Post by junipercayenne on Mar 11, 2005 14:21:33 GMT -8
I decided to go with the second beginning (for those of you who read my last post,) I'm hoping to rewrite Once Upon Reality in a more understandable form. Please tell me what u think:
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I hadn't felt like this since the end of last year. I was nervouse; I was embarrased; I was confused. Most of all I was excited and happy. Where are you? I asked silently. My eyes scanned the black top. Nope, he must be in the cafeteria. I'll be waiting right here. It was two monthes into the school year, but I still hadn't seen him since June. He'd been absent a lot lately. There he is! My eyes suddenly caught him, and I looked closely at him for the first time in ages. He's wearing red, Stacy, remember that. He looks so much taller now. The boy's head turned my way. His hand lifed. Oh my gosh! Did he just wave at me? I didn't know, so I just stood and stared.
"Hi, Stacy."
I leaped up. He was auctully talking to me!
"Hi," I replied. Our eyes locked. I felt terrified for some reason. We were both silent. Run away! Run away!
"Well...see ya' later!"
"Bye," I said hoarsley. I am such an idiot! I let him get away! I slammed a fist against the fence behind me. It chimed in protest. The boy was talking to a friend of his as he walked further away. I didn't want to loose sight of him, so I jammed one pink shoe into a loop of the steel fence. In a moment I was sitting on top. My large feet thrashed against the steel. Clang, clang, clang! Maybe this is a little obsessive, but I like it up here. I knew that was more then 'a little obsessive', but I didn't care. Ever since sixth grade I'd had a huge crush on this dude! There was just something about him that made all this obsession seem worth it.
I met him September third. That means it's been a year, a month, and six days. Yup, if you don't think that's obsessive, I don't know what is. At first glance my life may seem like a modern-day fairy tale. Basic plot; 'Peasent girl' likes 'Prince Charming', Prince Charming doesn't like her back, then there's a miracle, they both go to the school dance together. Then Prince Charming sees Peasent Girl is kind of cool, then everyone lives happily ever after. The End. Maybe my life is a modern fairy tale, but it isn't a fantasy. My name is Stacy Colloway, I guess you can call me the 'Peasent Girl' of this 'kingdom', a small town in Wisconsin called Austin-Bridge.
The 'Prince Charming' in my life was the boy I watched from the fence. His name was Lee Shanton, I'd met him my first year at A.B.M.S. (Austin-Bridge Middle School.) In sixth grade Phys. Ed. was my seventh hour class. At the time I was physched knowing I'd almost made it through my third day in Middle School. But to my horror, our first class began with a one-hundred meter jog. Fifty meters from the black top to the cone, and fifity meters back.I hated jogging, especially outside on unlevel dirt. It was hard for me because I was both asthemetic and out of shape. On top of it the temperature was ninty degrees. I was the only one who'd forgotten to bring shorts. So I found my self stumbling up a rocky hill, sweating, and gasping at least five meters behind everyone else. After being the last to finnish the dash, our instructor announced we were to split into groups.
Just when I thought things couldn't get wourse. I didn't know anyone in this class. That's when I first saw Lee Shanton, it happened when a voice from behind me asked, "Want to join our group?" From that moment on I knew one thing about Lee, he was friendly and considerate. I admired him for that.
Several other times Lee and I wound up on the same team. I've never been good at sports, but Lee didn't seem to care. When I did poorly he encouraged me, and when I did well he would compliment me. There was another thing I noticed, he was good looking, too.
Could we be boyfriend and girlfriend? I caught myself asking silently one day. Lee was so much more mature then a lot of boys I knew. A dream was what made it all cave in. I dreamt Lee had pulled me aside from a soccer game and kissed me gently on the cheek. I woke up in panic. I do not like him. I don't! So why am I dreaming things like this?! I soon became uncomfortable around him. I was found myself staring at pavement when he spoke, shaking whenever he passed me in the halls, and ready to shriek when he waved. To this day I don't know what scared me so much, but whatever it was, it was enough to ruin what little bit of relationship we could've had.
