Hello! Ok so right now, Rachel is in 5th grade, and it's November. Her and Becca are getting ready to go to a LaPush football game against Forks High school.
Thank God it is Summer Break, because now I can actually update A LOT more.
"Mom! Where's my hoodie!" I yelled while putting bobby pins in my hair. It's the best game of the year, and I can't even find anything to wear.
Becca walked into the room looking perfect as usual, she had maroon shorts that say "Wolf" on the butt along with a paw print in yellow. She was also wearing a gold tank top, and her hair was in French braids with gold and maroon polka dot bows in them.
"Can you help me with my face paint?" Becca asked and handed me the Maroon and gold face paint. She closed her eyes and I put a gold warrior line on her top right cheek and a maroon warrior on the top left cheek.
"Done!" I said and screwed the caps back on. I looked at myself in my full length mirror and I was wearing gold shorts that said "Wolf" on the butt along with a paw print in maroon. I was also wearing a maroon tank top. My hair was also in French braids, and I also had maroon and gold polka dot bows in. Becca and I usually match at games.
"Mom! Where's my hoodie?" Becca asked. Mom walked in the room with my maroon LaPush High hoodie and Becca's gold one.
"Thank You!" We both thanked at the same time.
"Come here," Becca motion and I turned to her. She did my face paint the same as hers and I smiled. I slipped on maroon flip-flops, and walked out the door.
"Oh no!" I smacked my forehead with my hand and ran back to my room. I took maroon glitter, and put it on my eyelids. Becca did the same, and we walked out of my room, again.
"Aw, you girls look so cute," Mom said and started to grab her camera.
"Mom, don't," I whined, "You do this every game, take more pictures of Jacob, please."
My little brother, Jacob, looked up at me. He looks like everyone else in the family, but he has dark brown eyes. He even has the same pouty lips that Becca and I did when we were about his age. He has really chubby cheeks, but Mom said that would go away when he got older. He is only five.
"Maybe I want pictures of all of my children," Mom said and raised her eyebrow, "So someone pick up Jacob so we can have a family picture." I picked up Jacob, and he was in his soft maroon hoodie and black sweatpants. Mom clicked away on the camera and Jacob clapped his hands when she was done.
"Rachie look!" He pointed at Mom, "More pictures!" I put him on my other hip when his weight started getting heavier.
"Yes Jacob, I see," I mumbled and we started heading out the door. Once Jacob was born, Becca and I had to start sharing a room for his nursery. I don't mind that much because now we have bunk beds, and I get the top bunk.
I strapped Jacob into his car seat and walked over to the other door to get in. Mom turned around and glared at Becca and me. "Now you listen here," she said, "You will come check on me every quarter, or else no more time with friends during the games." I tried to keep myself back from rolling my eyes. She does this every game; I can't believe she doesn't trust us. I nodded anyways.
"Fine," I grumbled and looked at my chipped, hot pink nails.
The ride to the game was rather annoying. Jacob kept on giving me kisses on my cheek and saying he loves me. Then, randomly, he would start crying, saying that I wasn't playing with him. He can be such a brat.
We arrived at the game just before the cars started crowding. We didn't have to walk that far at all. Becca and I started holding hands, and we skipped to the stadium. I turned to Mom, "Bye! I'll see you at the end of First Quarter!" Becca and I ran down the steps to the forty yard line front seats. They are the seats for 5th graders. Next year, we'll get to sit behind the field goal with all the middle school kids.
We got to the bottom, but no one was there yet, so I asked Becca, "Do you want a drink." She nodded and we walked back up to the top and grabbed a hot chocolate that the wrestlers were raising money for.
By then, the Bowl was so crowded that I had to grab Becca's shirt so I wouldn't lose her. We walked back down the giant steps and other 5th graders from our class waved at us. I sat down and sipped my hot chocolate while pretending to listen to peoples conversations and agree with them.
Then, Paul came. My heart fluttered every time I saw him. Too bad almost every girl likes him too. Sam followed right after him, holding Leah's hand. She was the tallest girl in our class, five foot three, I think. Becca and I are only four foot nine. Leah and Sam are "Going Out", but our teachers always get mad and say that we are too young to have boyfriends and girlfriends.
