Post by Ari Kohl on Sept 22, 2011 16:33:44 GMT -5
I swear I'm making this up as I go. Lol, chapter 1, of the story with no name...and no plot...YET.
The clock mocked me, ticking ever so slowly. The minute hand was only 3 little ticks from the number 12, and I was willing it to move faster with my mind.
"Okay, you may go." Mrs. Hessler sighed, grabbing her briefcase, and walking out the door, her heels clicking against the white tile. I guess she hated detention just as much as me, and couldn't care less if it wasn't 4:00 yet. I slung my bookbag over my shoulder, and was about to leave, when I saw a head bobbing along by the window. They were obviously to short for me to see the rest of their body, so stood on my tippy toes, hoping to make out who they were. I caught a glimpse of their sparkly teal eyes, and I knew exactly who they were.
"Zully Membridge." I smiled the smallest smile possible. She was a firsty-lasty. You know, a person that you can't just say their first name, but you have to include their last too. All the popular kids were like that. Zully was the prettiest though. She finally stopped, probably waiting for a ride.
"Jessie!" My little sister squeaked, hugging me from behind. "Mom told me to come get you, cause you weren't outside, and she said you were suppose to be outside, but you weren't, so I came to get you cause mom told me to." I rolled my eyes at her completely non-coherent statement. But I still didn't take my eyes off of Zully. I mean, you can't really. It's like she hypnotizes you with her beauty.
"Jessie come on!" She giggled, trying, and failing to push me out the door. "Why are you staring at Zully?" She finally noticed where my eyes were. What was I supposed to say? Cause she's hot? Maybe throw in that I'm bisexual?
"Cause she has a spider on her. Come on, Micah." I growled, grabbing her hand, and leading her out the classroom.
I know, it's terrible and short. But i'm bored, and sick, so I don't really care lol.
The clock mocked me, ticking ever so slowly. The minute hand was only 3 little ticks from the number 12, and I was willing it to move faster with my mind.
"Okay, you may go." Mrs. Hessler sighed, grabbing her briefcase, and walking out the door, her heels clicking against the white tile. I guess she hated detention just as much as me, and couldn't care less if it wasn't 4:00 yet. I slung my bookbag over my shoulder, and was about to leave, when I saw a head bobbing along by the window. They were obviously to short for me to see the rest of their body, so stood on my tippy toes, hoping to make out who they were. I caught a glimpse of their sparkly teal eyes, and I knew exactly who they were.
"Zully Membridge." I smiled the smallest smile possible. She was a firsty-lasty. You know, a person that you can't just say their first name, but you have to include their last too. All the popular kids were like that. Zully was the prettiest though. She finally stopped, probably waiting for a ride.
"Jessie!" My little sister squeaked, hugging me from behind. "Mom told me to come get you, cause you weren't outside, and she said you were suppose to be outside, but you weren't, so I came to get you cause mom told me to." I rolled my eyes at her completely non-coherent statement. But I still didn't take my eyes off of Zully. I mean, you can't really. It's like she hypnotizes you with her beauty.
"Jessie come on!" She giggled, trying, and failing to push me out the door. "Why are you staring at Zully?" She finally noticed where my eyes were. What was I supposed to say? Cause she's hot? Maybe throw in that I'm bisexual?
"Cause she has a spider on her. Come on, Micah." I growled, grabbing her hand, and leading her out the classroom.
I know, it's terrible and short. But i'm bored, and sick, so I don't really care lol.
