl next to him answered, “Math!” She nodded her gigantic earrings and he smiled. “Thanks.” I felt like sobbing. I blinked my eyes a few times, jumped up, and ran outside to the car quickly as I could. “How was the day, honey?” Mom asked with a hopeful smile, as usual. “Ugh.” I grumbled, looking at the sheet in my pocket. I began to worry about my book. When it was finally released, I wondered what the people who had starring roles would think, especially the boy who had “injured me emotionally” . I wondered what he would think about the events in the book. Bella would read about her character and be shocked that she appeared so...mean. Dream would hate her character, who was involved in the Acts of Ben, as well as Ben’s character was. Alison would probably read the whole book in twenty minutes, so I wouldn’t have to worry about her. Justin would see that our characters kissed, and there could be any mixed reaction to that. I started a vicious cycle of panic as Mom pulled into the garage. Nonetheless, I had to finish the book. I typed some of the near final chapters in the book, staring at them with tears in my eyes. The book was nearly done before the year was, and the weight of possible reactions was pressing down hard on me. I blinked and sent an e-mail to Mrs. Regan containing all I had of the novel so far. I thought too much about what people thought of me. The next morning, I walked into homeroom, feeling dreary from last night’s sob-fest. “Hayden.” Mrs. Regan said. “I read your book last night.” “The whole thing?” I gasped. “Let’s just say that the extra cup of coffee wasn’t the best idea.” She smiled. “The ideas are great, and the vocabulary is amazing. I really think you should get it published.” She said. “Wow, really? Thanks!” I replied, strolling back to my seat. Brenda looked up at me and smiled. “Good job.” Eliza nodded. “What’s going on?” Bella sneered. “Oh, just some novel business.” I said, with a flip of my hand. Bella made a face and gathered her things, trying to make me upset that she was going to strings class, with Justin. “Are you going to publish it?” Eliza asked. “Sure, why not?” I said aloud.
Hayden
Chapter 8
“Do we have homework?” Justin asked randomly, staring into his locker. I opened my mouth to tell him about our annoying amount of math homework when the girl next to him answered, “Math!” She nodded her gigantic earrings and he smiled. “Thanks.” I felt like sobbing. I blinked my eyes a few times, jumped up, and ran outside to the car quickly as I could. “How was the day, honey?” Mom asked with a hopeful smile, as usual. “Ugh.” I grumbled, looking at the sheet in my pocket. I began to worry about my book. When it was finally released, I wondered what the people who had starring roles would think, especially the boy who had “injured me emotionally” . I wondered what he would think about the events in the book. Bella would read about her character and be shocked that she appeared so...mean. Dream would hate her character, who was involved in the Acts of Ben, as well as Ben’s character was. Alison would probably read the whole book in twenty minutes, so I wouldn’t have to worry about her. Justin would see that our characters kissed, and there could be any mixed reaction to that. I started a vicious cycle of panic as Mom pulled into the garage. Nonetheless, I had to finish the book. I typed some of the near final chapters in the book, staring at them with tears in my eyes. The book was nearly done before the year was, and the weight of possible reactions was pressing down hard on me. I blinked and sent an e-mail to Mrs. Regan containing all I had of the novel so far. I thought too much about what people thought of me. The next morning, I walked into homeroom, feeling dreary from last night’s sob-fest. “Hayden.” Mrs. Regan said. “I read your book last night.” “The whole thing?” I gasped. “Let’s just say that the extra cup of coffee wasn’t the best idea.” She smiled. “The ideas are great, and the vocabulary is amazing. I really think you should get it published.” She said. “Wow, really? Thanks!” I replied, strolling back to my seat. Brenda looked up at me and smiled. “Good job.” Eliza nodded. “What’s going on?” Bella sneered. “Oh, just some novel business.” I said, with a flip of my hand. Bella made a face and gathered her things, trying to make me upset that she was going to strings class, with Justin. “Are you going to publish it?” Eliza asked. “Sure, why not?” I said aloud.
Friday, May 21, 2010
25 pages-Chapter 7
The rest of the book HAYDEN and the entire book BELLA have been planned out. Since it's now SUMMERTIME!!! you can expect chapters to arrive faster. Here she be!!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 7
I felt sick now. Sick to my stomach, for ever thinking I was going to let Dusty win. “Why did you just do a maniacal laugh?” Alison asked in study hall. She, Ben, Dream, and I were all seated at a table, pretending to read books. “Did I do that out loud?” I asked myself, hiding behind my small book. Ben nodded slowly and Dream clasped both hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh at me. “Who did that?” The mean teacher snapped, evil eyes narrowed as she glared us all down. I quickly flipped a page and pretended to be absorbed by the book. Of course, Alison truly was. She could read an encyclopedia cover to cover, no matter how boring it was. “So, Den, need some Justin help?” Ben asked, quickly snapping his book up as he finished. “Do I ever.” I grumbled. “My knees start shaking like crazy whenever he walks over.” Dream nodded. “She does fail a lot.” I whacked her arm. “Barely felt that.” She muttered, smirking. While Dream was flexing her muscles, I grabbed an unused laptop and logged onto my blog. On my latest post about Justin fails, Clara has written, “Don’t give up! If he’s as easygoing as he seems, you should be having conversations in no time!” I smiled at the comment. Maybe she was right...but I was still the shy writer. “So how often do you talk to Justin?” Ben asked, flipping through pages, stopping to doodle on every three. “Once a month or less.” I grumbled with a toss of my hand. “Ooh, that’s tough.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “Gosh, Hayden failed so much that even Ben can’t help her!” Dream gasped, laughing. I rolled my eyes, but this was true. I scribbled some notes on a paper, stuffed it into my jacket, and sighed. Who was I, really?
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 7
I felt sick now. Sick to my stomach, for ever thinking I was going to let Dusty win. “Why did you just do a maniacal laugh?” Alison asked in study hall. She, Ben, Dream, and I were all seated at a table, pretending to read books. “Did I do that out loud?” I asked myself, hiding behind my small book. Ben nodded slowly and Dream clasped both hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh at me. “Who did that?” The mean teacher snapped, evil eyes narrowed as she glared us all down. I quickly flipped a page and pretended to be absorbed by the book. Of course, Alison truly was. She could read an encyclopedia cover to cover, no matter how boring it was. “So, Den, need some Justin help?” Ben asked, quickly snapping his book up as he finished. “Do I ever.” I grumbled. “My knees start shaking like crazy whenever he walks over.” Dream nodded. “She does fail a lot.” I whacked her arm. “Barely felt that.” She muttered, smirking. While Dream was flexing her muscles, I grabbed an unused laptop and logged onto my blog. On my latest post about Justin fails, Clara has written, “Don’t give up! If he’s as easygoing as he seems, you should be having conversations in no time!” I smiled at the comment. Maybe she was right...but I was still the shy writer. “So how often do you talk to Justin?” Ben asked, flipping through pages, stopping to doodle on every three. “Once a month or less.” I grumbled with a toss of my hand. “Ooh, that’s tough.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “Gosh, Hayden failed so much that even Ben can’t help her!” Dream gasped, laughing. I rolled my eyes, but this was true. I scribbled some notes on a paper, stuffed it into my jacket, and sighed. Who was I, really?
