This is the story of a girl, Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
Okay, this is the first official draft of my story... i might change it and maybe add on another part, but this is only a 1st draft
plz read and tell me anything i should change by comment or AIM
There she was, just standing in the middle of the lunchroom. Her hair came down to her shoulders like an auburn waterfall, with one or two strands always just getting in her face. Green eyes looked nervously from table to table, with an expression on her face that looked like she was choosing her poison. She tried to smooth out her mini-skirt, but it’s pretty hard to do with a tray of nachos in one hand and three cookies in the other.
“Exhibit A, the new kid.” I snapped out of my stare at her to see Alex, looking up from trying to float a chip in Kool-Aid. I never really knew why Alex always had Kool-Aid on him, but it was always around, and red. I noticed that too. It was just one more reason why I like the guy. His curly, black hair stood up in an afro, but there wasn’t a whiter person you could see for miles. Tall and lanky, he was always there to think about the world with you, furrow his bushy eyebrows and just muse. “Lost, nervous action, new clothes, that’s a new kid alright.”
“So we know it’s a new kid, big deal? This school can get a new person once in a while, so why do you have to size each one up like a piece of meat?” Heather exclaimed, openly annoyed. This happened routinely at the lunch table. Alex thinks, Alex makes a comment, Heather yells at him. Alex was the only one who would have the guts to argue with a girl like her. Blond haired and blue-eyed, Miss Heather Black had looks that could kill, and tongue used as the weapon. She now holds the record for turning down the most boys at a single dance, different ways, and all making leave with their tails between their legs, and some random kid yelling out “Oh snap!” That kid would usually be me, but still, it was a fulfilling job.
“It’s just what I do,” Alex said, taking a bite out of his sandwich. “Just like how Cam always yells out ‘Oh snap!’ every time you turn down a guy, isn’t that right, Cam? Cameron? CAMERON JIMMY EISEN! Stop staring at the new girl and back me up here.” I whipped around my school-issued seat so find them staring at me strangely.
“Oh right. Sorry, I was just…uh…staring at the…vending machine.” I mumbled. “Will you to ever stop fighting? You two even fought in 1st grade, something about a dead fish in the water fountain.”
“It was a fish!” Heather yelled with turkey sandwich in her mouth, getting most of it on a monitor standing near by. “I saw it shimmer and floundering around and it defiantly smelled like it too!”
That should keep them busy for a while, I thought to myself. I looked back up to in front of the registers, but she was gone. I looked everywhere around the lunch room, but I didn’t see her.
“Hey, Cam, what’s up with you today? You look like your looking for your lost dog or something, but because if you are, try yelling out its name, like so.” Heather stands up and starts whistling and yelling out “Here, Fido! Come here, Fido! Here boy!” which got us some awkward glances.
“I’m not looking for anything, really.” I said, leaning back on my seat. Next thing I know, I am on my back with Grape-Aid spilled across my shirt, hands, and face, and clapping and laughter echoing off every single tile in the whole place. It takes me a second to realize, they are laughing at me, so I do the only thing that comes to mind. I pick myself up, take a bow like the showman that I wish I were, and break into a sprint out the double doors and into the bathroom near the theater.
* * * * *
“Except for that time with the crazy glue, I’ve never seen fingers more sticky,” I thought aloud to the bathroom, as I tried my vain attempt to get all the Snapple, and embarrassment, off my hands.
I always liked something about this bathroom, even though it really was just like any other bathroom in the rest of the school. There were grey and blue tiles, sinks that never give you the water pressure you want, and writing about how the teacher suck and crushes for the few weeks they happen. Maybe it was on the back of the last stall, there was a carving of the whole song of Colt 45, made from the sharp end of a mechanical pencil, signed with the name of Slick Willy. Or, was it the fact that I found $10 dollars on the floor of it one time… I don’t remember. Anyway, I couldn’t found a better hiding spot after this.
“Fucking water pressure,” I grumbled as I looked into the sink, and, because of the idiot I am, getting my face soaked by a rush of freezing cold water.
I reach for some part of my sweatshirt, which has no stickiness on it, and start to dry my face off. Around this time, the door opens, and in comes the biggest man you would ever see wearing a pink polo shirt. Actually, scratch that, the biggest man you would ever see, who just likes wearing pink polos a lot. So, the sight I see when I get my sweatshirt of my face is some enormous rock wearing a pink shirt.
“Hello Mr. Larson…sir.” I added on “sir” just to make sure that I won’t be broken in half this fine afternoon. “What a pleasure to see you in the bathroom… where it was possible for you to snap me over a sink without many people noticing…” From the way this day was going, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had peed myself right there.
“Oh, Cameron! I’m glad I saw you here!” replied the rock in the pink polo in a voice that would fit a rock in a pink polo “There was this really hilarious thing that just happened in the cafeteria that just reminded me of you. See, there was kid, in a sweatshirt just like yours, who was leaning back in his chair. And then he…”
“Fell backwards and spilled Grape-Aid all over himself?” I pretended to guess.
“Actually, that’s what happened,” said Mr. Larson, utterly confused.