Girls started crowding around Paul and it made me sad. I would ask him out, but one, I don't have the guts, two, if he likes me, he should ask me out himself, and three, my mom said that I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend until middle school. Paul glanced at me, and I thought I saw something in his eyes, but then he looked away, basking in all the attention him and Sam were getting.
No, Paul isn't this some guy who never looks at me and I haven't ever talked to. Paul and I are actually great friends. We call each other almost every day. Once, we called each other so many times that our phone lines got mixed up. Everybody that called my house actually called his, and everyone that called his house called mine. Our parents got so mad that we weren't allowed to call each other for like a month. It was terrible.
Paul came over and sat by me, throwing an arm over my shoulder, "Geez girls are annoying." I raised my eyebrows at him.
"You do know that I am a girl, right?" Paul's jaw dropped.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, I thought you were always a guy," He announced. I laughed and tugged at one of my braids.
"You are so stupid sometimes, you know. Those girls are annoying though, unlike me," I said and rolled my eyes, "They think they are so awesome because they told someone to shove a shampoo bottle up their butt." Paul knew exactly who I was talking about. Autumn and Bailey, the most annoying girls at school.
"Ha, yeah, Bailey just asked me out," Paul said casually and my heart stopped.
"W-what did you say?" Please no, please no, please no.
Paul shook his head, "As I said before, they are annoying. Plus, I like someone already, and I wouldn't want to say yes to her if I like someone else." A wave of relief washed over me, followed by more worry. Of course I knew that Paul liked someone, he told me when I asked, but he won't tell me who because I'm a "girl", and girls talk.
"Sometimes I think that you really don't like someone, you just have an excuse," I told him. He smirked and rolled his eyes.
"No, I really do like them, I just can't ask them out," Paul said sadly.
"Why?" I asked, "Are you not allowed to go out with anyone?"
Paul shook his head and rolled his eyes, "My mom doesn't care, but her mom does. I already know my answer."
My heart skipped a beat. My mom won't let me date anyone. But then again, tons of other girls at our school aren't allowed to either.
"You never talk about who you like anymore," Paul said and looked at me. He was dead serious too.
"Well," I sighed, "I do like someone, but as you know, my mom won't let me go out with anyone, so there's no use." Paul bit his lip, but then the crowd cheered. We scored another touchdown. I looked at the clock, and panic washed over me. I'm supposed to meet Mom in thirty seconds!
"Crap!" I yelled and stood up, "Paul, I have to find my mom!" Paul stood up too, and we found Becca talking to Leah. I grabbed her, and we basically sprinted to the other side of the Bowl, but we were stopped by The Rowdies.
"Cut through!" Becca yelled through all the noise. I grabbed Paul's hand, and almost fainted, but it didn't matter now, I needed to get to Mom. We barely got to her on time after going through the maze of Rowdies.
"Hey Mom," I said breathlessly. I looked at the clock, two seconds left. I sighed in relief, and Mom smiled.
"Ok, bye." I was a tiny bit mad that she just said bye right when we got there, but it was typical, we are only checking in after all. Paul nudged me when we were walking back down the stairs. Becca was already running back to her conversation with Leah.
I looked at Paul, "I don't feel like going back over to where we normally sit." I nodded and we walked over to the other field goal, next to the practice field. Becca doesn't like it over there because she said it was creepy, but I think it's peaceful.
We sat on the stone wall, and I let my legs swing. "Have you ever had your first kiss?" I blurted. I covered my mouth, and blushed furiously. Paul's eyes widened, and he looked at me, shocked. "Sorry, it slipped."
"It only slips when you were thinking about it," Paul said quietly. I looked forwards and didn't say anything. He won't know anything if I don't say anything. "The answer is no." Paul said after what felt like hours.
"Oh," I said quietly. I ignored eye contact with Paul by watching the football players run down the field.
"Rachel," Paul said softly, "Have you?" I looked at him and he looked at me with his big brown eyes.
I blushed and looked down, "No," I kicked my feet on the cement wall. The fans cheered another touchdown. The announcer announced the touchdown, and the crowd sang the school song, followed by a wolf howl.
"Awesome," I said sarcastically, "We scored another touchdown."
