----- I doubt this will be long. I'm sorry. I seem to be incapable of writing long chapters! I start writing and then I have to eat or something. But I was wondering if anyone had any other examples of weaker characters like Bella. If you do, please give me the name of the book and possibly the author too. This will go towards a new story I'm considering writing. Thank you! ------
I hate gym class. It's not so much that I'm clumsy, or that I'm not fit. It's just that I have no athletic…well, I suppose talent would be the word I'm looking for. I cannot play sports. Not without losing!
All the same, I'm kind of looking forward to gym today, because it's all girls – the one class Max simply CANNOT transfer to. And if he were to, I would freak. So would all the other girls in my gym class, I suspect. Except maybe Kennedy – gym is the one class we ended up in together.
"Niomi pass the ball!" JJ yells. I look over at her. What ball? I almost ask. Then I look down at the basketball in my hands. Oh my god. When did that get there?! I don't remember catching it!!!! "Niomi!" JJ shrieks. I throw the ball hastily, but all the others are complaining. "She held it for to long," they whine, "She should have bounced it at least!"
I roll my eyes. It's just a stupid game. What's the big deal? I hear two of Melissa's cronies, Ella and Kim, whispering behind me. I can only just catch their words.
"…God I can't believe it…" Ella hisses, "I know! And can you believe she actually caught his attention?...." Kim whispers back. "Yeah…guess he's not into athletes." Ella gossips. "Or smart girls!" Kim giggles. Their words are getting louder. "She's taking academic." Ella puts in. "Yeah – and failing!" they laugh even harder.
I go cold. This has never happened to me before. Seriously. The basketball game resumes but Kim and Ella still talk and I still listen. "What's his name?" Kim quizzes. "Oh, it's M-something." Ella replies.
I suck in my breath. Kennedy cannot hear them – she'll be pissed. And anyway, they shouldn't be saying things like that. Not about me. I've always heard them gossip – but never like that, and never about myself. How could they? What's so wrong about me? I'm not stupid. I just failed one little test. And how do they know about that, anyway? Because god knows all of them are in applied!
"Excuse me," I whirl around. They don't even flinch. "You're excused." Says Kim snidely. Ok, I gave that one to her. But now they're going to get it. "No, you are. You shouldn't be talking like that!" I argue. "Oooh what are you going to do? Tell the teacher?" Ella rolls her eyes. "Please. Your just jealous." I sniff. "Ha. Of you? Not even." Kim retorts.
Only, I've been watching these girls for years. I know all about them.
"Ella, you have a thing for guys with brown eyes and you're tired of dating guys who don't treat you right." Ella looks shocked at my words. Because they're true. "As for you, Kim, you're probably the smartest girl. But you can't let Melissa know that, because she wants to be the smartest, so you're stuck in applied." Kim glares at me. "Whatever. You know nothing." She hisses.
But I've got it right. And they shut up.
After gym I head to geography. And it's not until I enter the room that I notice how cute Max actually is. Like I stated before, he has brown eyes. Big brown eyes. Ones that look like they take in everything you say. He has brown hair, too, but it's not really curly or straight. Kind of both. What I can tell you is that unlike majority of the guys now it isn't slicked back with so much gel that if you set a match to their head it would explode.
Max is tall. Well, in my books he is. I'm only five foot two. He's almost six foot. Not quite, but almost. As I sit down at my desk beside him, I have a strange desire to lace his fingers with mine. I shut my eyes. Stop it, Niomi. He's Kennedy's crush. I remind myself. And everyone knows that crushing on your best-friend's crush is unacceptable.
"Did you do the research?" Max inquires, ignoring my strange mood. I look at him blankly and then shake my head. "Um, I got to go. Be right back." I say. But then I grab the hall pass, head to the bathroom, and don't return until the bell rings.