Friday, May 14, 2010
Chapter 6
Here is Chapter 6!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 6
“That was harsh.” Alison said as Bella left. “Wow, you were really and truly paying attention?” I gasped. She nodded. “I can still hear when I’m reading.” She smiled. “What was that something Bella was talking about?” “Oh, she BADLY wants Ben to find out about the Acts of Ben.” I told Alison as we exited the gym. “Why? Ben doesn’t even care about what he did last month.” She shrugged. In homeroom, Eliza sat furiously scribbling with a pen over her packet. “Can I see somebody’s answers?” She panicked, her blue eyes wide. Brenda looked up, picking at a book’s page with her fingernail. “Waited until the last minute, as usual?” I asked Eliza. She nodded. Brenda, without a word, tossed her packet Eliza’s way. “The random silence...” Bella said with a nod to Brenda. Mrs. Regan looked my way. “Hayden.” She motioned with her hand. I stood up and walked to her desk, black flats clicking on the floor like tap shoes. “You’re writing a novel, eh?” I nodded, pushing a strand of curly blonde hair behind my ear. “Let’s just say a little bird told me...” I looked around the room, wondering who would have given me away. Not that I minded; Mrs. Regan could know some publishers. “Would you like to read it?” I asked her. “Oh, yes. I would love to!” She clasped her small hands together and smiled a wide-tooth grin. “I’ll e-mail you a copy when I get home.” I smiled, sitting back down. “Glory, glory.” Bella grumbled under her breath. She took a small picture of Ben out of her binder and stuffed it back in. As I left the room to open my locker, my sweaty hands slipped all over the lock. I grumbled, “Great.” And took my last resort out of my pocket: a rubber surgical glove. Right as I slipped it over my hands, Justin strode to his locker and dropped his stuff on the floor. “Uh...” He stammered, looking at it. “Are you trying to be Michael Jackson or something?” I stammered a weak laugh. “No.” I coughed as he left. I shook my head. My crush-talking skills were pitiful. “Hey, it’s okay, Den. He’s so easygoing, anyone could talk to him.” Ben called as he passed by. “You still don’t get it, right? Tall and shy doesn’t mix with short.” I held up my hands for emphasis. “Just keep trying. You never know.” He said, walking away. “Thanks, Ben.” I muttered to myself. If he was right, I could simply hand Justin a copy of my novel when it was done. Then, he would read it, see that he was in the dedication, and read the scene with our characters kissing on the rooftop. Then, he could...well, that was only a dream. Dusty wanted him, so why not let her have him?
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 6
“That was harsh.” Alison said as Bella left. “Wow, you were really and truly paying attention?” I gasped. She nodded. “I can still hear when I’m reading.” She smiled. “What was that something Bella was talking about?” “Oh, she BADLY wants Ben to find out about the Acts of Ben.” I told Alison as we exited the gym. “Why? Ben doesn’t even care about what he did last month.” She shrugged. In homeroom, Eliza sat furiously scribbling with a pen over her packet. “Can I see somebody’s answers?” She panicked, her blue eyes wide. Brenda looked up, picking at a book’s page with her fingernail. “Waited until the last minute, as usual?” I asked Eliza. She nodded. Brenda, without a word, tossed her packet Eliza’s way. “The random silence...” Bella said with a nod to Brenda. Mrs. Regan looked my way. “Hayden.” She motioned with her hand. I stood up and walked to her desk, black flats clicking on the floor like tap shoes. “You’re writing a novel, eh?” I nodded, pushing a strand of curly blonde hair behind my ear. “Let’s just say a little bird told me...” I looked around the room, wondering who would have given me away. Not that I minded; Mrs. Regan could know some publishers. “Would you like to read it?” I asked her. “Oh, yes. I would love to!” She clasped her small hands together and smiled a wide-tooth grin. “I’ll e-mail you a copy when I get home.” I smiled, sitting back down. “Glory, glory.” Bella grumbled under her breath. She took a small picture of Ben out of her binder and stuffed it back in. As I left the room to open my locker, my sweaty hands slipped all over the lock. I grumbled, “Great.” And took my last resort out of my pocket: a rubber surgical glove. Right as I slipped it over my hands, Justin strode to his locker and dropped his stuff on the floor. “Uh...” He stammered, looking at it. “Are you trying to be Michael Jackson or something?” I stammered a weak laugh. “No.” I coughed as he left. I shook my head. My crush-talking skills were pitiful. “Hey, it’s okay, Den. He’s so easygoing, anyone could talk to him.” Ben called as he passed by. “You still don’t get it, right? Tall and shy doesn’t mix with short.” I held up my hands for emphasis. “Just keep trying. You never know.” He said, walking away. “Thanks, Ben.” I muttered to myself. If he was right, I could simply hand Justin a copy of my novel when it was done. Then, he would read it, see that he was in the dedication, and read the scene with our characters kissing on the rooftop. Then, he could...well, that was only a dream. Dusty wanted him, so why not let her have him?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Book 1...Next Part
V was AMAZING last night, of course. Next week is the first season finale! Let's all hope ABC makes the best decision and keeps it on network!!!
Here's the next chapter! Halfway through Hayden's point of view...nearly on Bella's!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 5
I tied my hair up in a messy bun, loose strands sliding onto my ears. I clicked onto my blog, “Writers and Questions” and read the latest comments. Many were from my old friend Clara, whom I had gone to school with for many years. Clara, who had long blonde hair, freckles, and a toothy smile, lived a life with a packed family home. We hadn’t communicated in a while, but she was now back to writing her own story on a public blog as well. “Can’t wait to read your novel when you finish!” One of her comments said, along with her picture of an anime couple smiling. I smiled at the comment, which reminded me. I typed up a storm, full of fictional events to fill the spaces forming in the plot. “Jason took me up to the room of a building, his personal place.” A line read. This was my latest fictional chapter about my character and Justin’s sneaking away on a date. I really wished this was real, this more above anything else in the book. Kicking on my blue converse sneakers, I headed out the door for another morning at school. Alison was sitting in the gym, reading. “Oh, come on. Talk to us for one second, please!” Dream begged her. “One, done.” Alison smirked, quickly snapping the book back open. “Gosh, do you have to be so antisocial?” Ben asked. “Said the guy with headphones stuffed up his ears.” I remarked, quickly scribbling down some notes for the chapters I would write later that evening. “STEVE!” I heard Dusty call as she entered the gym. Justin’s last name was Stevens, and she called him Steve as a cute pet name. I gagged at the sound of the word. As I coughed loudly, Bella snuffed at me. “She’s cool, you know. She’s on my Color Guard team.” “Oh, like you didn’t hate Dream when Ben liked her.” About three months ago, there had been many little episodes where we all agreed that Ben was in love with Dream. Of course, it filled many chapters of my novel. Dream got her “I’m gonna punch you in the face” look, but Ben couldn’t hear. He was busy trying to look like he was rocking air guitar. “We weren’t friends then.” Bella said. “All of us hated her until a few months ago, too. Except you, of course.” “Dream, back me up here!” I said, waving my hands. “You know Bella was friends with you before the Acts of Ben.” That was what I formally, as a writer, liked to call them. “I’m sick of you guys fighting all the time!” Dream stood up, fists clenched. She stomped down the bleachers, leaving Ben still air strumming, Alison reading, and Bella and me fuming. “You were friends with her before the Acts of Ben.” I told Bella smoothly, walking away. “What? I heard my name!” Ben called, finally slipping a headphone out of his ear. “Oh, it’s nothing.” I said. “No, it’s something.” Bella said with a cold smile. “I’m sure you’ll find out from Hayden soon.”
Here's the next chapter! Halfway through Hayden's point of view...nearly on Bella's!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 5
I tied my hair up in a messy bun, loose strands sliding onto my ears. I clicked onto my blog, “Writers and Questions” and read the latest comments. Many were from my old friend Clara, whom I had gone to school with for many years. Clara, who had long blonde hair, freckles, and a toothy smile, lived a life with a packed family home. We hadn’t communicated in a while, but she was now back to writing her own story on a public blog as well. “Can’t wait to read your novel when you finish!” One of her comments said, along with her picture of an anime couple smiling. I smiled at the comment, which reminded me. I typed up a storm, full of fictional events to fill the spaces forming in the plot. “Jason took me up to the room of a building, his personal place.” A line read. This was my latest fictional chapter about my character and Justin’s sneaking away on a date. I really wished this was real, this more above anything else in the book. Kicking on my blue converse sneakers, I headed out the door for another morning at school. Alison was sitting in the gym, reading. “Oh, come on. Talk to us for one second, please!” Dream begged her. “One, done.” Alison smirked, quickly snapping the book back open. “Gosh, do you have to be so antisocial?” Ben asked. “Said the guy with headphones stuffed up his ears.” I remarked, quickly scribbling down some notes for the chapters I would write later that evening. “STEVE!” I heard Dusty call as she entered the gym. Justin’s last name was Stevens, and she called him Steve as a cute pet name. I gagged at the sound of the word. As I coughed loudly, Bella snuffed at me. “She’s cool, you know. She’s on my Color Guard team.” “Oh, like you didn’t hate Dream when Ben liked her.” About three months ago, there had been many little episodes where we all agreed that Ben was in love with Dream. Of course, it filled many chapters of my novel. Dream got her “I’m gonna punch you in the face” look, but Ben couldn’t hear. He was busy trying to look like he was rocking air guitar. “We weren’t friends then.” Bella said. “All of us hated her until a few months ago, too. Except you, of course.” “Dream, back me up here!” I said, waving my hands. “You know Bella was friends with you before the Acts of Ben.” That was what I formally, as a writer, liked to call them. “I’m sick of you guys fighting all the time!” Dream stood up, fists clenched. She stomped down the bleachers, leaving Ben still air strumming, Alison reading, and Bella and me fuming. “You were friends with her before the Acts of Ben.” I told Bella smoothly, walking away. “What? I heard my name!” Ben called, finally slipping a headphone out of his ear. “Oh, it’s nothing.” I said. “No, it’s something.” Bella said with a cold smile. “I’m sure you’ll find out from Hayden soon.”