“Just a lucky guess, I suppose,” I said quickly. I really did not want this man to be anymore confused that he already is. I mean how clear-minded could you be if you could beat up most of our dads at the same time and be wearing something salmon-colored.
“Yes, of course. How are things with you?” Mr. Larson asked, moving over to one of the stalls with his beefy fingers on his pants zipper.
“BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP!” rang the bell, and not a moment to soon. I really didn’t want to be the one that need to tell most of the girls that Mr. Larson was “this big”.
“Oh, there’s the bell! I’d better get to bio! See you there!” I rushed out of the bathroom, never more relieved to be out of any room, any time, any place in my life. But, just my luck, I collided with someone else in my fearfulness of the image of Mr. Larson peeing. We both landed on the tile floor with out backpacks weighing us down like anchors were stuck to us.
“I’m really sorry, dude. I was just running out of the place over there and I didn’t see you there. I’ll help u pick up…” I trailed off as I saw myself staring into the wide green eyes of the new girl, with her auburn hair in the same waterfall as I last saw her.
“It’s okay, really,” she said sweetly, struggling under her backpack. “But, wait. Could you tell me where Mr. Larson’s class is? That’s my next class.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m going there myself. I walk you there.” I said, helping her up from the floor. “I mean if you want…”
“You would? Oh, yes please! I couldn’t find anything here if I had a road map.” She said excitedly. I would be excited if I had a guide around some random new place also.
“My name’s Cam, by the way. I’ll be your tour guide this afternoon.” I said.
“I’m Melody, and why is that huge man in the pink shirt running after you?” she asked.
“I’ll explain later. Now, come on before he starts to talk to us!” And, with that, we ran. Actually, she ran, and I tripped over some short kid right in front of us, but Melody and I got to bio in record time.
Edit as of 4:32: Okay I have an outline for the last part... I still have to run it past a guy to see if its alrite
I hope you can understand it though
"Alex and Cam live in a development thing
Alex/Cam throwing a football
she comes walking up because she lives in the one like right over
and its like a 5 min walk away
Alex has 2 go in, so now its just Cam and her
now they're throwing
she throws one where Cam gotta run for it
Cam trip over the curb and fall flat on my face
but Cam catches it
anyway, she comes running over
she tries to help CAM up, but he pulls her down, just cuz thats always cute
okay, so she's pulled down obviously on top of HIM
Alex is watching out his window and ye4lls out something funny
which then proceeds Cam to yell out something back
Melody has to leave
and once she leaves, Cam nails him in the head with the football"
I STILL NEED A TITLE!!!
1
!Eric
plz read and tell me anything i should change by comment or AIM
There she was, just standing in the middle of the lunchroom. Her hair came down to her shoulders like an auburn waterfall, with one or two strands always just getting in her face. Green eyes looked nervously from table to table, with an expression on her face that looked like she was choosing her poison. She tried to smooth out her mini-skirt, but it’s pretty hard to do with a tray of nachos in one hand and three cookies in the other.
“Exhibit A, the new kid.” I snapped out of my stare at her to see Alex, looking up from trying to float a chip in Kool-Aid. I never really knew why Alex always had Kool-Aid on him, but it was always around, and red. I noticed that too. It was just one more reason why I like the guy. His curly, black hair stood up in an afro, but there wasn’t a whiter person you could see for miles. Tall and lanky, he was always there to think about the world with you, furrow his bushy eyebrows and just muse. “Lost, nervous action, new clothes, that’s a new kid alright.”
“So we know it’s a new kid, big deal? This school can get a new person once in a while, so why do you have to size each one up like a piece of meat?” Heather exclaimed, openly annoyed. This happened routinely at the lunch table. Alex thinks, Alex makes a comment, Heather yells at him. Alex was the only one who would have the guts to argue with a girl like her. Blond haired and blue-eyed, Miss Heather Black had looks that could kill, and tongue used as the weapon. She now holds the record for turning down the most boys at a single dance, different ways, and all making leave with their tails between their legs, and some random kid yelling out “Oh snap!” That kid would usually be me, but still, it was a fulfilling job.
“It’s just what I do,” Alex said, taking a bite out of his sandwich. “Just like how Cam always yells out ‘Oh snap!’ every time you turn down a guy, isn’t that right, Cam? Cameron? CAMERON JIMMY EISEN! Stop staring at the new girl and back me up here.” I whipped around my school-issued seat so find them staring at me strangely.
“Oh right. Sorry, I was just…uh…staring at the…vending machine.” I mumbled. “Will you to ever stop fighting? You two even fought in 1st grade, something about a dead fish in the water fountain.”
“It was a fish!” Heather yelled with turkey sandwich in her mouth, getting most of it on a monitor standing near by. “I saw it shimmer and floundering around and it defiantly smelled like it too!”
That should keep them busy for a while, I thought to myself. I looked back up to in front of the registers, but she was gone. I looked everywhere around the lunch room, but I didn’t see her.
