What Makes You Different Ch. 1
"Hey! Watch where you're going," grumbled an inconsiderate cheerleader as she walked pass Theresa.
"Sorry," apologized Theresa. Shouldn't you be the one apologizing to me? After all, you're the one who wasn't paying attention.
Theresa watched sadly as the cheerleader walked seductively towards the football players. Cheerleaders! They think they own the world. Or at least most of them. I have to admit, not all of them are like that.
As Theresa refocused her attention back to the auction, she shifted her body back and forth in anxiety. "I can't believe I'm actually going to bid on a basket," Theresa whispered to Melissa, one of her best friends.
"Why not? After all, you deserve this. How often can one bid on a picnic basket filled with delicious food and a gorgeous guy to go with it?" exclaimed Melissa.
"I don't know. It's just that I don't know how to relate to guys. You see how I get when one gets near me. Besides, I'm only doing this for the children," explained Theresa.
The auction was raising money to donate to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. This non-profit organization makes the wishes of terminally ill children come true. A smile crept on Theresa's face when she imaged the smiles that this fundraiser will bring when the children sees their wishes becoming a reality.
Concentrating on the goal of the auction, Theresa bid on the basket she found most appealing.
"Next, we have a delectable basket. It contains potato salad, fried chicken, Pepsi, and homemade chocolate chip cookies with walnuts," announced the auctioneer.
Theresa's mouth watered at the thought of chewy chocolate that melts when she bites into the cookie. I have to get that basket. Her confidence began to increase.
"Do I hear $20?"
"$20."
"$25."
"$30," yelled Theresa.
"$60," shouted the cheerleader that Theresa bumped into earlier.
"You're not going to let that girl take the basket away from you are you?" asked Melissa. She saw what happened earlier and disliked the girl from treated her best friend as if she was a nobody.
"$100," said Theresa.
Everyone looked at Theresa. They couldn't believe she would spend that much money on a basket.
"Going once. Going twice. Sold to the young lady wearing the yellow sunflower dress.
"Yes!" exclaimed Melissa. She was more excited for Theresa than Theresa was.
Theresa walked timidly towards the stage. She was eager to find out which guy prepared the basket. As an added surprise, no one knew which guy submitted their baskets for the auction until someone bought it. Theresa waited impatiently for the individual to approach the stage. After what seems like an eternity, a figure finally emerged from the crowd.
"Hey! Watch where you're going," grumbled an inconsiderate cheerleader as she walked pass Theresa.
"Sorry," apologized Theresa. Shouldn't you be the one apologizing to me? After all, you're the one who wasn't paying attention.
Theresa watched sadly as the cheerleader walked seductively towards the football players. Cheerleaders! They think they own the world. Or at least most of them. I have to admit, not all of them are like that.
As Theresa refocused her attention back to the auction, she shifted her body back and forth in anxiety. "I can't believe I'm actually going to bid on a basket," Theresa whispered to Melissa, one of her best friends.
"Why not? After all, you deserve this. How often can one bid on a picnic basket filled with delicious food and a gorgeous guy to go with it?" exclaimed Melissa.
"I don't know. It's just that I don't know how to relate to guys. You see how I get when one gets near me. Besides, I'm only doing this for the children," explained Theresa.
The auction was raising money to donate to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. This non-profit organization makes the wishes of terminally ill children come true. A smile crept on Theresa's face when she imaged the smiles that this fundraiser will bring when the children sees their wishes becoming a reality.
Concentrating on the goal of the auction, Theresa bid on the basket she found most appealing.
"Next, we have a delectable basket. It contains potato salad, fried chicken, Pepsi, and homemade chocolate chip cookies with walnuts," announced the auctioneer.
Theresa's mouth watered at the thought of chewy chocolate that melts when she bites into the cookie. I have to get that basket. Her confidence began to increase.
"Do I hear $20?"
"$20."
"$25."
"$30," yelled Theresa.
"$60," shouted the cheerleader that Theresa bumped into earlier.
"You're not going to let that girl take the basket away from you are you?" asked Melissa. She saw what happened earlier and disliked the girl from treated her best friend as if she was a nobody.
"$100," said Theresa.
Everyone looked at Theresa. They couldn't believe she would spend that much money on a basket.
"Going once. Going twice. Sold to the young lady wearing the yellow sunflower dress.
"Yes!" exclaimed Melissa. She was more excited for Theresa than Theresa was.
Theresa walked timidly towards the stage. She was eager to find out which guy prepared the basket. As an added surprise, no one knew which guy submitted their baskets for the auction until someone bought it. Theresa waited impatiently for the individual to approach the stage. After what seems like an eternity, a figure finally emerged from the crowd.