Monday, May 10, 2010
Does this chapter reflect my depressed mood?
It should...
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 4
The clouds were collecting the next morning. I woke up, feeling groggy and not wanting to get up, just like a typical teenager. “I just can’t wait to read your book!” My beautiful friend Sierra said. Her long brown hair flowed straight down her back as she walked beside me, talking. “I can’t wait for my character to kick Ben’s butt.” She laughed. Sierra and Ben had dated last year. Every now and again, he would walk to our table and try to scare her. She would do the same to him, and we all helped with her ideas. Of course, Dream’s ideas were the most evil, mine were the silliest, and Alison’s were always, “No! Don’t do that to Ben!” “Morning.” I said, waving to Brenda as I entered homeroom. “Why is it morning? Ugh, I hate them!” Eliza grumbled, curling up comfortably in her desk chair. “Yeah, every hour is night for you.” I laughed. “Got that right.” She agreed, wrapping the sleeve of her denim jacket around her face. “Oh, wake up Eliza! Smell my coffee!” Mrs. Regan laughed, cruising by our desks with a large cup of the smelly stuff. Ugh. I gag at the smell of coffee. “Fresh from the Teacher’s Lounge!” She said, walking to her desk and setting down the mug. Bella opened her large purple purse and dug for one of her many makeup products. She finally selected a purple tube of lipstick and ran it slowly along her lips, glaring into her desk for a reflection. “Eliza, how do I look?” She asked her. “Just fine and dandy.” Eliza grumbled. “That’s not a very friendly thing to say.” Bella huffed. “Look who’s talking.” I muttered under my breath. “Hayden, did you say something?” Bella asked, glaring at me. Her face shone with makeup. “Uh, no. Just taking some mental notes.” “Of course.” Bella gathered her belongings and marched to the door. As she reached the door, she turned. “I’m going to strings class, where JUSTIN is.” She said, smiling. “There is something wrong with that girl.” Eliza muttered, watching Bella as she stomped away. Sadly, however as I left the class, Justin was standing in a hallway corner talking to a tall girl. She had wave blonde hair, like my own, and was nearly as tall as me. He gave a long, loud laugh and gazed into her eyes. I sighed. “Don’t be so depressed about Justin and Dusty.” Alison said, looking up from her new book, which she was halfway through. “How can I not be? Dusty and I look about the same.” I frumped, hating to listen to my own depressed mood. “You never speak to him. SHE’S all over him.” Alison left, leaving me to ponder her wisdom line.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 4
The clouds were collecting the next morning. I woke up, feeling groggy and not wanting to get up, just like a typical teenager. “I just can’t wait to read your book!” My beautiful friend Sierra said. Her long brown hair flowed straight down her back as she walked beside me, talking. “I can’t wait for my character to kick Ben’s butt.” She laughed. Sierra and Ben had dated last year. Every now and again, he would walk to our table and try to scare her. She would do the same to him, and we all helped with her ideas. Of course, Dream’s ideas were the most evil, mine were the silliest, and Alison’s were always, “No! Don’t do that to Ben!” “Morning.” I said, waving to Brenda as I entered homeroom. “Why is it morning? Ugh, I hate them!” Eliza grumbled, curling up comfortably in her desk chair. “Yeah, every hour is night for you.” I laughed. “Got that right.” She agreed, wrapping the sleeve of her denim jacket around her face. “Oh, wake up Eliza! Smell my coffee!” Mrs. Regan laughed, cruising by our desks with a large cup of the smelly stuff. Ugh. I gag at the smell of coffee. “Fresh from the Teacher’s Lounge!” She said, walking to her desk and setting down the mug. Bella opened her large purple purse and dug for one of her many makeup products. She finally selected a purple tube of lipstick and ran it slowly along her lips, glaring into her desk for a reflection. “Eliza, how do I look?” She asked her. “Just fine and dandy.” Eliza grumbled. “That’s not a very friendly thing to say.” Bella huffed. “Look who’s talking.” I muttered under my breath. “Hayden, did you say something?” Bella asked, glaring at me. Her face shone with makeup. “Uh, no. Just taking some mental notes.” “Of course.” Bella gathered her belongings and marched to the door. As she reached the door, she turned. “I’m going to strings class, where JUSTIN is.” She said, smiling. “There is something wrong with that girl.” Eliza muttered, watching Bella as she stomped away. Sadly, however as I left the class, Justin was standing in a hallway corner talking to a tall girl. She had wave blonde hair, like my own, and was nearly as tall as me. He gave a long, loud laugh and gazed into her eyes. I sighed. “Don’t be so depressed about Justin and Dusty.” Alison said, looking up from her new book, which she was halfway through. “How can I not be? Dusty and I look about the same.” I frumped, hating to listen to my own depressed mood. “You never speak to him. SHE’S all over him.” Alison left, leaving me to ponder her wisdom line.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
25 pages Chapter 3
YAHAHAHAHA
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 3
I know what you’re thinking. “Why would a tall girl be afraid of a short nerd?” Well, it’s a lot harder when you have a crush on him. However, when you’re a shy writer, you get weak in the knees whenever this “nerd” approaches, you have a bad habit of inserting way to many “um s in your sentences, and you hate awkward silences, it’s very difficult. Trust me. I threw my binders to the ground and quickly turned my combination lock. I could feel my hands getting sweaty as I saw tan sneakers walk closer towards me. Tan sneakers with many black X’s outlined on them hit the floor beside me. Justin, dressed in a brown shirt and jeans, turned his combination lock as though nothing was happening. However, a storm was going on inside me. It was a storm of questions such as “What should I say?” “Why am I nervous?” “Does he notice that my knees are shaking incredibly hard right now?” Justin looked over at me as his brown bangs fell into his eyes. I bit my lip and looked away, determined not to let any of my secrets escape right in this minute. I slowly, too slowly, drew a binder from my locker and stuffed it into my tearing bookbag. “Do we have any homework?” He asked quickly, glancing over at me. “Uh, yeah, math problems.” I said glancing at my planner, covering an “I Love Justin” with my thumb. He nodded and said nothing more before jumping up and leaving. “Did you fail again today?” Dream asked, standing behind me as she always did. “I guess so.” I responded sadly. “Aw, come on, Den!” Ben called. Ben called me Den because it was one letter away from his name instead of Hay like most people called me. “He’s not that hard to talk to.” “You don’t understand my point of view, do you?” I asked him. Ben picked his guitar case off the ground and took two steps with his long legs toward the door. “Nope. See ya, Dream. Bye, Den.” He pushed the double doors open right as one of our teachers yelled, “Get on the bus! Get outta here!” I thought about how much of my life thoughts about Justin took up. Too much, sadly. “How was the day?” My short haired, exuberant mother asked as I got in the car. “Failure.” I grumbled, pushing my teeming bookbag under the leather seats. “Oh, honey. You’re not a fail!” She said, driving past the mean teachers that ran the car line. As I got home, I quickly finished a chapter of my novel, packing it with events from the fighting. I was hoping to release this and open Bella’s eyes to my world. She needed a good wake up call to stop slapping on makeup, squashing her friends, and trying to go for all the guys. “With a final toss of her hair, Bethany left. ‘She’s nuts.’ Bart said.” This was a line from my book about Ben’s opinion of Bella. “Welcome to the world, princess.” I said to myself, clicking save.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 3
