Hey guys, Tori here. Sorry I haven't been updating things in a while. I feel like starting this 100 theme challenge since my writing skills have improved.
1 Introduction.
Starting 5th grade is tough, but in a new school, it's tougher. James wasn't sure of a better adjective to think of, his intelligence was already below average. 5th grade was going to be scary but James kept his held high.
He strolled onto the playground with the swagger of a champion, pushing past the swings and finding a spot under a tree to admire himself in his brand new hand mirror his mom bought him as a moving present.
It was obviously his favorite of all his hand mirrors, a long handle and optimal glass size.
Optimal was the word of the day on his mom's calendar.
James pulled out his lucky comb and began to adjust his hair; it was disheveled and messy from sleeping in class. If by magic, a shiny red ball plummeted from the sky at a deafening speed. James flew out of the way but sadly, his precious mirror did not. He looked at it sadly, pushing the glass chips out of the frame to reveal the pegboard backing, biting back tears. He swore he'd kill the jerk that kicked that ball.
Leaving behind the mirror like a fallen solider, James picked up the ball and stomped over to the field. There was no teams, just 3 boys, obviously James' age, standing at home plate, arguing.
"It just skimmed the 3rd base line. THAT'S A FOUL," screamed a small Latino boy wearing an oversized hockey helmet. When he yelled it went askew.
"Nu-uh Car-stupid. It was a homerun and you know it. BABY." Shouted a boy taller than the others. He had eyebrows that were much too large for his face.
"GUYS! GUYS!" screeched the most normal looking boy of the trio, with short black hair obviously spiked up by his mom. "That kid brought back our ball!"
James almost forgot why he was there then saw the ball and regained his anger.
"Excuse me, Miss can we please have our ball?" Tall, Blonde and eyebrows said with a smug smile.
"Kendall! That's not nice! I think he's a boy…" said the normal boy, placing a hand on 'Kendall's' shoulder.
"I am a dude you idiot! You and your cruddy ball broke my favorite mirror!"
"Sah-rey Madonna, I hope you didn't spill your makeup!"
"You sound like you want to fight, caterpillar face!"
The two boys started to go at it, kicking and spitting until they both sat in panting heaps.
"I'm James. James Diamond. Truce" he held out his small hand.
"Kendall Knight. Truce" he shook it.
"That's Logan Mitchell and that's Carlos Garcia"
"Nice to meet you!" said Carlos gleefully. They stared at him.
"What? My mom makes me say that jeez"
The recess bell rang, beckoning them into the building.
"So do you want to hang out sometime after school?" Kendall asked sheepishly.
"Yeah! I mean I…have to ask my mom. And I have acting classes Tuesdays. And I have to watch my baby sister, Skye on Wednesdays."
"Cool, You're in Mrs. Wells' class, right?"
"Yep. You're in Mrs. Tooma's? "
"I am too!" shouted Logan, trailing behind Kendall.
Carlos looked at James expectantly.
"Oh I guess we should go right?"
"Want to sit next to me during reading?" carols asked animatedly. Man this kid never calmed down.
"Yeah! Lets go!"