The Select in 1983-1984

by Kiss Queen Love Kiss

Set in Calgary, 1983, the Select lead normal lives. Daria lives with her siblings and dad, Aly with her brother and parents, Marco with his family, Cass with his sister and aunt and uncle, Jack with his parents, and Randall with his grandparents. Please review. Past tense for Randall, Cass, and Aly, present for Daria, Marco and Jack. A bit slow at first. Foreshadowing important.

3. Chapter 3

Jack

Sunday, September 4th, 11:39 a.m. 1983

I think about yesterday again. How I pulled Aly's mesh hair tie and held it. I got her attention, which was what I'd been trying to do ever since I realized I want to be her friend. I really don't know how I'm supposed to ask her. Can you imagine me going up to her and saying, "Do you want to be my friend?"

Can you?

Of course not. That's because I'm Jack McKinley, one of the biggest dweebs in the school, just like Aly. That's what Cass always says about me and Aly. In his words, we're a "doog riap fo sdren."

One thing: Cass likes to speak Backwardish. In his language, "doog riap fo sdren" stands for "good pair of nerds." I've known him for about seven years, so I can translate Backwardish...even if it's the dumbest language invented.

Don't tell Cass I said that.

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Randall

Sunday, September 4th, 1:39 p.m. 1983

"Dude, Rands, just go in." Marco pushed me in as he spoke. He was always very athletic and hyper. Once, he climbed up one of those steel bars that are on those bridges that are there to make it look good. I'm serious about that. He didn't get caught by his dad, who's a cop. I still think he's lucky that didn't happen.

I submerged with my chest out of the water. "Was that really necessary?"

"Well you weren't going in," Marco said as he jumped in, splashing everyone around us. Some of the people shout us dirty looks, but Marco didn't care. He lay on his back and put his hands behind his head, his face the only thing above the water as he floated. He breathed in happily and smiled. "This is awesome." He pumped his fist up.

I began paddling toward the end of the pool. I always liked to swim towards the end and then do my back paddles as I swam back to the start. Once I got to the end of the pool, I turned and began swimming back to the other end. As I swam, I felt someone grab my ankle. I turned around and saw Sue Morales, the girl who has this crush on me. She likes me so much that she's starting to act creepy. Just two days ago, she asked me out on a date for the umpteenth time, even though I rejected her for the umpteenth time. That's just the tip of the ice berg.