Just to clear up some things: When it goes into italics, its to show what peeter is thinking. I though it would add to the story to show what he was thinking vs. how he acts.
-Pitgirl
"Just leave me alone!" Julia said pushing me to the ground. I know what your thinking, a girl, pushing a freshman down. Its unheard of till you see me. Hi, my name is Peeter, im 15 and actually a pretty nice looking guy. You know, if your into the whole pale, freckles and scrawny type. Ive never been the one to be seen playing sports, more of a Lego kid myself. Julia, Ive been crushing on her since the 3rd grade. She never has had much interest in me as you can tell. But i know she will come around... eventually, right? Just like in the movies, the guy ALWAYS gets the girl, ALWAYS! So at the moment, im waiting for something big to happen, the zombie apocalypse? I don't know, maybe?
To get closer to her, i though i would give this whole marching band thing a try. She's one of those flag girls, the ones with the gun and the makeup. I don't play an instrument, well actually, does the recorder count? I might as well do the drums, looks easy enough.
Peeter steps out of the beat up green Dodge Caravan, picking up the old HI-C bottles that fell out. " So embarrassing" he thought to himself as he slid the mini can door shut. As he steps up onto the curb, he see's a group of 3 guys walking his way. " Did you see those triplets!" the taller of the 3 said." Dude! they where freakin piss clean!". He was rolling some big case behind him, it was covered in stickers. " I could play that" the short, stubby, red headed one said. " Get me on snare and ill show ya!" he spat wile cracking his knuckles. The dark headed one doesn't say a word, like he didnt hear a any of the conversation. " I wonder what is up with the quiet one" Peeter wondered as he started his way to the front doors. He holds the door for the 3 older boys " thanks, fresh meat!" the chubby one retorted.
"Fresh meat... fresh meat" those words stuck in my head and i could barley manage to talk " R-right t-th-thanks" i said. I immediately just wanted to punch myself, ' right thanks', pfft what the hell was i thinking! " Huh?" he yelled from down the hall. I froze in my tracks, i don't even know if i was still breathing. Was i? I dont know! Think Peeter! Think!" uhh, nothing sUR!"... my voice cracked... KILL ME! KILL ME NOW! I now was our school color, blood red. They finally turned the corner, still laughing, but now i cant see them laughing at me. Which makes it better... in a way.
"Sur!?, really kid!" i turn to see a girl in pink rimed glasses and a clarinet, 'well, i least i think its a clarinet ' in her hand. " There just drumline, don't be such a doofus!". " Who are you callin a doofus!" i reply will all the confedince i had left in me, which i might add is pretty much nonexistent at this point. She rolls her eyes "what ever kid". ' What ever kid' pfft! Who does she think she is! I try to blow her off, though she stops right in front of me. " Whats your name doof kid?" she yells. " Im not a doo-... what ever!" I reply as i storm pass her. At this point, i dont know why im even trying, i should just- she grabbed my arm. Im trying my hardest to get free but she is way to strong. I just eventually just give up, " Peeter! the name is Peeter! Now can i please go to the band class room now!" the nerve of this girl! " The band class room? Hahhaa" she bursts out into laughter " God Petee you crack me up!" She is practically crying at this point. Whats wrong with this chick! " Uhh" i say, i start tugging on my sleeve again. " No one calls it the band class room." She says wiping tears from her eyes. " The name is Glad by the way". glad? what kind of name is glad? " Glad?" I snickered " really?!".