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Chapter 3 Nut cracker
My oh my! Logan the great warrior, it sounds so great! Sigh… I'm talking about Logan if you're wondering. He had dressed up as a warrior, with shield and everything! I can't help but to steer…
But hello there Warren! Looking good, but what are you? I know! You are your self! Man I'm good…
(One glass of lemonade and one hot dog later…)
"I can't take this any more!" I yelled to Jordan with my hands over my ears.
"WHAT?"
"I can't take this anymore!"
"WHAT?"
"TAKE THIS NO MORE!" and of course when it became quiet when I yelled that. Everyone was looking at me like a mad person.
"Hey ya all!" Ok, not helping.
"I'll just go out to get some fresh air…" I told Jordan and left. How embarrassing! But that's a thing that can only happen to me, because bad luck is my middle name. I won't tell you about all my embarrassing moments, but it is one that I will remember. I was 12 and I had just come back from my holiday in Spain and I wore a skirt. (I can see that you know were I'm going) And Lucy Parkinson pulled it down so that every one could see my panties.
It was cold out side but I kept walking until I came to stairs by the main entrance. I stood on the top of the stairs for a while.
"Hi." Someone said behind me and I got so surprised that when I turned to see who it was, I fell down all the cold and stony stairs.
It was all blurry for a while but than I could see the person stand above me.
"Pain…" I groaned.
"Are you ok?" asked the person helplessly.
"Oh yeah, I'm fline… I mean fine." I smiled madly at him. It felt like I had lost a huge part of my brain! (What do you mean what brain?)
"You don't look fine. And you're bleeding." I didn't realize who it was before he sat down next to me. It was Warren Peace.
"I am? Oh that's just… Wait a second, you're Warren Peace!" Oh, like he didn't know that!
"Yeah, I know. But who are you?"
"I'm Taylor Cadwell." Some of my brain was coming back to me.
"Hi. You should really go to a teacher."
"No I'm fine…" We sat down on the stairs and when I tried to dry the blood of my forehead, he handed me a kerchief, with flowers on…
"Don't worry, I haven't used it."
"But it'll be all bloody."
"Than I'll have reason to throw it away."
"You don't like it?"
"Do I look like a flower guy?" I smiled and dried my forehead. Pain…Full…
"What are you doing out here anyway? The party is inside." He said.
"I know I just needed some fresh air."
"Me too…" We sat there in silence for a couple of seconds before I said something. (I hate uncomfortable silence!)
"You know it Halloween, you're suppose to wear a costume."
"I'm not so fond of Halloween. And I think I'm frightening enough already…"
"What makes you say you're frightening?"
"Well, you did fall down the stairs and crack your head when you saw me."
"I was surprised that's all…"
"Hey Warren, are you coming inside again?" Asked a brown haired boy, that I knew was called Will.
"Coming." He said and Will left.
"See you later nut cracker." He said and walked up the stony stairs and walked inside too. I smiled, nut cracker. That was new…
(Two dances and a night later.)
"Come on people this can't be the best you got!" yelled Coach Boomer. We were all lying on the ground in the large stinking gym. We ought to take 20 sit-ups followed buy 5 push-ups. I hate Coach Boomer!
"You all took seconds helpings last night didn't you!" He yelled as 30 groans sounded across the gym.
"I like food, it's not my fault!" I groaned helplessly as I took my 7th sit-up. I could shoot him with an arrow, but than every one will know that it's me… Need a better plan.
"Good job Xavier!" said Coach Boomer in Xavier's ear. I could just kill him…
"Thanks uncle."
"Now everyone get up!" We applied, but with difficulties. Jordan was so tired that I had to threaten her with one of my arrows to get her up.
"Boy's on one side of me and girls on the other." We did so without knowing why. "Gabriella!"
Who the heck was Gabriella? A tall blond Bambi came out of the doors on the other side of the hall, jogging towards us.
"This is Gabriella; she's a dancing instructor…" Could this day become any worse! We all looked worried at each other.
"Hi everyone…" She said in a Spanish accent. "I'm here to teach you the noble art of dance. The first dance you're going to learn is called polka." I closed my eyes and tried to calm my self. Polka did not sound very good.
"Now I'll demonstrate and than you'll follow. Ok, left, left, right, right. Change foot, change foot, 1, 2, 3, and 4. Did everyone understand?" I nodded and tried to do the same. I did not go that well the first time but the second went better.
"Good, no boy's take the hand of the girl that stands beside you and the other hand over her shoulder…" What!? But I'm sweaty and stinking!
The boy next to me was Jonathan Samuels. He had the prettiest eyes on the planet. They were big and brown… Anyway I took his hand and we did what we had practiced.
"Oh, sorry…" I said after almost falling at him. Gabriella had told us to swing under his arm instead of 1, 2, 3, and 4. And it was making me dizzy…
"Oh sorry…"
"Oh sorry…"
"Starting to feel dizzy?" Asked Jonathan and laughed.
"Very."