"Rachel," Paul said and stared straight into my eyes, "Do you want me to kiss you?"
Five bucks my eyes were the size of softballs. My stomach whirled and all I could do was nod slowly.
Paul leaned in slowly and pressed his lips very softly to mine. My heart fluttered. Too quickly, he pulled away. Paul smirked, "Now you can say that you kissed someone." I probably looked like a moron because I was in shock. I was breathing heavily and my eyes were still the size of softballs.
I swallowed, getting ready to say something, but nothing came out. "So was I the person you liked?" Paul rolled his eyes and then nodded.
"You are very oblivious Rachel; I've been giving you hints all year." He said and shook his head and sighed. "I never even thought you would like me, I'm not your type."
I raised one eyebrow at him, "And who told you that?"
Paul looked down and blushed, "I asked Bailey like a month ago if you liked me and she laughed and said never because I'm not your type."
I would have laughed if I weren't still in shock from the kiss. "You do know that we don't get along, right?"
Paul shrugged, "I do now." I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. But, the fun was over too soon. Becca started walking towards us with Leah, followed by Sam and the pack of kids that follow him around.
"Can't get any peace at these games, can we?" Paul asked and I laughed and hopped off the wall. So many thoughts were swarming in my head. Paul kissed me crossed many times through my head. I mean come one! Paul kissed me! I would be screaming and shouting and happy dancing, if it weren't going to be awkward. So, I just stood there, but I couldn't get that stupid, bright smile plastered on my face off.
Becca looked at me and gave me a questioned look. I shook my head and gave her a look that said later.
Leah started cheering when Forks High School threw an interception. Becca started cheering and Sam yelled, "Do your flippy thingy!" So Becca ran onto the only flat surface in the grass and did a round-off, followed by as many back handsprings that she could do.
I laughed and almost joined her, but I wasn't in the mood. Mom put Becca and me in tumbling one, because Becca wanted to, and two, because Mom said I needed to do other things than read and play the piano. We can only do layouts right now, but I'm quitting next year. Mom bought a trampoline for us too, so I can always practice.
"Jason! What are you doing!" Becca yelled, ripping me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see Jason yelling at Paul. Oh no, Paul was getting angry. I stepped forward, but it was too late. Jason threw a punch at Paul, and luckily missed, but then Paul punched Jason in the mouth. Jason was knocked back. He shook his head, spit out blood, and then went after him.
"No!" I yelled and ran towards the fight. "Guys, quit!" I tried to get them to stop by talking, but it didn't work. I waited until that split second apart before I got in between the guys. Jason came forward after Paul, and I shoved him with all of my strength away from him. Then, I pulled Paul with me, and he was still trying to go after Jason.
"I'm going to kill that mother fu-" Paul started, but I cut him off.
"You better not cuss in front of me," I lectured, "Come on, you need to calm down. Whatever he said, or you said, let it go. This won't end up very good Paul." I put my hands on either side of his face and made him look me straight into the eyes. "Got it?"
Paul sighed and grabbed both of my wrists, "Yeah, I'm fine now." I let my hands drop, and looked at him, searching for anymore anger.
I looked around, "Come on; let's go before the police come. My mom won't be happy if we got in trouble." Paul nodded and him and Sam started heading back to the 5th graders original spot in the Bowl. I turn back to a very frightened Becca. Her hands were wrapped around her knees, and she was shaking. "What happened?" I asked.
"They were arguing about you I think." Becca said and stood up.
I was filled with shock, "Me? Why?" Becca shrugged and she started walking back to the section also. I looked at Jason, who was still very mad.
"Just leave us alone," I said and stepped towards him. This time, I was the angry one. "No one messes with you? Do they? I don't think so!" Jason muttered something under his breath and then shook his head. I took another step towards him, "What? I'm sorry, I can't hear you, you mumble too much!"
"I said forget about you, because you aren't worth it." He said and his hands clenched into fists.
"What are you even talking about?" I asked, "Never mind, bye." I walked away and Jason started saying something, but I didn't listen.
Jason is in my class this year, and he is kind of cute, but he is very anger management. He always wants to sit by me in class, but around his friends, he's a jerk and he always slams my locker shut when I'm still using it, it makes me so mad sometimes. Becca says I should just let it go because most likely, he likes me. I don't understand why boys are so mean to you when they like you.