“Hey, Cam, what’s up with you today? You look like your looking for your lost dog or something, but because if you are, try yelling out its name, like so.” Heather stands up and starts whistling and yelling out “Here, Fido! Come here, Fido! Here boy!” which got us some awkward glances.
“I’m not looking for anything, really.” I said, leaning back on my seat. Next thing I know, I am on my back with Grape-Aid spilled across my shirt, hands, and face, and clapping and laughter echoing off every single tile in the whole place. It takes me a second to realize, they are laughing at me, so I do the only thing that comes to mind. I pick myself up, take a bow like the showman that I wish I were, and break into a sprint out the double doors and into the bathroom near the theater.
* * * * *
“Except for that time with the crazy glue, I’ve never seen fingers more sticky,” I thought aloud to the bathroom, as I tried my vain attempt to get all the Snapple, and embarrassment, off my hands.
I always liked something about this bathroom, even though it really was just like any other bathroom in the rest of the school. There were grey and blue tiles, sinks that never give you the water pressure you want, and writing about how the teacher suck and crushes for the few weeks they happen. Maybe it was on the back of the last stall, there was a carving of the whole song of Colt 45, made from the sharp end of a mechanical pencil, signed with the name of Slick Willy. Or, was it the fact that I found $10 dollars on the floor of it one time… I don’t remember. Anyway, I couldn’t found a better hiding spot after this.
“Fucking water pressure,” I grumbled as I looked into the sink, and, because of the idiot I am, getting my face soaked by a rush of freezing cold water.
I reach for some part of my sweatshirt, which has no stickiness on it, and start to dry my face off. Around this time, the door opens, and in comes the biggest man you would ever see wearing a pink polo shirt. Actually, scratch that, the biggest man you would ever see, who just likes wearing pink polos a lot. So, the sight I see when I get my sweatshirt of my face is some enormous rock wearing a pink shirt.
“Hello Mr. Larson…sir.” I added on “sir” just to make sure that I won’t be broken in half this fine afternoon. “What a pleasure to see you in the bathroom… where it was possible for you to snap me over a sink without many people noticing…” From the way this day was going, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had peed myself right there.
“Oh, Cameron! I’m glad I saw you here!” replied the rock in the pink polo in a voice that would fit a rock in a pink polo “There was this really hilarious thing that just happened in the cafeteria that just reminded me of you. See, there was kid, in a sweatshirt just like yours, who was leaning back in his chair. And then he…”
“Fell backwards and spilled Grape-Aid all over himself?” I pretended to guess.
“Actually, that’s what happened,” said Mr. Larson, utterly confused.
“Just a lucky guess, I suppose,” I said quickly. I really did not want this man to be anymore confused that he already is. I mean how clear-minded could you be if you could beat up most of our dads at the same time and be wearing something salmon-colored.
“Yes, of course. How are things with you?” Mr. Larson asked, moving over to one of the stalls with his beefy fingers on his pants zipper.
“BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP!” rang the bell, and not a moment to soon. I really didn’t want to be the one that need to tell most of the girls that Mr. Larson was “this big”.
“Oh, there’s the bell! I’d better get to bio! See you there!” I rushed out of the bathroom, never more relieved to be out of any room, any time, any place in my life. But, just my luck, I collided with someone else in my fearfulness of the image of Mr. Larson peeing. We both landed on the tile floor with out backpacks weighing us down like anchors were stuck to us.
“I’m really sorry, dude. I was just running out of the place over there and I didn’t see you there. I’ll help u pick up…” I trailed off as I saw myself staring into the wide green eyes of the new girl, with her auburn hair in the same waterfall as I last saw her.
“It’s okay, really,” she said sweetly, struggling under her backpack. “But, wait. Could you tell me where Mr. Larson’s class is? That’s my next class.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m going there myself. I walk you there.” I said, helping her up from the floor. “I mean if you want…”
“You would? Oh, yes please! I couldn’t find anything here if I had a road map.” She said excitedly. I would be excited if I had a guide around some random new place also.
“My name’s Cam, by the way. I’ll be your tour guide this afternoon.” I said.
“I’m Melody, and why is that huge man in the pink shirt running after you?” she asked.
“I’ll explain later. Now, come on before he starts to talk to us!” And, with that, we ran. Actually, she ran, and I tripped over some short kid right in front of us, but Melody and I got to bio in record time.
Edit as of 4:32: Okay I have an outline for the last part... I still have to run it past a guy to see if its alrite
I hope you can understand it though
"Alex and Cam live in a development thing
Alex/Cam throwing a football
she comes walking up because she lives in the one like right over
and its like a 5 min walk away
Alex has 2 go in, so now its just Cam and her
now they're throwing
she throws one where Cam gotta run for it
Cam trip over the curb and fall flat on my face
but Cam catches it
anyway, she comes running over
she tries to help CAM up, but he pulls her down, just cuz thats always cute
okay, so she's pulled down obviously on top of HIM
Alex is watching out his window and ye4lls out something funny
which then proceeds Cam to yell out something back
Melody has to leave
and once she leaves, Cam nails him in the head with the football"
I STILL NEED A TITLE!!!
1
!Eric