Chapter 1: Boring old Commas
Crap. That was my last piece of paper. At the speed was talking, our grade would be able to write a series about the way to properly use a comma in a sentence. Sadly, Mrs. Court is my English teacher. She had the body of an angel but the verbal speed of a child at christmas.
"...and remember, this Will be on the -"
RRIINNGG!!
Thankfully, the bell halted her rant about commas. I was bored to death anyways, and I needed a break.
As I gathered my books off my desk, I noticed Reece coming over to me. Reece Forrester, a.k.a. best friend since grade 1, is, in my opinion, so normal it burns my eyes. Short chocolate coloured hair, not too curly not too straight, with a thin face that made his green eyes pop. That's what made Reece different in grade 1: he was the only one that maintained to look good with green eyes. The other guys were either fat or just looked really, really ugly. He was about my height, which was a pretty short 5'7", considering that most of the guys in our school were at least 5'11". But the thing that made me scared the most; he had a six pack and maintained perfect skin. Yep, that's right. I've never seen a single zit on that kids face. So as he walked over to my desk, I wondered when that kid would finally get an acne issue.
Wonder what he wants, I thought to myself, better not have to do with commas. But as he grew closer to my desk, I noticed the look on his face was....different. He didn't look happy or sad, angry or even mad, just...neutral I guess. Sadly, that expression only lasted about 5 seconds, when the corners of his mouth curled up to reveal to me a piece of broccoli stuck in his teeth, yuck, and it told me what any other kid would fear to hear: Jake had a plan.
Jake Park, a.k.a. the new kid to what used to be Me and Reece's duo, is always coming up with crazy ideas that obviously won't work. But every time me or Reece tried to tell him it wouldn't work, he would always say "Hey, you can't prove that until I brake my arm trying to prove you wrong". And that's what made Jake great, he was always willing to do something that no one else would ever think of doing.
"Ok Reece," I started, letting out a heavy sigh," What's he got planned this time?"
Fearing the worst, I awaited Reece to reply. Of course, he was trying to create a suspenseful moment, and as usual, he succeeded.
"Well Reece?!" I said impatiently
"How 'bout I show you instead?" Reece challenged, obviously knowing that once he said that, I couldn't refuse. Curse Reece for knowing me so well.
After leaving a suspenseful moment of silence for Reece, I finally agreed.
"Alright. Let's hit locker bay to put that crap away," Jake said, pointing at my mess of papers and textbooks.
"Yes, lets," I said, trying to hide a smile as I gave him half of my papers.
Realising that he'd made an error in what he said, he quickly corrected himself,
"Er....I mean let's hit locker bay so You can put that crap away."
"Aww and I was thinking you would help me for once," I said, whining like a girl in the end.
"Sorry, I just don't have time anymore," Reece replied, trying to mimic me. He knew what I was doing.
"But Bryce, your always with your friends, and you never pay attention to me!" I whined in a girlish voice, a smile spread across my face the size of the United States.
"Alright Bryce, let's stop pretending to be Stefani," Reece replied, laughing as he picked up a textbook and hit me on the head with it, "Come on, let's go meet Jake. He's probably already started."
Grimacing on impact, I maintained the face just a moment longer to joke around a bit with Reece. That's how tight we were. Were. Laughing, Reece turned to start heading for the door. As he neared the door, I noticed a girl walking down the hall outside the door. She was laughing; the sound like wind chimes in my ears. Who was she?
My bubble popped almost instantly when Nash nudged me. Turning to see what he wanted, he must have see the look on my face, because he started laughing almost hysterically.
"Wow, Bryce I didn't know, you liked Reece that much!" He panted out, his laughing interrupting every two words. Changing my expression from awe to a grimace, I punched him in the shoulder.
Rubbing his shoulder from the impact-I knew it had hurt, since I was intending it to- he apologized with a slight head nod. Nodding back quickly, I jammed all my papers into my algebra textbook and ran to catch up with Reece and Jake for lunch.