The rest of the game when by in a blur, or I was too busy paying attention to Paul that I didn't even notice that the game was over with a win of thirty-five to seven. Becca nudged me, but I pushed her away, still staring at Paul like a total creeper.
"Rachel, come on, you've been staring at Paul the entire game, we have to go," She urged. I stood up, shaking out of my daze, and I smiled at Becca. She raised one eyebrow and the turned around and ran up the steps to my parents. I ran after her, not looking back at Paul.
The car ride home was awkwardly silent because Becca knew something was up, I had to tell Becca about Paul, and my parents never talk when they're driving. I looked out the window and thought about Paul. He was the one boy that has always been nice to me. He so cute with his dark brown eyes and his longish hair that flips out at the ends. Everything about him is attractive to me. The way he smiles slowly and shows his perfect white smile.
The car parked and I quickly jumped out and raced for my room. My parents gave each other a questioned look and then shook their heads. Becca raced after me when I reached my room, I left the door open for Becca, but as soon as she walked in, I closed it and jumped on my bed.
"Ok, what have you been trying to tell me, because you have been waving secret in my face all night!" Becca asked jumping on the bed sitting next to me, cross-legged.
"I kissed Paul!" I exclaimed. Becca stared wide-eyed at me for a split second before screaming.
"Oh my gosh Rachel! When did this happen?" She asked and she sat on her knees and gave all of her attention to me.
"Whenever we were sitting on the stone wall, right before you came." I told her.
"What was it like?" Becca asked. Becca has never had her first kiss. She's always wanted it too. I usually get to experience things first, and I think that upsets her. That's why I'm quitting cheer. I always got to try new stunts first. Besides, cheering is her sport, not mine. So I explained every emotion about the kiss and how it felt.
When I finished, Becca's eyes saddened. "I wish I could have my first kiss," She said sadly. She started playing with her hands and I started feeling sorry for her. She's had a harder time making friends because she's extremely shy.
"You will," I said and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. There was a knock on the door, and mom peeked her head in our room.
"Girls, go to bed, it's nearly ten o'clock." She closed the door and I smiled at Becca and climbed up the ladder to the top bunk.
"Night, Becca!" I said and she turned off the light to our room. I grabbed a small flashlight and started writing in my diary.
Dear Diary,
At school I showed everyone that I could play the beginning of "Boston" by Augustana on the piano, and I did amazing. I was also Paul's partner for math flashcards, and I fell out of the chair and landed on Paul on the floor. It was embarrassing, but he took it pretty cool, and laughed. Lunch was disgusting as usual, and at recess I had to go in to woods to get the soccer ball because I was the only one who wasn't allergic to poison ivy. All in all, it was a good day, I even got an 'A' on my United States and Capitals Test.
The Mighty Wolves won yet another game 35-7. They have an undefeated season, and I am pretty sure we will win State. Ok since I cannot keep it in anymore, I am going to tell you something very important. PAUL KISSED ME! My very first kiss. And accidentally bumping into Sam Uley in second grade does NOT count because I about barfed. It was amazing. Anyways, there was a fight between Paul and Jason. I would have to agree that Paul does have anger issues, but he's usually fine when I'm with him. Once, I told him that as long as he sticks with me, he won't be angry. And then he told me that he guessed he would have to be with me forever. It's so sweet. Oh yeah! My mom made me and Becca wear our first bras today. I felt so special, and somehow part of the group now. Becca thinks they're uncomfortable. So this is what I think will happen by the end of fifth grade. Becca will get her first kiss, I will get straight 'As', and Paul and I will secretly go out. Well, I'm going to bed because I have nothing else to write, and it's passed my bedtime and I'm tired, so…
GOODNIGHT!
Love,
Rachel.
I set the page in my diary, and hid it under my pillow. I turned off the light and wrapped up in my blanket. Fifth grade, one grade before middle school. Where we will be so cool with older kids. I smiled to myself before drifting off to sleep, waiting for the rest of the year.
How did you like it? I will be updating more often because it's summer so expect one in the next few days. Review!