Chapter Eleven
A/N: Okay, for the next couple of chapters, it's kinda gonna be through Gordo's POV. Well, not really. It's not him actually telling the story, it's just telling what happens when he moves to Massachusetts. I need to write these chapters because it introcudes a new character. And I don't know anything about Massachusetts, so I can make stuff up if I want to, because this is my story, so there.
Chapter Eleven
Gordo walked through the schoolyard of his new school. Everyone was staring at him. It was so awkward, being in a new state, and having to hang around in some place where everyone looks at you like you're a slug.
Well, not everyone looked at Gordo like he was a slug. There was one person who always smiled at him whenever he waked by.
And her name was Brooke Morgan.
Brooke, in Gordo's opinion, was beautiful. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he likes Lizzie, but he decided that he needed to start off fresh.
Brooke was about Gordo's height, which was pretty tall, since Gordo had a growth spurt the year before. She had long brunette hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She carried around tons of books and she was pretty quiet. Yet, she was pretty popular.
Every now and then, Gordo would hear some senior walk up to Brooke and say something like, "Could I put my meat in your taco?"
And Brooke, with a disgusted look on her face, would say back, "No, thank you, I'm a vegetarian," and walk past him.
Brooke was in most of Gordo's classes, though they have never spoken to each other.
Gordo walked up to his locker, and pulled on the door. It wouldn't budge.
"Oh, come on," he whispered. He pulled harder.
After five minutes of pulling, he finally got it open. But he had pulled it so hard that he ended up hitting himself in the face and fell onto the ground.
"Oh, my god, are you alright!?"
That voice...it had to be...
No.
Why would Brooke talk to me? Gordo asked himself.
"Yeah," Gordo mumbled.
"Here, let me help you up," Brooke said, outstretching her hand.
Gordo stared at it for a minute before grabbing onto it. She pulled him up and said, "These lockers are really old. They always get stuck."
"Oh.." Gordo said.
"Your name's David Gordon, right?"
"Yeah...but my friends call me Gordo. I mean...my old friends...I don't have any friends here," Gordo told her.
"Now you do," Brooke said simply.
"Huh?"
"I'm your friend now, if that's okay with you."
"Yeah, that'd be...great," Gordo said.
Brooke smiled.
And Gordo smiled back.
A/N: I know that chapter was short, but that doesn't really matter right now. I'm in the middle of writing the next one now.
A/N: Okay, for the next couple of chapters, it's kinda gonna be through Gordo's POV. Well, not really. It's not him actually telling the story, it's just telling what happens when he moves to Massachusetts. I need to write these chapters because it introcudes a new character. And I don't know anything about Massachusetts, so I can make stuff up if I want to, because this is my story, so there.
Chapter Eleven
Gordo walked through the schoolyard of his new school. Everyone was staring at him. It was so awkward, being in a new state, and having to hang around in some place where everyone looks at you like you're a slug.
Well, not everyone looked at Gordo like he was a slug. There was one person who always smiled at him whenever he waked by.
And her name was Brooke Morgan.
Brooke, in Gordo's opinion, was beautiful. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he likes Lizzie, but he decided that he needed to start off fresh.
Brooke was about Gordo's height, which was pretty tall, since Gordo had a growth spurt the year before. She had long brunette hair, green eyes, and fair skin. She carried around tons of books and she was pretty quiet. Yet, she was pretty popular.
Every now and then, Gordo would hear some senior walk up to Brooke and say something like, "Could I put my meat in your taco?"
And Brooke, with a disgusted look on her face, would say back, "No, thank you, I'm a vegetarian," and walk past him.
Brooke was in most of Gordo's classes, though they have never spoken to each other.
Gordo walked up to his locker, and pulled on the door. It wouldn't budge.
"Oh, come on," he whispered. He pulled harder.
After five minutes of pulling, he finally got it open. But he had pulled it so hard that he ended up hitting himself in the face and fell onto the ground.
"Oh, my god, are you alright!?"
That voice...it had to be...
No.
Why would Brooke talk to me? Gordo asked himself.
"Yeah," Gordo mumbled.
"Here, let me help you up," Brooke said, outstretching her hand.
Gordo stared at it for a minute before grabbing onto it. She pulled him up and said, "These lockers are really old. They always get stuck."
"Oh.." Gordo said.
"Your name's David Gordon, right?"
"Yeah...but my friends call me Gordo. I mean...my old friends...I don't have any friends here," Gordo told her.
"Now you do," Brooke said simply.
"Huh?"
"I'm your friend now, if that's okay with you."
"Yeah, that'd be...great," Gordo said.
Brooke smiled.
And Gordo smiled back.
A/N: I know that chapter was short, but that doesn't really matter right now. I'm in the middle of writing the next one now.