I know what you’re thinking. “Why would a tall girl be afraid of a short nerd?” Well, it’s a lot harder when you have a crush on him. However, when you’re a shy writer, you get weak in the knees whenever this “nerd” approaches, you have a bad habit of inserting way to many “um s in your sentences, and you hate awkward silences, it’s very difficult. Trust me. I threw my binders to the ground and quickly turned my combination lock. I could feel my hands getting sweaty as I saw tan sneakers walk closer towards me. Tan sneakers with many black X’s outlined on them hit the floor beside me. Justin, dressed in a brown shirt and jeans, turned his combination lock as though nothing was happening. However, a storm was going on inside me. It was a storm of questions such as “What should I say?” “Why am I nervous?” “Does he notice that my knees are shaking incredibly hard right now?” Justin looked over at me as his brown bangs fell into his eyes. I bit my lip and looked away, determined not to let any of my secrets escape right in this minute. I slowly, too slowly, drew a binder from my locker and stuffed it into my tearing bookbag. “Do we have any homework?” He asked quickly, glancing over at me. “Uh, yeah, math problems.” I said glancing at my planner, covering an “I Love Justin” with my thumb. He nodded and said nothing more before jumping up and leaving. “Did you fail again today?” Dream asked, standing behind me as she always did. “I guess so.” I responded sadly. “Aw, come on, Den!” Ben called. Ben called me Den because it was one letter away from his name instead of Hay like most people called me. “He’s not that hard to talk to.” “You don’t understand my point of view, do you?” I asked him. Ben picked his guitar case off the ground and took two steps with his long legs toward the door. “Nope. See ya, Dream. Bye, Den.” He pushed the double doors open right as one of our teachers yelled, “Get on the bus! Get outta here!” I thought about how much of my life thoughts about Justin took up. Too much, sadly. “How was the day?” My short haired, exuberant mother asked as I got in the car. “Failure.” I grumbled, pushing my teeming bookbag under the leather seats. “Oh, honey. You’re not a fail!” She said, driving past the mean teachers that ran the car line. As I got home, I quickly finished a chapter of my novel, packing it with events from the fighting. I was hoping to release this and open Bella’s eyes to my world. She needed a good wake up call to stop slapping on makeup, squashing her friends, and trying to go for all the guys. “With a final toss of her hair, Bethany left. ‘She’s nuts.’ Bart said.” This was a line from my book about Ben’s opinion of Bella. “Welcome to the world, princess.” I said to myself, clicking save.
25 pages Chapter 2
Here we go!
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 2
“All right, so you guys need to read the first three chapters of our classroom novel.” Mrs. Regan said as she strolled in between our desks, hands clasped behind her back. Her puffy blonde hair rose above her glasses and wrinkled face. She seemed young for her age, and was definantly cool. Everyone slowly took out the classroom novel, which was slow and boring. Across the room, I saw Brenda take out a book. Brenda, the girl who read almost as much as Alison, was more of a lonely reader, though. I felt kind of sorry for her. She didn’t have many friends to talk to in our class, and she only opened a book every few minutes. As I stretched my arms high above my head, I noticed my fingers grazing the top of the white board. I was too tall for my taste. “If you ever have to look Justin in the eye, he’s gonna think you’re Godzilla’s granddaughter.” Eliza said, looking up at my fingers. Oh, yes, I forgot. Justin is absurdly short for his age. Being fourteen like the rest of us, he stands at barely five feet tall, if that. “He already does, Eliza. He was SO shocked when I told him that Hayden loved him.” Bella said, placing both of her wide hands on her heart. “You DID?” I gasped. Bella collapsed with laughter, nearly falling out of her chair. I rolled my eyes. “Bella, I really hate it when you do stupid things like that.” I huffed. “It’s really cool to watch you overreact.” Eliza muttered, placing her strappy black flats on her desk and rested. “Whip out the video cameras, then.” I grumbled angrily. I really hated it when Bella acted up like this. Brenda lowered her book and watched me as I slumped lower in my seat, annoyed. “God, don’t take everything so seriously!” Bella snapped. I rolled my eyes at her and quickly made a note of the troubles to put in my novel. Eliza made a thick mark with her pen down the side of the first page of her packet and dropped her head on the desk. “Must be nice having friends who don’t sleep all the time.” Bella huffed, crossing her skinny-jeans clad legs into her chair. “I don’t sleep all the time.” I reminded her. “No, but you’re always absorbed by that book you’re writing. Oh, and it’s a pure fantasy world. Nothing happens that’s not the way you want it to in there.” “Not so. Characters fight, break up, and are metaphorically stabbed.” I said angrily. The bell rang, dismissing us to our lockers for the end of the day. I breathed in nervously. Time to face Justin.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 2
“All right, so you guys need to read the first three chapters of our classroom novel.” Mrs. Regan said as she strolled in between our desks, hands clasped behind her back. Her puffy blonde hair rose above her glasses and wrinkled face. She seemed young for her age, and was definantly cool. Everyone slowly took out the classroom novel, which was slow and boring. Across the room, I saw Brenda take out a book. Brenda, the girl who read almost as much as Alison, was more of a lonely reader, though. I felt kind of sorry for her. She didn’t have many friends to talk to in our class, and she only opened a book every few minutes. As I stretched my arms high above my head, I noticed my fingers grazing the top of the white board. I was too tall for my taste. “If you ever have to look Justin in the eye, he’s gonna think you’re Godzilla’s granddaughter.” Eliza said, looking up at my fingers. Oh, yes, I forgot. Justin is absurdly short for his age. Being fourteen like the rest of us, he stands at barely five feet tall, if that. “He already does, Eliza. He was SO shocked when I told him that Hayden loved him.” Bella said, placing both of her wide hands on her heart. “You DID?” I gasped. Bella collapsed with laughter, nearly falling out of her chair. I rolled my eyes. “Bella, I really hate it when you do stupid things like that.” I huffed. “It’s really cool to watch you overreact.” Eliza muttered, placing her strappy black flats on her desk and rested. “Whip out the video cameras, then.” I grumbled angrily. I really hated it when Bella acted up like this. Brenda lowered her book and watched me as I slumped lower in my seat, annoyed. “God, don’t take everything so seriously!” Bella snapped. I rolled my eyes at her and quickly made a note of the troubles to put in my novel. Eliza made a thick mark with her pen down the side of the first page of her packet and dropped her head on the desk. “Must be nice having friends who don’t sleep all the time.” Bella huffed, crossing her skinny-jeans clad legs into her chair. “I don’t sleep all the time.” I reminded her. “No, but you’re always absorbed by that book you’re writing. Oh, and it’s a pure fantasy world. Nothing happens that’s not the way you want it to in there.” “Not so. Characters fight, break up, and are metaphorically stabbed.” I said angrily. The bell rang, dismissing us to our lockers for the end of the day. I breathed in nervously. Time to face Justin.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Twenty-five pages KICK START!!!
