Shiny Motley
2016 Singles Football
Introduction:
Have you ever wondered what other people were thinking about you? Well, I have, many times. I usually guess what they're thinking by their actions, but actions can be misleading. For example, I may be saying stuff like, "You're not invited," or I may be scooting away from you, but does that mean I don't like you? Sometimes yes, but other times, it's a cover-up for my true feelings. This story is about a boy, a girl, and their friends telling a story, each from their own point of view. Okay, this is my first try at writing fiction, give me feedback via PM, please.
I don't know when it started to happen, but it did. Sarah has been acting strangely for a long time, especially last week. She kept going on and on about why I couldn't go to the library on Thursday, and I hadn't told her if I was going there or not! It seems like something's been on her mind, something that she wants to keep secret from me.
I guess I should start from the beginning. Hi, name's Daniel, Daniel Thompson. I'm in the 7th grade at Richardson Middle School. The girl I've been talking about, Sarah Becker, is in the same grade level as me and she also goes to the same school as me.
I've known this Sarah person ever since I was nine. She was the most annoying person I had ever met; she would beg me and my friends for stuff, pat us on the head every time she passed us, even chase us around for no good reason. It was almost like she liked us, but she acted that way around every boy. Surely she couldn't like fifty boys at once, could she? That would be too extreme. I guess it's her nature to annoy.
But recently, she's become irritating. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Every time I left a class that I had with her, she would try to follow me around until she was forced to turn to get to her own class. Well, I guess it's coincidental, but for one period, I have speech class, and she has PE. The two classes are on the opposite ends of the school, and instead of going straight to PE, she followed me until she turned at one point. I guess she was just getting her PE clothes in her locker, but I have a scary feeling about her...
My best friend, Kyle, seems to thinking around the same lines as me. During lunch today, he mentioned about how peculiar Sarah was acting, especially around me. I shook me head and told him that it was probably because of puberty. I told him that girls probably changed a lot when they were going through their changing stage; you could tell by their actions. I could tell by his face that he didn't really think that was really what I had in mind, but if I told him what I really thought, he would just laugh at me. He asked me if I thought that she liked me. I replied, "Of course not! Sarah hates all boys; you know that as well as I do, possibly even better than me because you've known her since third grade!"
He smiled when he saw me blushing as I said every word of this. This made me go even redder, and when he asked if I liked her, I thought I was going to scream. I'm usually quiet, unless I'm with Kyle, and no one has ever heard me scream before, ever. But trust me, at that moment I felt horrible. I practically yelled at him as I reminded him that Sarah has been extremely annoying since I met her. How could I possibly like her?
Thankfully, we dropped the subject when Anton, also one of my friends, came and started ranting on and on about how hard the science test was. I sighed with relief as I listened to his and Kyle's argument about the dificulty level of the test. My mind wasn't really on the conversation, though; I was thinking about Kyle's reaction when I burst out that I didn't like Sarah, which was true, but he seemed to be thining otherwise. Seriously, who would be insane enough to like that annoying geek?
When the bell rang for sixth period, I quickly dashed away from the growing crowd in front of the lunch door. My mind kept buzzing questions in my head. Do you really like her? a voice whispered into my ear. I shook my head violently. Of course not! She's an idiot, the other part of my mind argued back. Suit yourself, the voice said. If you really believe that, you're fooling yourself.
"I DO NOT!" I suddenly burst out, making everyone stare at me. I turned red again, and dashed my way out of the hallway, into my classroom. This was stupid, why was I even thinking about this? I asked myself as I sat down into my seat, only to find that the bell hadn't rung yet.
Have you ever wondered what other people were thinking about you? Well, I have, many times. I usually guess what they're thinking by their actions, but actions can be misleading. For example, I may be saying stuff like, "You're not invited," or I may be scooting away from you, but does that mean I don't like you? Sometimes yes, but other times, it's a cover-up for my true feelings. This story is about a boy, a girl, and their friends telling a story, each from their own point of view. Okay, this is my first try at writing fiction, give me feedback via PM, please.
[size=13pt]Chapter One: Daniel Thompson[/size]
I don't know when it started to happen, but it did. Sarah has been acting strangely for a long time, especially last week. She kept going on and on about why I couldn't go to the library on Thursday, and I hadn't told her if I was going there or not! It seems like something's been on her mind, something that she wants to keep secret from me.
I guess I should start from the beginning. Hi, name's Daniel, Daniel Thompson. I'm in the 7th grade at Richardson Middle School. The girl I've been talking about, Sarah Becker, is in the same grade level as me and she also goes to the same school as me.
I've known this Sarah person ever since I was nine. She was the most annoying person I had ever met; she would beg me and my friends for stuff, pat us on the head every time she passed us, even chase us around for no good reason. It was almost like she liked us, but she acted that way around every boy. Surely she couldn't like fifty boys at once, could she? That would be too extreme. I guess it's her nature to annoy.
But recently, she's become irritating. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Every time I left a class that I had with her, she would try to follow me around until she was forced to turn to get to her own class. Well, I guess it's coincidental, but for one period, I have speech class, and she has PE. The two classes are on the opposite ends of the school, and instead of going straight to PE, she followed me until she turned at one point. I guess she was just getting her PE clothes in her locker, but I have a scary feeling about her...
My best friend, Kyle, seems to thinking around the same lines as me. During lunch today, he mentioned about how peculiar Sarah was acting, especially around me. I shook me head and told him that it was probably because of puberty. I told him that girls probably changed a lot when they were going through their changing stage; you could tell by their actions. I could tell by his face that he didn't really think that was really what I had in mind, but if I told him what I really thought, he would just laugh at me. He asked me if I thought that she liked me. I replied, "Of course not! Sarah hates all boys; you know that as well as I do, possibly even better than me because you've known her since third grade!"
He smiled when he saw me blushing as I said every word of this. This made me go even redder, and when he asked if I liked her, I thought I was going to scream. I'm usually quiet, unless I'm with Kyle, and no one has ever heard me scream before, ever. But trust me, at that moment I felt horrible. I practically yelled at him as I reminded him that Sarah has been extremely annoying since I met her. How could I possibly like her?
Thankfully, we dropped the subject when Anton, also one of my friends, came and started ranting on and on about how hard the science test was. I sighed with relief as I listened to his and Kyle's argument about the dificulty level of the test. My mind wasn't really on the conversation, though; I was thinking about Kyle's reaction when I burst out that I didn't like Sarah, which was true, but he seemed to be thining otherwise. Seriously, who would be insane enough to like that annoying geek?
When the bell rang for sixth period, I quickly dashed away from the growing crowd in front of the lunch door. My mind kept buzzing questions in my head. Do you really like her? a voice whispered into my ear. I shook my head violently. Of course not! She's an idiot, the other part of my mind argued back. Suit yourself, the voice said. If you really believe that, you're fooling yourself.
"I DO NOT!" I suddenly burst out, making everyone stare at me. I turned red again, and dashed my way out of the hallway, into my classroom. This was stupid, why was I even thinking about this? I asked myself as I sat down into my seat, only to find that the bell hadn't rung yet.
Keep it up.