This is my life story so far. It is totally true and names have been changed for personal purposes. Tell me what you think. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life As It Is Chapter 1 "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. I blinked in surprise. This had to be a joke. We hated each other. "Please, Alana," he pleaded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Seven months earlier~ "Shut up, Jonesy!" I snapped at him. "Shut up, Jonesy!" he mimicked me. Jonesy was Jason Jones. He was my birthday twin*. He had brown hair and eyes like me. He didn't have glasses and he was taller by a few inches. He had smarts but he never used them. I am Alana Davis. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. I was smart and the shortest kid in the whole seventh grade! "Alana, just ignore him," my sister, Lenea, told me. She wasn't really my sister, just a sister from another mister. She had strawberry-blonde hair, blue eyes, and glasses. And she was tall. Like six inches taller than me. "Right," I replied and turned back to her. I started talking again but Jonesy kept interrupting with his stupid girly voice and comments. Then the lunch bell rang and everyone ran to the cafeteria. It was a normal lunch, I talked to my friends, laughed at them, had a good time. Then Coach Martin yelled, "Bell!" and everyone rushed to get out of the room. (We could only take each other for so long.) Then I went through the classes like a normal day, with Jared and Jonesy being annoying as usual. Lenea was the only thing that kept me sane. Her and my other best friend, Nicky. Her real name was Nickola but we called her Nicky. She was smart and a bookworm, like me. She was like a twin of me; smart, brown hair, brown eyes, bookworm, glasses. But she wasn't, sadly. School was going good. I had good grades, good friends, and nice teachers. School at Smithsfield Jr. High wasn't so bad. At first. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Birthday twin*: Someone that was born on the same day as you but is not related to you in any way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do y'all think?
Chapter 2 I have the same routine every day at school: First hour class(they change by trimester), Choir, history, science, English, math, and P.E. or reading(depends on the quarter). In first hour I had both Jason and Jared, which caused a ton of trouble. Then in Choir I was rid of them. Then in all my other classes except for P.E. and reading. I wish I never knew them. "Hey, math buddy!" Jared said as he sat next to me in math. I scowled and put on a fake smile. "Hi, Jared," I replied and went back to Bell Work. "What are the answers?" he asked. Jared was a jock and had no brain cells. "Find them for yourself," I retorted. "I thought we were math buddies?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and kept working. I went to turn my work in and I saw Jason in my spot talking to Jared. "Move," I told him. "Why, do you want to sit by him?" he smirked at me. "No, this is my assigned seat. So move." "No," he said slyly. "Alright," I replied and sat on his lap. Jason's eyes went wide in surprise and Jared started laughing like crazy. "Get off!" Jason exclaimed. "You promise to get up?" I asked. "Yeah, just get off," he promised. I got up and Jason ran to his seat. I smiled and saw Jared, Lenea, Nicky, and Helen(another one of my friends) were laughing like crazy. I sat down and Mrs. McDowell started teaching. I listened with a smirk on my face. Then Jared raised his hand. "Yes, Jared?" she asked. "Why are you being so racist?" he asked. I put my head in my hands. He was always making stupid questions and comments like that. "Jared, hush," she replied and went back to teaching. When she gave us the assignment I started right away. I finished after about twenty minutes. "Math buddy, he's in your seat again," I heard as I turned in my work. I turned around and saw Jonesy in my seat again. I scowled and walked back over to him. I crossed my arms. "What are going to do, little girl?" he asked. So I sat on him, again. "Dammit," he said quietly. I got up and he went back to his seat again. I smirked and the bell rang to seventh hour, reading. The rest of school was normal for the day. But, seriously, I should have killed him then.
This is good Best pick up line ever: How about you sit on my lap and we talk about the first thing that pops up?