NOTE TO READERS: Ok I changed the beginning of this story, I didn't like
the way I had it before, so its different. Tell me what you think. Ok...I'm
gonna go try and think of a way to continue the other story. Tell me what
you think.
******I don't own anything****
"That top is great, you look hot. Did you see the new hip-huggers at..."
At times like these I usually tune out of the conversation. Although my closest friends consist of two girls, clothes rarely catch my interest, which most 8th grade girls seemed taken with. After entering forth period, math with Mr. Pescitu, I scanned the room for three available seats near each other. Lizzie and Miranda, the only people in the world that I trust, finally sat down side-by-side. While taking a seat directly in front of them, I took out my math book and looked over my homework.
"Settle down class, now lets begin...." Mr. Pescitu began, but I tuned out immediately. I had already read through the entire math text book and understood it perfectly, so there was nothing left to do, but relax and wait for a pop quiz.
After I was satisfied with my homework I looked around the room for something to entertain my wondering mind. There was the usual, Kate Sanders, cheerleading captain and most popular girl in school, re-appling her make-up again and again. Claire was next to her, obviously mocking those she felt were less superior than her, which meant all, but Kate. Ethan Craft, most popular guy in school, but it was obvious it was for his looks and not his brain, as he became hypnotized by a floating dust speck. Then in the corner, away from everyone, was Danielle Marticucci. She had already been in this school for five months, but hadn't spoken to a soul.
There was a chill in the October air when she walked into my class for the first time. Her hair, her features, and her past were not something I was interested in then. Danielle was just an ordinary girl that came to a new school to me, until my eyes fell on her crystal blue eyes. While everyone wondered about her past, I realized I already knew.
***** Second-grader David Gordon sat down at the benches and took out his spelling book. It was recess once again and everyone was off playing games and having fun, everyone but him. David quickly stole a glance at the only friends he had, Kate, Lizzie, and Miranda. They were playing hopscotch, but when he asked to join in they giggled and taunted, "Boy's don't play hopscotch, silly. Why don't you play dodgeball with the boys?" He didn't even bother asking to play with them. It was David's goal to avoid as much mocking as possible, so he sat on the benches and started his homework, like he did every recess.
"Oh look, its "smarty pants." David looked up, George, the leader of a few bullies, was teasing him again. David shook his head and returned to his book once more. "Yo, I'm talking to you!" George seemed frustrated and since he had the attention span of a peanut, he left.
"Don't let him get to you?" A voice near David spoke.
"Don't worry, I have learned that he is just an insignificant speck, that will spend his future years asking do you want fries with that and contemplating what went wrong?" David answered with a smirk as he looked up into the face full of confusion. "My parents are both shrinks." She seemed to understand after that.
"Oh ok...well hi, I'm Dannie."
"Danny? Isn't that a boy's name?"
"No, not Danny with an 'y' I spell it with 'ie. Its short for Danielle. I made it up myself, everyone needs a nickname. There are 3 Danielle's in our class, with Dannie, I'm more original."
"Oh, well my names David Gordon." Suddenly David seemed embarrassed for not having one of those nicknames. "But, I want a nickname."
Danielle began to think out loud, trying to find the perfect name. "Well, there are 4 David's in our class. Lets see. Dave? No, that wont do. Davey? Nah. Hmmmm..." David was impatient now, he needed a nickname. Five minutes passed and finally she spoke again, "I've got it, the perfect name. Since we cant find a shorter term for your first name, we'll go to your last. How about Gordo?"
David didn't seem impressed, "Well, its good for now, but lets work on it."
****** "Gordo? Gordo?!?" I looked around the almost empty classroom and wondered where everyone had disappeared to. Looking up, I saw Lizzie and Miranda. They had been calling me to tell me the bell had rung. As I stood up to gather my books together, I notice Danielle walking towards the door, but before she reached it, I could have sworn her eyes glanced at me, even if just for a second. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe...
ANOTHER NOTE: So was it good???? Bad???? Other?????
"That top is great, you look hot. Did you see the new hip-huggers at..."
At times like these I usually tune out of the conversation. Although my closest friends consist of two girls, clothes rarely catch my interest, which most 8th grade girls seemed taken with. After entering forth period, math with Mr. Pescitu, I scanned the room for three available seats near each other. Lizzie and Miranda, the only people in the world that I trust, finally sat down side-by-side. While taking a seat directly in front of them, I took out my math book and looked over my homework.
"Settle down class, now lets begin...." Mr. Pescitu began, but I tuned out immediately. I had already read through the entire math text book and understood it perfectly, so there was nothing left to do, but relax and wait for a pop quiz.
After I was satisfied with my homework I looked around the room for something to entertain my wondering mind. There was the usual, Kate Sanders, cheerleading captain and most popular girl in school, re-appling her make-up again and again. Claire was next to her, obviously mocking those she felt were less superior than her, which meant all, but Kate. Ethan Craft, most popular guy in school, but it was obvious it was for his looks and not his brain, as he became hypnotized by a floating dust speck. Then in the corner, away from everyone, was Danielle Marticucci. She had already been in this school for five months, but hadn't spoken to a soul.
There was a chill in the October air when she walked into my class for the first time. Her hair, her features, and her past were not something I was interested in then. Danielle was just an ordinary girl that came to a new school to me, until my eyes fell on her crystal blue eyes. While everyone wondered about her past, I realized I already knew.
***** Second-grader David Gordon sat down at the benches and took out his spelling book. It was recess once again and everyone was off playing games and having fun, everyone but him. David quickly stole a glance at the only friends he had, Kate, Lizzie, and Miranda. They were playing hopscotch, but when he asked to join in they giggled and taunted, "Boy's don't play hopscotch, silly. Why don't you play dodgeball with the boys?" He didn't even bother asking to play with them. It was David's goal to avoid as much mocking as possible, so he sat on the benches and started his homework, like he did every recess.
"Oh look, its "smarty pants." David looked up, George, the leader of a few bullies, was teasing him again. David shook his head and returned to his book once more. "Yo, I'm talking to you!" George seemed frustrated and since he had the attention span of a peanut, he left.
"Don't let him get to you?" A voice near David spoke.
"Don't worry, I have learned that he is just an insignificant speck, that will spend his future years asking do you want fries with that and contemplating what went wrong?" David answered with a smirk as he looked up into the face full of confusion. "My parents are both shrinks." She seemed to understand after that.
"Oh ok...well hi, I'm Dannie."
"Danny? Isn't that a boy's name?"
"No, not Danny with an 'y' I spell it with 'ie. Its short for Danielle. I made it up myself, everyone needs a nickname. There are 3 Danielle's in our class, with Dannie, I'm more original."
"Oh, well my names David Gordon." Suddenly David seemed embarrassed for not having one of those nicknames. "But, I want a nickname."
Danielle began to think out loud, trying to find the perfect name. "Well, there are 4 David's in our class. Lets see. Dave? No, that wont do. Davey? Nah. Hmmmm..." David was impatient now, he needed a nickname. Five minutes passed and finally she spoke again, "I've got it, the perfect name. Since we cant find a shorter term for your first name, we'll go to your last. How about Gordo?"
David didn't seem impressed, "Well, its good for now, but lets work on it."
****** "Gordo? Gordo?!?" I looked around the almost empty classroom and wondered where everyone had disappeared to. Looking up, I saw Lizzie and Miranda. They had been calling me to tell me the bell had rung. As I stood up to gather my books together, I notice Danielle walking towards the door, but before she reached it, I could have sworn her eyes glanced at me, even if just for a second. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe...
ANOTHER NOTE: So was it good???? Bad???? Other?????