This is a start to my newest novel, Twenty-five pages. This is prolouge and Book 1, Chapter 1
Twenty-five Pages
Twenty-five pages was all it took to change everyone’s lives forever. Slim, typical pages telling a story of a girl’s life were given to various people and had its effect everyone’s life. Twenty-five pages, each read through, talked about, cried over, pondered over, and enjoyed by ten people. The story of the story will live forever. The points of view from the shy writer, the annoying friend, the tough girl with a soft inside, the avid reader, the girl who just doesn’t care, the tall rocker, the ideal dork, the lonely reader, the sweet English teacher, and the distant old friend will be forever remembered.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 1
I was always the writer, the quiet writer. Over the summer that I turned fourteen, I was badly injured emotionally. Months later, still scared, I began my book that was intended to be completely about that experience. My plans for the book branched out into my life, fictional and true events included in this. The entire time over the course of the book, I worried about what my friends would think. Of course, they were in this book, too. Some of the things I said weren’t so good, either. I gnawed off my nails with nearly every chapter. “Yep, you’re so dead.” My friend Bella laughed at me when I told her about the book. She twirled her strawberry blonde hair around her fingers and opened her lipstick covered mouth wide. Lately, Bella had been trying too hard to get a man in her life. She coated herself in makeup and ruined her appearance; her obsessive nature didn’t help either. Her crush and good friend of mine, Ben, had pushed himself as far away from her as he could. His brown eyes would widen with fright against his pale skin whenever her name was mentioned. Eliza, our friend who didn’t care about much, leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her straight black hair. Her blue eyes closed with sleep and she nodded her dark-skinned head at us. “What?” She called from this sleeping position. “Hayden’s writing a book, and it’s gonna ruin her life.” Bella called. “Wonderful.” Eliza muttered, barely moving. My friend Derricka, the tough chick, thought it was a good idea. When I brought it up in PE, her curly brown hair nodded as she agreed. “I’m all about someone being themselves. Look at me! I’m tough as I want, I go by Dream, and I don’t care who says what.” She then promptly turned and left into the gym. Alison, dark hair tied in a ponytail, scuttled after us. Her blue thin wire glasses were perched on the tip of her dark nose as she walked slowly and read at the same time. Alison was a very avid reader, always with a book in her hands. Ben waved from across the gym as we began running. “Ooh, another book!” Alison crooned. “I’m sure you’re halfway through the school library now.” Dream(Derricka) replied. “No, about a quarter. High school libraries are pretty awesome and large.” Alison reminded, trying to run while reading her book. Being a Freshman like the rest of us, Alison was astounded at how many more books there were compared to middle school libraries. After the class, I took some notes on the day’s events for use in my story. Across the room, Justin sat. Justin, with swayed brown hair, glasses, a perfect personality, and an amazing smile, was the ideal nerd. So, of course, he was my crush. He also had a starring role in my book, an added worry to my publishing stress. “Staring at him again?” Bella asked in a snide tone. “Oh, like you aren’t staring at Ben.” I replied, angry. “No! I am over Ben!” She said matter-of-factly. This happened on and off every few weeks, which guys she liked and which she didn’t. I drew a swirl up the left side of my paper, smiling. “What are you writing about me?” Bella panicked. I laughed. Really, I didn’t want Bella as my friend for much longer.
Twenty-five Pages
Twenty-five pages was all it took to change everyone’s lives forever. Slim, typical pages telling a story of a girl’s life were given to various people and had its effect everyone’s life. Twenty-five pages, each read through, talked about, cried over, pondered over, and enjoyed by ten people. The story of the story will live forever. The points of view from the shy writer, the annoying friend, the tough girl with a soft inside, the avid reader, the girl who just doesn’t care, the tall rocker, the ideal dork, the lonely reader, the sweet English teacher, and the distant old friend will be forever remembered.
Book 1
Hayden
Chapter 1
I was always the writer, the quiet writer. Over the summer that I turned fourteen, I was badly injured emotionally. Months later, still scared, I began my book that was intended to be completely about that experience. My plans for the book branched out into my life, fictional and true events included in this. The entire time over the course of the book, I worried about what my friends would think. Of course, they were in this book, too. Some of the things I said weren’t so good, either. I gnawed off my nails with nearly every chapter. “Yep, you’re so dead.” My friend Bella laughed at me when I told her about the book. She twirled her strawberry blonde hair around her fingers and opened her lipstick covered mouth wide. Lately, Bella had been trying too hard to get a man in her life. She coated herself in makeup and ruined her appearance; her obsessive nature didn’t help either. Her crush and good friend of mine, Ben, had pushed himself as far away from her as he could. His brown eyes would widen with fright against his pale skin whenever her name was mentioned. Eliza, our friend who didn’t care about much, leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her straight black hair. Her blue eyes closed with sleep and she nodded her dark-skinned head at us. “What?” She called from this sleeping position. “Hayden’s writing a book, and it’s gonna ruin her life.” Bella called. “Wonderful.” Eliza muttered, barely moving. My friend Derricka, the tough chick, thought it was a good idea. When I brought it up in PE, her curly brown hair nodded as she agreed. “I’m all about someone being themselves. Look at me! I’m tough as I want, I go by Dream, and I don’t care who says what.” She then promptly turned and left into the gym. Alison, dark hair tied in a ponytail, scuttled after us. Her blue thin wire glasses were perched on the tip of her dark nose as she walked slowly and read at the same time. Alison was a very avid reader, always with a book in her hands. Ben waved from across the gym as we began running. “Ooh, another book!” Alison crooned. “I’m sure you’re halfway through the school library now.” Dream(Derricka) replied. “No, about a quarter. High school libraries are pretty awesome and large.” Alison reminded, trying to run while reading her book. Being a Freshman like the rest of us, Alison was astounded at how many more books there were compared to middle school libraries. After the class, I took some notes on the day’s events for use in my story. Across the room, Justin sat. Justin, with swayed brown hair, glasses, a perfect personality, and an amazing smile, was the ideal nerd. So, of course, he was my crush. He also had a starring role in my book, an added worry to my publishing stress. “Staring at him again?” Bella asked in a snide tone. “Oh, like you aren’t staring at Ben.” I replied, angry. “No! I am over Ben!” She said matter-of-factly. This happened on and off every few weeks, which guys she liked and which she didn’t. I drew a swirl up the left side of my paper, smiling. “What are you writing about me?” Bella panicked. I laughed. Really, I didn’t want Bella as my friend for much longer.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Tribute
This is a tribute to the best version of jingle bells I ever heard!!! by the way, just got blood taken. Ow.
Jingle bells, Freshman SMELL!!
Sophmores GO AWAY!
Juniors YUCK! Seniors SUCK!
Middle schoolers run this thang!!!
Jingle bells, Freshman SMELL!!
Sophmores GO AWAY!
Juniors YUCK! Seniors SUCK!
Middle schoolers run this thang!!!
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Ok, that um, obsession?
Yeah, boring, right? Sorry. Here's something more entertaining...the prolouge and 1st chapter to my new story, Mind Trick! WHHOOOPPPPAAA! I feel this is gonna be a change from my comedy/real life writing. Time for some sci-fi/action!
Tanner ran faster and faster down the hallways of the Special Minds Agency, SMA. His black hair and papers blew out behind him as he raced passed other suit-clad workers. He was trying to get to Michael, the head of SMA, and tell him about a new discovery. Tanner’s glasses began to slip down his nose as he ran faster and faster. “Michael! Michael!” He cried, bursting into the office, panting. “Easy, Tanner. Be calm. Sit down.” Michael said. His brown leather chair was turned toward the window of the office that was completely invisible to normal humans. Tanner nodded, not even seeing his boss’s face, and sat down in one of the black leather chairs lining the walls. “Now.” Michael added, turning his chair around. His blonde hair was swept to the left neatly and his suit was pressed and ironed. “What was it you needed to tell me?” “We’ve found another! Our mind scans of the world have found another!” Tanner breathed, his eyes wide with awe. “I never though those would find recruits.” Michael added, calmly staring toward the ceiling of his office where twenty TV’s were stationed, showing him the current action of other people they had found and made them workers for SMA. “How old is this new one?” Michael asked, pressing his fingertips together and leaning forward. “She’s fifteen, sir.” Tanner said. Michael nodded. “Teenagers are the most valuable recruits. Good job, Tanner.” Tanner let out a breath of relief and smiled. “Where is she?” Michael asked. “A town called Weste.” Tanner added. “It’s in Montana.” “Even more perfect.” Michael added with a sneer. “Lonely towns are the best place to make our calm appearances. Get yourself ready, Tanner. We’ve got a recruit to catch.”