I shifted my weight on the fence, my head was spinning from thinking about all this. I toatolly blew it. He may have even liked me...I should probably get down, I'm not supposed to be up-
"Dang it!" I cussed, as one size eleven shoe hit the ground. I knew they were to big. Better go get it. I held onto the top bar ab
A scream escaped me as I slipped and hit the ground face first. My eyes were closed to avoid getting jabbed by the bristley grass blades.
"Whoah!"
I rolled clumsily onto my back. A suprised looking Lee Shanton standing only an inch away stared back. I froze.
"Oh my gosh," I gasped.
"Are you O.K?" Lee asked.
My heart raced. No! Lee Shanton, had not just seen that. I had not been only an inch away from crash landing on top of him."Uh. Yee- ah." I plunged onto my knees, then stumbled to my feet. This never happened, this never happened, this never happened. Which means there's not much more that can go wrong. I jogged forward.
"Looks like Dumbo thought she could fly. She deffinately needs to loose some!" My face burned. I wanted so badly to turn around and punch whoever said that in the nose, but I kept walking. Some people at this school just couldn't resist insulting my not-so-slim body. Didn't hear that. Nope, didn't hear it. Just keep going Stacy. No one's staring, not Lee, not anyone else. Denial was my only weapon.
"That isn't funny, dude. She could've been hurt!" I knew right away it was Lee's voice. Thanks so much Lee, I wanted to say. I was too humilliated to face him.
"And that would be a bad thing?" The boys became out of earshot quickly. I suddenly noticed something else, I was limping, and I didn't know why. My ankle wasn't sore or twisted.
"Stacy!" My cousin Alex rushed up to me. Relief flooded me. Although we weren't exactly friends (sometimes he can be a real jerk!), I knew I could rely on him.
"Oh my gosh, Alex! I can't believe what just-"
"Stacy!" he interrupted. "Where's your shoe?" I looked down. Only one tennishoe remained on my foot.
"Oh, great..." I croaked.
Lee was jogging up the blacktop. "Stacy."-I was beginning to know my name pretty well by now-"You forgot your shoe." He handed it to me.
No...
"Thanks." He smiled before heading back. I tried to smile back. It was ironic, not too long ago I'd been thinking of myself as the peasent girl of seventh grade. And just now, the Prince Charming of seventh grade had seen me run, and delivered my 'glass slipper'. I doubted Cinderella had felt this humillated when her prince charming came. "Stupid thing," I mumbled, tossing the shoe to the ground and stamping on it. "Some glass slipper you are."
I looked up to see Alex staring at me in confusion. "What the-"
"Just adjusting!" I said quickly.
"Whatever," was Alex's way of saying 'see ya' later.'
Thank God! Lee was nowhere in sight. Hopefully that meant he hadn't seen my glass slipper tantrum. I was feeling dizzy from the events of the past few minutes. The harder I thought about it, the foggier it seemd to become. But at the same time every moment I felt more ready to crawl into a hole. I probably looked hideouse too. I felt the back of my head. Only a small clump of blond hair still remained in the frizzy blond pony tail. I hadn't been standing tall, so my width was probably obviouse, and the ugly bruises on my legs were visable. It's the price I pay for fluffy haired, fat, and clumsy. I need to work hard to even stand negative ten percent of a chance around her.
There were two reasons why it was so hard to be around Lee- number one being my idiotic. This reason is a peticular group of people who are hard to classify. (Of course, all people in general are hard to classify, thanks to all those modern day stereo-types and lables.) If this were a fairy tale, I guess you could call them the princesses and ladies. Well, here are what some people might call them today: preps, cheerleaders, sorry excuses for human beings, b-----, and my personal favorite, Abercrombie shoppers. I'll just call them 'populars'. They were the girls who looked like super models, the girls with all the friends they could want, and the girls who . They had he highest ranks in the seventh grade pack. Compared to them, I was just a field mouse. Or an elephant, as some people called me.
