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Hi, my name is Bradley
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 4.5 with 2 vote(s)
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| Created: 2006-11-27 21:25:51 |
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It was lunch again. My table is always empty. Even though my friends are really popular I’m a red headed, tree hugging, eyes closed when thinking, geek who was named after her grandmother who was the greatest bug eater in the genius book of world records. Not to mention my eyes are a deep shade of blue witch clashes with my hair.
I looked other at Bradley’s table to see if he was at school today (ALL of my classes are with him AFTER lunch) I smiled. His table was completely full leaving him standing there with a try looking franticly around flustered! I giggled. I have the award for cutest giggle imprinted in the year book. Ya, its ungeek of me, but who cares! I wasn’t always a geek. I had a boyfriend once because he loved my giggle, but he always was distracted with my eyes and then dumped me for a blonde. Oh, woops! Were was I?
Oh, I giggled. He had the funniest face on! It was a mistake though, because it snapped his face in my direction. His confused face was gone and he was walking over.
“Can I sit here?” we stared at each other for a minute or two. I was about to say no, but all the other were already crowded. Curse my kind heart!
“Whatever” I moaned looking away. I don’t know why, but I started to feel nervous. My heart pounded and my mouth grew dry. Was it just the feeling of being with a popular kid, or something else…?
“Melanie said it was your birthday is this week, Thursday or Saturday…”
“FRIDAY, it is Friday,” ”OMG!” I suddenly realized something I haven’t before. Ashley, Melanie, and I all have a little birthday tradition. Every year on my birthday week we hit the mall strait after school and then we all sleep in the living room of my house watching a movie and eating popcorn in till we fall asleep. Would Melanie skip it because of Bradley? Am I to geek for her? Has she gotten stuck up? She does seem to be getting more and more popular, and the party wasn’t the kindest thing…
“What’s wrong?” I zoomed back into reality. It had only been a millisecond of deep thinking, but it had felt like hours.
“Nothing”
“You can tell me. Melanie told me there is always something stupid on your mind. Maybe I could help.”
“Ya right” He looked hurt at my words. I started to feel bad. I looked up to apologize and reword my response, but I got locked in his big brown eyes and locked in his gaze.
“Section one, you may leave.” I picked up my stuff and sped out of there without saying a word.
Cocolips300: you’d never believe what I heard
Red’nProud: What?
Cocolips300: My boyfriend told me that you sat with Bradley (singsong voice for Bradley)
Red’nProud: not voluntarily!!!
Cocolips300: well you were staring at him like it was!
Red’nProud: that’s a lie!!
Cocolips300: If that’s what you want to think
Cocolips300: but you like him
Cocolips300: and
Cocolips300: I’ll
Cocolips300: do
I turned it off then and there. Her theory is completely mad!
*you got mail*
(to be continued) |
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