English project: Write five journal entries from another character's point of viewSo basically I got asked to write fanfiction for a grade...
Tuesday—
We were supposed to play badminton today, which I quite enjoy. It's not so much about strength, unlike football which terrifies me. Of course, things never seem to work out for me. Now, I can fully respect that other boys don't share my opinion of what's fun, but sometimes I just can't stand it.
Okay, maybe a better explanation is in order. I know I don't really have the social standing rights to discriminate, but I don't really like Phineas at all. First is his name, Phineas. It just commands respect and attention. If fact, every boy's name at Devon calls for some amount of honorable recognition, Gene, Finny, Brinker, Chet, Bobby, every single one except mine. Elwin has a distinctly more feminine sound. I suppose I'm the closest thing this school has to a girl. Secondly, Finny's got this smugness around him, and everyone's always so interested in what he's doing and what he has to say. He always finds a way to get out of whatever doesn't suit his fancy. Case in point, today, rather than play badminton, Finny makes up a completely nonsensical game, and since no one ever speaks up against him, everyone played it.
All the other guys start running through the woods. I stood there for a minute, staring off in the direction of the nets and still clasping a racquet. I couldn't go play by myself; badminton isn't a solitary game. Someone in the woods yelled "Blitzball!" It called me. Setting my racquet in the grass with a sigh and letting the notion of a nice easy game of badminton fade away, I jogged into the woods following the brutish sounds of grunting and shouting.
I found them all standing in a huddle around Phineas and Gene. They were arguing about something then everyone started running again, so I followed. I stopped paying attention and stared up at the sky. It was an unusually bright blue today and shone behind the leaves of the trees. Someone called Leper and I snapped back; there was a medicine ball flying at my head. It landed in my hands, my knees buckled, and I immediately dropped it with a thud before skittering back proclaiming my first thought, that I didn't want it. My second thought, which came after Finny started explaining a rule I had apparently just invented, was that this game was stupid. The ball was given back to Gene, and he complained that no one else had had it except for him. I felt a bit guilty after hearing that; I'd had the ball for a split second, but preformed a 'Lepellier Refusal.' I couldn't help but feel that that put more space between Gene and me than there already was.
—Elwin