Chapter 1
Amber Harris walked into the main room at her church. Hundreds of teens were there, standing in their circles of friends as the leaders tuned their guitars. She saw her five friends leaning against the back wall. First to lunge and hug her was her friend Janie. Her brown hair flowed behind her as she jumped and squealed. “Amber! I missed you!” She cried. “Janie! It’s not even been a week!” Amber laughed, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. Janie leaned back and sighed. She put her hands on her skinny jean-clad hips and cocked her head to show off her skin-tight black tank and heels. Amber laughed and walked forward to where Carina, in her yellow polo and flowered mini skirt, was standing, hips cocked as always. Her bright blonde hair, blonder than normal due to extreme highlights, glowed like a siren light among the room. Next to her stood Kayla, the shortest of her friends. Kayla had curly black hair, thin wire glasses, and was wearing a grey jacket, light jeans, and brown flip flops. She nodded and laughed as Carina talked with her hands and hips. Mesmerized by Carina was Jack. He had on a black fedora over his curly brown hair, red skull shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. He was the tallest of them and was practically ignoring his friend Sam. Sam had light blonde locks that fell onto his freckled face, a green camp shirt, cargo shorts, and black shoes. “Hey, guys!” Amber declared. Carina widened her eyes and waved. “I am SOOO excited for kicking off this year!” She gasped. “Yeah!” Kayla agreed with a nod. Jack shook his head to get out of his trance as Sam growled at him. “I guess so.” Jack said with a little shrug. Carina narrowed her eyes at him. “Just because you’re not enthusiastic about all the church activities...” She replied, cocking her hips and arching her hand at him. “Actually, no one is but you.” Sam replied. “Ooh!” Janie laughed, approaching. “Alright, guys!” called one of the leaders, picking up his guitar. “Find a seat, but don’t sit and let’s sing!” Amber eagerly followed her friends to their seats. “This is what I live for!” Janie screamed, extending her arms. Suddenly, Amber heard a voice. “God, I wish Grant would love me.” It said in a sing-song tone. She widened her eyes. Her thoughts didn’t sound like that and Grant was a junior! She whipped around, trying to see if anyone just randomly decided to spill their secrets to her. No one was there. Amber stopped dead and just glared over her shoulder. “Dude, what’s the problem?” Jack asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the rest of the group without even getting an explanation from her. As the music started, she heard a male voice. “I LOVE this song!” Glaring around, she didn’t see Sam or Jack anywhere near her, they were on the end of the row, clapping. Again, Amber looked over her shoulder but there was no one in the rows behind them. “Are you okay?” Kayla asked, looking over at her. “Yeah. I think I’m having daydreams or something.” Amber laughed, rapping her fingers on her skull. Inside, she didn’t have a clue what was happening. Suddenly, three voices at once collided in her head, their words entangling eachother. Amber’s eyes widened again. This was really abnormal. Then, ten more voices collided. They kept coming, in larger combinations, and wouldn’t stop. Amber slapped her hands over her ears and looked straight down at the plaid carpet. “What are you doing?” Carina whined, tugging at Amber’s hands. “Sing!” Amber moved her lips, pretending to look regular. The voices kept coming and coming, but now there were so many that she couldn’t understand the words at all. As the song ended, she heard more voices over the clapping. Moaning, Amber looked down again, wondering if she was going insane from a headache. “Dude, seriously!” Sam gasped at her, looking past the other few. “Do you guys hear any voices?” She asked them. “Like, hundreds and hundreds all at once? And you can’t make out any words, at all?” Sam shook his head. “Where’d you get that?” Jack asked, tugging on the brim of his fedora. “No way.” Janie said with a shrug. “No.” Kayla said softly, shaking her head. “Uh, no. That’s really crazy.” Carina said with a nod of her head. Amber stopped and took a deep breath. She found a moment of peace before the voices came back. This time, they were bouncing all over her head; she could even feel them hitting the walls of her skull. She then let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Pretty good, right?
Tanner ran faster and faster down the hallways of the Special Minds Agency, SMA. His black hair and papers blew out behind him as he raced passed other suit-clad workers. He was trying to get to Michael, the head of SMA, and tell him about a new discovery. Tanner’s glasses began to slip down his nose as he ran faster and faster. “Michael! Michael!” He cried, bursting into the office, panting. “Easy, Tanner. Be calm. Sit down.” Michael said. His brown leather chair was turned toward the window of the office that was completely invisible to normal humans. Tanner nodded, not even seeing his boss’s face, and sat down in one of the black leather chairs lining the walls. “Now.” Michael added, turning his chair around. His blonde hair was swept to the left neatly and his suit was pressed and ironed. “What was it you needed to tell me?” “We’ve found another! Our mind scans of the world have found another!” Tanner breathed, his eyes wide with awe. “I never though those would find recruits.” Michael added, calmly staring toward the ceiling of his office where twenty TV’s were stationed, showing him the current action of other people they had found and made them workers for SMA. “How old is this new one?” Michael asked, pressing his fingertips together and leaning forward. “She’s fifteen, sir.” Tanner said. Michael nodded. “Teenagers are the most valuable recruits. Good job, Tanner.” Tanner let out a breath of relief and smiled. “Where is she?” Michael asked. “A town called Weste.” Tanner added. “It’s in Montana.” “Even more perfect.” Michael added with a sneer. “Lonely towns are the best place to make our calm appearances. Get yourself ready, Tanner. We’ve got a recruit to catch.”
Chapter 1
Amber Harris walked into the main room at her church. Hundreds of teens were there, standing in their circles of friends as the leaders tuned their guitars. She saw her five friends leaning against the back wall. First to lunge and hug her was her friend Janie. Her brown hair flowed behind her as she jumped and squealed. “Amber! I missed you!” She cried. “Janie! It’s not even been a week!” Amber laughed, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. Janie leaned back and sighed. She put her hands on her skinny jean-clad hips and cocked her head to show off her skin-tight black tank and heels. Amber laughed and walked forward to where Carina, in her yellow polo and flowered mini skirt, was standing, hips cocked as always. Her bright blonde hair, blonder than normal due to extreme highlights, glowed like a siren light among the room. Next to her stood Kayla, the shortest of her friends. Kayla had curly black hair, thin wire glasses, and was wearing a grey jacket, light jeans, and brown flip flops. She nodded and laughed as Carina talked with her hands and hips. Mesmerized by Carina was Jack. He had on a black fedora over his curly brown hair, red skull shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. He was the tallest of them and was practically ignoring his friend Sam. Sam had light blonde locks that fell onto his freckled face, a green camp shirt, cargo shorts, and black shoes. “Hey, guys!” Amber declared. Carina widened her eyes and waved. “I am SOOO excited for kicking off this year!” She gasped. “Yeah!” Kayla agreed with a nod. Jack shook his head to get out of his trance as Sam growled at him. “I guess so.” Jack said with a little shrug. Carina narrowed her eyes at him. “Just because you’re not enthusiastic about all the church activities...” She replied, cocking her hips and arching her hand at him. “Actually, no one is but you.” Sam replied. “Ooh!” Janie laughed, approaching. “Alright, guys!” called one of the leaders, picking up his guitar. “Find a seat, but don’t sit and let’s sing!” Amber eagerly followed her friends to their seats. “This is what I live for!” Janie screamed, extending her arms. Suddenly, Amber heard a voice. “God, I wish Grant would love me.” It said in a sing-song tone. She widened her eyes. Her thoughts didn’t sound like that and Grant was a junior! She whipped around, trying to see if anyone just randomly decided to spill their secrets to her. No one was there. Amber stopped dead and just glared over her shoulder. “Dude, what’s the problem?” Jack asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the rest of the group without even getting an explanation from her. As the music started, she heard a male voice. “I LOVE this song!” Glaring around, she didn’t see Sam or Jack anywhere near her, they were on the end of the row, clapping. Again, Amber looked over her shoulder but there was no one in the rows behind them. “Are you okay?” Kayla asked, looking over at her. “Yeah. I think I’m having daydreams or something.” Amber laughed, rapping her fingers on her skull. Inside, she didn’t have a clue what was happening. Suddenly, three voices at once collided in her head, their words entangling eachother. Amber’s eyes widened again. This was really abnormal. Then, ten more voices collided. They kept coming, in larger combinations, and wouldn’t stop. Amber slapped her hands over her ears and looked straight down at the plaid carpet. “What are you doing?” Carina whined, tugging at Amber’s hands. “Sing!” Amber moved her lips, pretending to look regular. The voices kept coming and coming, but now there were so many that she couldn’t understand the words at all. As the song ended, she heard more voices over the clapping. Moaning, Amber looked down again, wondering if she was going insane from a headache. “Dude, seriously!” Sam gasped at her, looking past the other few. “Do you guys hear any voices?” She asked them. “Like, hundreds and hundreds all at once? And you can’t make out any words, at all?” Sam shook his head. “Where’d you get that?” Jack asked, tugging on the brim of his fedora. “No way.” Janie said with a shrug. “No.” Kayla said softly, shaking her head. “Uh, no. That’s really crazy.” Carina said with a nod of her head. Amber stopped and took a deep breath. She found a moment of peace before the voices came back. This time, they were bouncing all over her head; she could even feel them hitting the walls of her skull. She then let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Pretty good, right?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Rat Pack Short!
here's the short for a week! this week has been really good, so here's a good short to top it off!
