A/N: This idea stirred up when I met an 8th grader in my middle school
THAT LOOKS LIKE MARKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway... lol... a lot of
this happened. Execpt I"m not named Maureen. Anyway, enjoy!
Mark: 13 yrs. Maureen: 11.
"Please, Phyllica?" the girl asked.
"Fine.. fine..." The other girl, know as Phyllica, replied.
"Yay! Thank you!" the first girl replied gratefully.
"Maureen, Phyllica, back to work." Their teacher demanded, and the girls got back to their long division. "Phe... tell him that you want to introduce him to your friend, and then pull him over to my locker, okay?" Maureen asked Phyllicia.
"Okay."
Maureen's POV
"Hi." I say, looking up at him. God, he's tall!
"Hi." He replies, smiling.
"Mark, this is Maureen. Maureen, this is Mark." Phyllica introduced.
"hi." We both say, within seconds of each other. I turn my back to Mark, and bend down to get my pocketbook and backpack. I try to act classy, but it's kind of hard to do so in a mini skirt and stilettos. I fumble with my jacket a second, and walk down the hall, and down the 3 flights of stairs. The whole time, I'm smiling. I trip halfway down the stairs, and Mark notices, since he was right behind me.
"Oh, God, are you okay?" he asks.
"Ow.. yeah, I"m fine." I reply, turning bright red with embarrassment.
He slowly pulls me up, and grabs my stuff, and hands it to me. "Thanks." I say, shyly.
"Oh, no problem." He replies, cheerfully. "Bye" I say quietly, and continue down the stairs. I proceed out of the school, and down to my bus. I sit down in a seat, and throw my stuff on the side. The bus slowly fills, and at last, we're moving.
I take out my mirror, and look at my hair. "Damn, I look horrible!" I tell myself, and take out the clip that was holding my hair up. Clumsy me, I drop it. "Oh, damn..." I say softly. It's under that snobby girl, Shannon's legs. I try as discreetly as I can to pick it up, but she notices. "Oh, God, Maureen! You such a dyke!" she exclaims. "Fuck off, bitch!" I tell her, and proceed to clip up my hair. "Oooooh... Maureen, you just cursed out Shannon!" this kid Nick exclaims. "Great job, lezzie!" Nick exclaims.
Mark: 13 yrs. Maureen: 11.
"Please, Phyllica?" the girl asked.
"Fine.. fine..." The other girl, know as Phyllica, replied.
"Yay! Thank you!" the first girl replied gratefully.
"Maureen, Phyllica, back to work." Their teacher demanded, and the girls got back to their long division. "Phe... tell him that you want to introduce him to your friend, and then pull him over to my locker, okay?" Maureen asked Phyllicia.
"Okay."
Maureen's POV
"Hi." I say, looking up at him. God, he's tall!
"Hi." He replies, smiling.
"Mark, this is Maureen. Maureen, this is Mark." Phyllica introduced.
"hi." We both say, within seconds of each other. I turn my back to Mark, and bend down to get my pocketbook and backpack. I try to act classy, but it's kind of hard to do so in a mini skirt and stilettos. I fumble with my jacket a second, and walk down the hall, and down the 3 flights of stairs. The whole time, I'm smiling. I trip halfway down the stairs, and Mark notices, since he was right behind me.
"Oh, God, are you okay?" he asks.
"Ow.. yeah, I"m fine." I reply, turning bright red with embarrassment.
He slowly pulls me up, and grabs my stuff, and hands it to me. "Thanks." I say, shyly.
"Oh, no problem." He replies, cheerfully. "Bye" I say quietly, and continue down the stairs. I proceed out of the school, and down to my bus. I sit down in a seat, and throw my stuff on the side. The bus slowly fills, and at last, we're moving.
I take out my mirror, and look at my hair. "Damn, I look horrible!" I tell myself, and take out the clip that was holding my hair up. Clumsy me, I drop it. "Oh, damn..." I say softly. It's under that snobby girl, Shannon's legs. I try as discreetly as I can to pick it up, but she notices. "Oh, God, Maureen! You such a dyke!" she exclaims. "Fuck off, bitch!" I tell her, and proceed to clip up my hair. "Oooooh... Maureen, you just cursed out Shannon!" this kid Nick exclaims. "Great job, lezzie!" Nick exclaims.