Chapter Two:
Sarah and her aunt were invited to sit with John and his family, and it was quite enjoyable. Second Class got all they needed, but not as much as First Class. Sarah started to hope that, since her aunt was friends with someone in First Class, they'd let them into the Dining and Dancing at night, which only First Class passengers were allowed in.
Sarah ate quietly while the rest chatted wildly. John told many things about his day (mostly lies, but Sarah bit her lip and resisted telling the truth), while using hand motions. His stories were so exciting that Sarah got lost inside them, just like when she read her books. After a while she never realized she had crossed her arms on the table, dropped her fork, and was staring at John as he talked for the rest of the evening. The look in her eyes was excited and curious. John winked at her often as he told his lies. Michelle and John's mother clapped and gasped as they believed him.
"So, did you enjoy being a First Class passenger for a night?" said John loudly as everyone started to leave.
"Yes, I actually did. That's one good reason my aunt met you." Sarah said, thought she didn't mean it. Cory laughed at John as he made a small frown.
"Ah, no worries. I know something she'll really like." John smirked as he slowly passed her seat. Sarah sat, trying tremendously not to say anything.
"She'll surly love this part of being a First Classman. Too bad they probably won't let her-"
"You mean you can get them to let us in the dances?" Sarah let it slip out just before she could cover her mouth. John and Cory bent over laughing, and she glared at them furiously again.
"Not a chance! They'd never let you in!" John said, still laughing.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sarah said jumping up from her seat in misery.
"Oh, nothing." John said, winking at her, then they both left, leaving her standing in dismay.
"Stupid jerk!" Sarah yelled as she got into her room. She made sure she was by herself, then she fell onto the bed. "Stupid First Class jerk! He doesn't care about me! He'd never dance with me!" she gasped, realizing what she had just said. "No no no no no! I don't want to dance with him!" she corrected herself. "Who would?"
She said, then after a few moments she picked up her diary.
Dear Diary,
Today I met two First Class boys, one around my age. His name is John. He makes me very confused, and here are the reasons why:
1. Sometimes he seems so nice when you first meet him, and funny too, but then you feel backstabbed once you've been with him for more than ten minutes. 2. He teases me so much, yet, at times, he stops and seems like the sweetest guy in the world. 3. If he takes something from you, he does give it back to you. At least he doesn't steal. 4. He lies to his mother a lot, yet, when he tells lies, he seems so irresistible. 5. Sometimes when i look at him I get a strange feeling inside. I want to hate him, and push him over board, but at the same time I want to dance with him.
Too bad they don't let Second Class passengers into the Dances.
Sarah
She snapped her book shut with a sigh, and went to bed, thinking of John without even realizing it.
"John, are you being nice to Michelle's daughter?" said his mother as she stopped him in the hall. He smiled innocently, and stood up straight. He had been trying to sneak into the room without his mother seeing him.
"Of course I am." he said.
"She is a nice girl. Beautiful too." said his mother.
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Is she being nice to you?"
"The worst." John remained looking serious. "No, I'm just kidding." he said when his mother's face turned into surprise.
"Well good. I expect all three of you to get along with each other, just like Michelle and me. No, off to bed."
John quickly ran into the other room, trying to shut the door, but he wasn't fast enough to close out the, "And no pushing her overboard!"
John just chuckled and climbed into his bed. Not that he would reall push her overboard. It was just a small prank he had in mind to do to someone, but he decided to discard it, for he had different plans.
Sarah and her aunt were invited to sit with John and his family, and it was quite enjoyable. Second Class got all they needed, but not as much as First Class. Sarah started to hope that, since her aunt was friends with someone in First Class, they'd let them into the Dining and Dancing at night, which only First Class passengers were allowed in.
Sarah ate quietly while the rest chatted wildly. John told many things about his day (mostly lies, but Sarah bit her lip and resisted telling the truth), while using hand motions. His stories were so exciting that Sarah got lost inside them, just like when she read her books. After a while she never realized she had crossed her arms on the table, dropped her fork, and was staring at John as he talked for the rest of the evening. The look in her eyes was excited and curious. John winked at her often as he told his lies. Michelle and John's mother clapped and gasped as they believed him.
"So, did you enjoy being a First Class passenger for a night?" said John loudly as everyone started to leave.
"Yes, I actually did. That's one good reason my aunt met you." Sarah said, thought she didn't mean it. Cory laughed at John as he made a small frown.
"Ah, no worries. I know something she'll really like." John smirked as he slowly passed her seat. Sarah sat, trying tremendously not to say anything.
"She'll surly love this part of being a First Classman. Too bad they probably won't let her-"
"You mean you can get them to let us in the dances?" Sarah let it slip out just before she could cover her mouth. John and Cory bent over laughing, and she glared at them furiously again.
"Not a chance! They'd never let you in!" John said, still laughing.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sarah said jumping up from her seat in misery.
"Oh, nothing." John said, winking at her, then they both left, leaving her standing in dismay.
"Stupid jerk!" Sarah yelled as she got into her room. She made sure she was by herself, then she fell onto the bed. "Stupid First Class jerk! He doesn't care about me! He'd never dance with me!" she gasped, realizing what she had just said. "No no no no no! I don't want to dance with him!" she corrected herself. "Who would?"
She said, then after a few moments she picked up her diary.
Dear Diary,
Today I met two First Class boys, one around my age. His name is John. He makes me very confused, and here are the reasons why:
1. Sometimes he seems so nice when you first meet him, and funny too, but then you feel backstabbed once you've been with him for more than ten minutes. 2. He teases me so much, yet, at times, he stops and seems like the sweetest guy in the world. 3. If he takes something from you, he does give it back to you. At least he doesn't steal. 4. He lies to his mother a lot, yet, when he tells lies, he seems so irresistible. 5. Sometimes when i look at him I get a strange feeling inside. I want to hate him, and push him over board, but at the same time I want to dance with him.
Too bad they don't let Second Class passengers into the Dances.
Sarah
She snapped her book shut with a sigh, and went to bed, thinking of John without even realizing it.
"John, are you being nice to Michelle's daughter?" said his mother as she stopped him in the hall. He smiled innocently, and stood up straight. He had been trying to sneak into the room without his mother seeing him.
"Of course I am." he said.
"She is a nice girl. Beautiful too." said his mother.
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Is she being nice to you?"
"The worst." John remained looking serious. "No, I'm just kidding." he said when his mother's face turned into surprise.
"Well good. I expect all three of you to get along with each other, just like Michelle and me. No, off to bed."
John quickly ran into the other room, trying to shut the door, but he wasn't fast enough to close out the, "And no pushing her overboard!"
John just chuckled and climbed into his bed. Not that he would reall push her overboard. It was just a small prank he had in mind to do to someone, but he decided to discard it, for he had different plans.