The six were in Spanish when a rat skittered across the teacher's desk. Everyone screamed. “Don’t worry! I know where that came from.” Kristin said. The whole class turned around and pointed at Reed. “Don’t look at me!” He said. “No seriously, don’t look at me. I’ll wet myself.” Everyone turned around. “Phew!” Reed said, slumping in his seat. “We must find the cause of the rats!” Rachel said. “I know! The munchkins!” Darcy said, jumping up. Everyone glared at her. “What? I saw it on ‘The Oz of Wonderful Wizards’!” She said. “Um, Darcy? Maybe you need a movie checkup!” Rebekah said, gently patting her friend on the shoulder. “Yeah! Everyone TOTALLY knows Munchkins are not rats! They’re…” Kristin paused and put her hands to her chin. “Dang! You BOTH need movie school! Everyone has known Munchkins are alien humanoids!” John said, banging his fists on his desk. “Okay, you ALL need movie school!” Reed exclaimed. “Um, may I suggest something about the rats?” Kelsey said meekly. “They’re here for a show called ‘Undercover Peoples’. I’m the star.” “YOU’RE THE Kelsey Alexander?” Rebekah screamed. The whole room shouted, “OMG!” before charging to Grace’s desk. Teacher walked toward the door and saw a huge camera crew hustling to the door. “She was right!” She gushed. The kids started running about the room in a craze. Rebekah pulled Darcy aside. “Let’s walk up to the cameras! If Taylor Lautner and my other loves watch this, they’ll know that my heart wants them!” Rebekah jumped up and down. “What about me? What am I supposed to do?” Darcy asked. “I don’t know! Do something!” Rebekah grabbed her arm and threw the door open. “Hi, I’m Rebekah Stogner! I love Taylor Lautner! Hi, guys!” Rebekah smiled her biggest smile and read her address out three times. “Hi, I’m Darcy! Um…” Darcy paused. “I can make sliced ham out of a whole ham!” Rebekah waved again and shoved Darcy back in the Spanish room. “What was that?” She hissed. “ A fact about me?” Darcy asked. “If it was, it sure was a dumb one!” Rebekah dropped her arm and marched off to her next class. “Thank goodness!” Darcy muttered. “My arm was getting numb!”
The six were in Spanish when a rat skittered across the teacher's desk. Everyone screamed. “Don’t worry! I know where that came from.” Kristin said. The whole class turned around and pointed at Reed. “Don’t look at me!” He said. “No seriously, don’t look at me. I’ll wet myself.” Everyone turned around. “Phew!” Reed said, slumping in his seat. “We must find the cause of the rats!” Rachel said. “I know! The munchkins!” Darcy said, jumping up. Everyone glared at her. “What? I saw it on ‘The Oz of Wonderful Wizards’!” She said. “Um, Darcy? Maybe you need a movie checkup!” Rebekah said, gently patting her friend on the shoulder. “Yeah! Everyone TOTALLY knows Munchkins are not rats! They’re…” Kristin paused and put her hands to her chin. “Dang! You BOTH need movie school! Everyone has known Munchkins are alien humanoids!” John said, banging his fists on his desk. “Okay, you ALL need movie school!” Reed exclaimed. “Um, may I suggest something about the rats?” Kelsey said meekly. “They’re here for a show called ‘Undercover Peoples’. I’m the star.” “YOU’RE THE Kelsey Alexander?” Rebekah screamed. The whole room shouted, “OMG!” before charging to Grace’s desk. Teacher walked toward the door and saw a huge camera crew hustling to the door. “She was right!” She gushed. The kids started running about the room in a craze. Rebekah pulled Darcy aside. “Let’s walk up to the cameras! If Taylor Lautner and my other loves watch this, they’ll know that my heart wants them!” Rebekah jumped up and down. “What about me? What am I supposed to do?” Darcy asked. “I don’t know! Do something!” Rebekah grabbed her arm and threw the door open. “Hi, I’m Rebekah Stogner! I love Taylor Lautner! Hi, guys!” Rebekah smiled her biggest smile and read her address out three times. “Hi, I’m Darcy! Um…” Darcy paused. “I can make sliced ham out of a whole ham!” Rebekah waved again and shoved Darcy back in the Spanish room. “What was that?” She hissed. “ A fact about me?” Darcy asked. “If it was, it sure was a dumb one!” Rebekah dropped her arm and marched off to her next class. “Thank goodness!” Darcy muttered. “My arm was getting numb!”
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Wo
I have been doing a lot of falling and music-buying these past few days. School starts soon..BOO! Here's the next short....
After Math class, John stopped to read the bulletin board. He saw that there were auditions for a new janitor. That was it. “Hey, John!” Rachel said, suddenly appearing. “Trying out for janitor?” “No, no, I…” John bent toward Rachel’s ear. “Can you keep a secret?” Rachel nodded. “I have an irrational fear of janitors. When I was six, I saw one making out with a mop, and when I was eight, I saw one bathing in mop water. The tub was WAY too small.” “EW!” Rachel hollered. “Now I understand! That’s almost as bad as Reed’s laptop!” She left for her next class. John turned around and saw Reed holding a sparkly white laptop, standing next to the new girl, Kelsey Alexander. John walked over to them. “Oh, hi John!” Reed said. Then, he turned to Kelsey. “Remember the kid I told you about who flicked a booger across an entire classroom once? That’s him.” “Hello, odd boy!” Kelsey said, extending her hand. John nodded. “What do you mean? Your laptop sparkles!” John exclaimed. “Oh, that’s mine. Reed was helping me set the wallpaper! Thanks!” Kelsey took her laptop and left. “This;” Reed said, removing a crusty dirty laptop from his bag. “Is mine.” John screamed like a girl, then took off running. He came back three minutes later, dripping wet. “Why are you wet? Did you get a swirly?” Kristin asked. She was now beside Reed. “No! I needed a full body shower just by LOOKING at Reed’s laptop!” John screamed. “Well, on the bright side, I’ve made three new fly friends!” Reed said, wiggling his finger at a fly. “Ick.” John remarked. “I have to get to 4th period.”
After Math class, John stopped to read the bulletin board. He saw that there were auditions for a new janitor. That was it. “Hey, John!” Rachel said, suddenly appearing. “Trying out for janitor?” “No, no, I…” John bent toward Rachel’s ear. “Can you keep a secret?” Rachel nodded. “I have an irrational fear of janitors. When I was six, I saw one making out with a mop, and when I was eight, I saw one bathing in mop water. The tub was WAY too small.” “EW!” Rachel hollered. “Now I understand! That’s almost as bad as Reed’s laptop!” She left for her next class. John turned around and saw Reed holding a sparkly white laptop, standing next to the new girl, Kelsey Alexander. John walked over to them. “Oh, hi John!” Reed said. Then, he turned to Kelsey. “Remember the kid I told you about who flicked a booger across an entire classroom once? That’s him.” “Hello, odd boy!” Kelsey said, extending her hand. John nodded. “What do you mean? Your laptop sparkles!” John exclaimed. “Oh, that’s mine. Reed was helping me set the wallpaper! Thanks!” Kelsey took her laptop and left. “This;” Reed said, removing a crusty dirty laptop from his bag. “Is mine.” John screamed like a girl, then took off running. He came back three minutes later, dripping wet. “Why are you wet? Did you get a swirly?” Kristin asked. She was now beside Reed. “No! I needed a full body shower just by LOOKING at Reed’s laptop!” John screamed. “Well, on the bright side, I’ve made three new fly friends!” Reed said, wiggling his finger at a fly. “Ick.” John remarked. “I have to get to 4th period.”