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I hadn't felt like this since the end of last year. I was nervouse; I was embarrased; I was confused. Most of all I was excited and happy. Where are you? I asked silently. My eyes scanned the black top. Nope, he must be in the cafeteria. I'll be waiting right here. It was two monthes into the school year, but I still hadn't seen him since June. He'd been absent a lot lately. There he is! My eyes suddenly caught him, and I looked closely at him for the first time in ages. He's wearing red, Stacy, remember that. He looks so much taller now. The boy's head turned my way. His hand lifed. Oh my gosh! Did he just wave at me? I didn't know, so I just stood and stared.
"Hi, Stacy."
I leaped up. He was auctully talking to me!
"Hi," I replied. Our eyes locked. I felt terrified for some reason. We were both silent. Run away! Run away!
"Well...see ya' later!"
"Bye," I said hoarsley. I am such an idiot! I let him get away! I slammed a fist against the fence behind me. It chimed in protest. The boy was talking to a friend of his as he walked further away. I didn't want to loose sight of him, so I jammed one pink shoe into a loop of the steel fence. In a moment I was sitting on top. My large feet thrashed against the steel. Clang, clang, clang! Maybe this is a little obsessive, but I like it up here. I knew that was more then 'a little obsessive', but I didn't care. Ever since sixth grade I'd had a huge crush on this dude! There was just something about him that made all this obsession seem worth it.
I met him September third. That means it's been a year, a month, and six days. Yup, if you don't think that's obsessive, I don't know what is. At first glance my life may seem like a modern-day fairy tale. Basic plot; 'Peasent girl' likes 'Prince Charming', Prince Charming doesn't like her back, then there's a miracle, they both go to the school dance together. Then Prince Charming sees Peasent Girl is kind of cool, then everyone lives happily ever after. The End. Maybe my life is a modern fairy tale, but it isn't a fantasy. My name is Stacy Colloway, I guess you can call me the 'Peasent Girl' of this 'kingdom', a small town in Wisconsin called Austin-Bridge.
The 'Prince Charming' in my life was the boy I watched from the fence. His name was Lee Shanton, I'd met him my first year at A.B.M.S. (Austin-Bridge Middle School.) In sixth grade Phys. Ed. was my seventh hour class. At the time I was physched knowing I'd almost made it through my third day in Middle School. But to my horror, our first class began with a one-hundred meter jog. Fifty meters from the black top to the cone, and fifity meters back.I hated jogging, especially outside on unlevel dirt. It was hard for me because I was both asthemetic and out of shape. On top of it the temperature was ninty degrees. I was the only one who'd forgotten to bring shorts. So I found my self stumbling up a rocky hill, sweating, and gasping at least five meters behind everyone else. After being the last to finnish the dash, our instructor announced we were to split into groups.
Just when I thought things couldn't get wourse. I didn't know anyone in this class. That's when I first saw Lee Shanton, it happened when a voice from behind me asked, "Want to join our group?" From that moment on I knew one thing about Lee, he was friendly and considerate. I admired him for that.
Several other times Lee and I wound up on the same team. I've never been good at sports, but Lee didn't seem to care. When I did poorly he encouraged me, and when I did well he would compliment me. There was another thing I noticed, he was good looking, too.
Could we be boyfriend and girlfriend? I caught myself asking silently one day. Lee was so much more mature then a lot of boys I knew. A dream was what made it all cave in. I dreamt Lee had pulled me aside from a soccer game and kissed me gently on the cheek. I woke up in panic. I do not like him. I don't! So why am I dreaming things like this?! I soon became uncomfortable around him. I was found myself staring at pavement when he spoke, shaking whenever he passed me in the halls, and ready to shriek when he waved. To this day I don't know what scared me so much, but whatever it was, it was enough to ruin what little bit of relationship we could've had.