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Rat Pack Short #2
Well, even though my readers hate them! I will post it again because I hope my star friends will read them.
Chapter 2
The teacher stepped in front of the class. “Study hard! No talking!” She warned. The principal summoned her over the intercom and she dashed away. Suddenly, Reed let out a loud yowl. “This is SO hardcore!” He yelled. The boy who sat behind him, nodded. “I know! I’m still trying to figure out my math homework!” “No, man!” Reed said. “I’m trying to draw an Easter egg!” He flashed his paper. It was covered in awkward shapes and ovals. “I bet I can do one!” Darcy yelled from across the room, where the girls sat. “Let’s make a bet! Whoever gets the best egg when study hall’s over gets all of Reed’s old coins!” She smiled. “I hope I win!” The teacher raced back in.
Study hall was over. Everyone gathered around Reed’s desk. His paper was covered in the same awkward ovals. Darcy’s paper had a lovely egg with a few bunnies beside it. “Bonus for the bunnies!” Rachel said. “Okay, okay! You win.” Reed fished in his pocket and dug out three old coins. “Okay! See ya!” Darcy turned to leave. “Wait!” Reed yelled. In his other pocket, there were four more. He then removed three from his sneakers, five from his bookbag, six from his shirtsleeves, two from his hair, and one from his ear. Rachel was in awe. “I’m going to do my Science Fair project on you.” She remarked. Darcy counted them all. “Twenty-four old coinss! I’m a lucky girl!” Then, Darcy walked out of the room and dumped all but three in the garbage. Reed looked in the garbage can and passed out by Rebekah. She shrugged, flipped Reed over, and dunked him in the trashcan.
Chapter 2
The teacher stepped in front of the class. “Study hard! No talking!” She warned. The principal summoned her over the intercom and she dashed away. Suddenly, Reed let out a loud yowl. “This is SO hardcore!” He yelled. The boy who sat behind him, nodded. “I know! I’m still trying to figure out my math homework!” “No, man!” Reed said. “I’m trying to draw an Easter egg!” He flashed his paper. It was covered in awkward shapes and ovals. “I bet I can do one!” Darcy yelled from across the room, where the girls sat. “Let’s make a bet! Whoever gets the best egg when study hall’s over gets all of Reed’s old coins!” She smiled. “I hope I win!” The teacher raced back in.
Study hall was over. Everyone gathered around Reed’s desk. His paper was covered in the same awkward ovals. Darcy’s paper had a lovely egg with a few bunnies beside it. “Bonus for the bunnies!” Rachel said. “Okay, okay! You win.” Reed fished in his pocket and dug out three old coins. “Okay! See ya!” Darcy turned to leave. “Wait!” Reed yelled. In his other pocket, there were four more. He then removed three from his sneakers, five from his bookbag, six from his shirtsleeves, two from his hair, and one from his ear. Rachel was in awe. “I’m going to do my Science Fair project on you.” She remarked. Darcy counted them all. “Twenty-four old coinss! I’m a lucky girl!” Then, Darcy walked out of the room and dumped all but three in the garbage. Reed looked in the garbage can and passed out by Rebekah. She shrugged, flipped Reed over, and dunked him in the trashcan.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Rat Pack Shorts
This is the first short of the Rat Pack! Enjoy! All of these characters are mainly fictional, btw...
Chapter 1
English class had finally ended. Students of a school ran into the halls at a great speed. The six best friends met at their usual spot by the window. John and Kristin each had three pink straws in their mouths. “What are you doing?” Rebekah asked. “Celebrating the end of the Civics exam!” John said. “Watch this!” The two sprinkled confetti the each straw. Then, they blew it all out. “Interesting…” Darcy said, cocking her head. Rachel came out of the Civics room crying her eyes out. “Rachel!” Kristin ran to her. “What’s the matter?” “Why do you have straws sticking out of your mouth?” She sniffled. “It’s a comedian act, darling!” Kristin said, extending her arms. She and John suddenly burst into a huge complete with high kicks, lots of confetti, and sticking Kristin’s head in the water fountain. “That’s nice! But…” Rachel burst out crying again. “I got a 92 on my math exam! 92!!!!!” Rachel was screeching like it was the end of the world. “Hey, 92 is still an A!” Rebekah assured. “Yes, but it was an A-! So close to death to a B! This is a matter of life and death…of grades!” Rachel bawled. “That’s an A-?” Darcy asked. “I thought that was just a funky line teachers drew cause they got bored!” “Rachel! Rachel!” Reed yelled. "I just really, REALLY have to go to the bathroom!” John said. “GO!” The others screamed at once. John took of running. “Well, that helped.” Rachel said, drying her eyes on her sleeve. “Why were you crying now? Did you not know what you got on your exam last year?” Rebekah asked. “No!” Rachel said. “Well;” Reed said, walking over to them. “Now, it’s 10th grade! Time to focus on important things!” “Like cleaning your laptop?” Kristin asked. “Well…” Reed paused and pulled it out of his bag. The other girls screamed and Kristin hollered. Reed’s white laptop was covered in dirt, brown crust, and food crumbs. A stray fly buzzed around it. “What? Yesterday, I brought in lumpfulls of dirt and my cat threw up sandwich…both near this laptop!” “That is so gross!” Rebekah yelped. The bell rang. It was time for study hall.
Chapter 1
English class had finally ended. Students of a school ran into the halls at a great speed. The six best friends met at their usual spot by the window. John and Kristin each had three pink straws in their mouths. “What are you doing?” Rebekah asked. “Celebrating the end of the Civics exam!” John said. “Watch this!” The two sprinkled confetti the each straw. Then, they blew it all out. “Interesting…” Darcy said, cocking her head. Rachel came out of the Civics room crying her eyes out. “Rachel!” Kristin ran to her. “What’s the matter?” “Why do you have straws sticking out of your mouth?” She sniffled. “It’s a comedian act, darling!” Kristin said, extending her arms. She and John suddenly burst into a huge complete with high kicks, lots of confetti, and sticking Kristin’s head in the water fountain. “That’s nice! But…” Rachel burst out crying again. “I got a 92 on my math exam! 92!!!!!” Rachel was screeching like it was the end of the world. “Hey, 92 is still an A!” Rebekah assured. “Yes, but it was an A-! So close to death to a B! This is a matter of life and death…of grades!” Rachel bawled. “That’s an A-?” Darcy asked. “I thought that was just a funky line teachers drew cause they got bored!” “Rachel! Rachel!” Reed yelled. "I just really, REALLY have to go to the bathroom!” John said. “GO!” The others screamed at once. John took of running. “Well, that helped.” Rachel said, drying her eyes on her sleeve. “Why were you crying now? Did you not know what you got on your exam last year?” Rebekah asked. “No!” Rachel said. “Well;” Reed said, walking over to them. “Now, it’s 10th grade! Time to focus on important things!” “Like cleaning your laptop?” Kristin asked. “Well…” Reed paused and pulled it out of his bag. The other girls screamed and Kristin hollered. Reed’s white laptop was covered in dirt, brown crust, and food crumbs. A stray fly buzzed around it. “What? Yesterday, I brought in lumpfulls of dirt and my cat threw up sandwich…both near this laptop!” “That is so gross!” Rebekah yelped. The bell rang. It was time for study hall.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sorry...
Sorry about the sudden "new rat pack" announcement. The old rat pack still stands...just without me in it, I guess. I made a new one, but that doesn't mean ditching or anything. But should I do the shorts?
Monday, July 20, 2009
Idea!!!
I've decided to start a weekly thing on my blog. It'll be called, "Rat Pack Shorts" with the NEW rat pack! What do you think?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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!
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!
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