I shifted my weight on the fence, my head was spinning from thinking about all this. I toatolly blew it. He may have even liked me...I should probably get down, I'm not supposed to be up-
"Dang it!" I cussed, as one size eleven shoe hit the ground. I knew they were to big. Better go get it. I held onto the top bar ab
A scream escaped me as I slipped and hit the ground face first. My eyes were closed to avoid getting jabbed by the bristley grass blades.
"Whoah!"
I rolled clumsily onto my back. A suprised looking Lee Shanton standing only an inch away stared back. I froze.
"Oh my gosh," I gasped.
"Are you O.K?" Lee asked.
My heart raced. No! Lee Shanton, had not just seen that. I had not been only an inch away from crash landing on top of him."Uh. Yee- ah." I plunged onto my knees, then stumbled to my feet. This never happened, this never happened, this never happened. Which means there's not much more that can go wrong. I jogged forward.
"Looks like Dumbo thought she could fly. She deffinately needs to loose some!" My face burned. I wanted so badly to turn around and punch whoever said that in the nose, but I kept walking. Some people at this school just couldn't resist insulting my not-so-slim body. Didn't hear that. Nope, didn't hear it. Just keep going Stacy. No one's staring, not Lee, not anyone else. Denial was my only weapon.
"That isn't funny, dude. She could've been hurt!" I knew right away it was Lee's voice. Thanks so much Lee, I wanted to say. I was too humilliated to face him.
"And that would be a bad thing?" The boys became out of earshot quickly. I suddenly noticed something else, I was limping, and I didn't know why. My ankle wasn't sore or twisted.
"Stacy!" My cousin Alex rushed up to me. Relief flooded me. Although we weren't exactly friends (sometimes he can be a real jerk!), I knew I could rely on him.
"Oh my gosh, Alex! I can't believe what just-"
"Stacy!" he interrupted. "Where's your shoe?" I looked down. Only one tennishoe remained on my foot.
"Oh, great..." I croaked.
Lee was jogging up the blacktop. "Stacy."-I was beginning to know my name pretty well by now-"You forgot your shoe." He handed it to me.
No...
"Thanks." He smiled before heading back. I tried to smile back. It was ironic, not too long ago I'd been thinking of myself as the peasent girl of seventh grade. And just now, the Prince Charming of seventh grade had seen me run, and delivered my 'glass slipper'. I doubted Cinderella had felt this humillated when her prince charming came. "Stupid thing," I mumbled, tossing the shoe to the ground and stamping on it. "Some glass slipper you are."
I looked up to see Alex staring at me in confusion. "What the-"
"Just adjusting!" I said quickly.
"Whatever," was Alex's way of saying 'see ya' later.'
Thank God! Lee was nowhere in sight. Hopefully that meant he hadn't seen my glass slipper tantrum. I was feeling dizzy from the events of the past few minutes. The harder I thought about it, the foggier it seemd to become. But at the same time every moment I felt more ready to crawl into a hole. I probably looked hideouse too. I felt the back of my head. Only a small clump of blond hair still remained in the frizzy blond pony tail. I hadn't been standing tall, so my width was probably obviouse, and the ugly bruises on my legs were visable. It's the price I pay for fluffy haired, fat, and clumsy. I need to work hard to even stand negative ten percent of a chance around her.
There were two reasons why it was so hard to be around Lee- number one being my idiotic. This reason is a peticular group of people who are hard to classify. (Of course, all people in general are hard to classify, thanks to all those modern day stereo-types and lables.) If this were a fairy tale, I guess you could call them the princesses and ladies. Well, here are what some people might call them today: preps, cheerleaders, sorry excuses for human beings, b-----, and my personal favorite, Abercrombie shoppers. I'll just call them 'populars'. They were the girls who looked like super models, the girls with all the friends they could want, and the girls who . They had he highest ranks in the seventh grade pack. Compared to them, I was just a field mouse. Or an elephant, as some people called me.
