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Post by Kiddo [le pwnsome] on Sept 5, 2009 11:52:32 GMT -5
SO OKAY, I WENT TO THIS CHURCH THING OVER THE SUMMER AND MET THIS KID THAT I HAD A CRUSH ON IN FIFTH GRADE. WE SWAPPED EMAILS AND HE JUST SENT ME THIS THING THAT HE DID FOR ENGLISH. :DDDDD
My Fifth Grade Love Life
It was an average April day on the playground, and I was in 5th grade. Little did I know, my life as I knew it was about to be ruined.
The summer was already bringing the heat and my shirt clung to my sweaty skin. The school was abuzz with the happy yelling of school children playing sports and talking to friends. Of course, I was doing the coolest thing on the playground: excavating tunnels in the sand by myself. It was quite the feat engineering. To this day, I cannot comprehend why I spent my time in this manner, but it was probably something simply too cool for the other kids to understand.
Soon after recess started, my best friends Jacob Rochon and Alethea Le walked over to pay me to visit, and to examine what exciting adventures I was having in the sand. I can’t recall how it came up, but the cliché elementary school phrase exited Ally’s mouth shortly after they arrived: “Who do you like?” I buried my hand deeper into the sand as to avoid the persuasion that was about to ensue. No, I would not confess the focus of my distraction for the whole year. I wouldn’t tell them how her flowing, golden locks of luscious hair and her sparkling blue eyes attracted me so. There was no way in every fiber of my young being I would ever tell.
But I did anyways. Their deceiving tactics always seemed to work that way. Alethea, giddy with self-satisfaction from knowing the secret, started doing her little smug dance, and I knew she couldn’t keep her sacred vow of secrecy.
Then she came; Lydia Brewer, the apple of my little eye, was floating towards me with the grace Princess Peach. I think I accidentally caused the tunnel to collapse when I saw her. If the cave-in wasn’t terrible enough, it was just the beginning of my trauma.
“Lydia, someone likes you,” taunted Alethea with her obnoxious girlish giggle. I started to sweat. My face turned read.
“Who is it? You have to tell me!” beckoned Lydia unaware I was right there.
After some more persuasion, Ally couldn’t hold it in any longer. She snickered and looked at me. I was shaking my head furiously. Don’t do it! Don’t do it! I screamed in my head.
Ally whispered something into her ear. Her giggles mocked me. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around for some unseen source of aid, and then I did the only thing I knew how now that my world had come crashing down around me. I ran away as fast as I could. I also yelled, because that’s what they did in the movies, but it lost the dramatic effect about half-way down the field. I didn’t dare look at Lydia for the rest of the day.
Needless to say, everything was fine when I came back to school on Monday.
WHEN I READ IT I WAS LIKE X.X AWWWW IT WAS AWESOME, PLUS HE'S STILL LIKE WHOAH CUTIE PIE NOMNOM.
My Fifth Grade Love Life
It was an average April day on the playground, and I was in 5th grade. Little did I know, my life as I knew it was about to be ruined.
The summer was already bringing the heat and my shirt clung to my sweaty skin. The school was abuzz with the happy yelling of school children playing sports and talking to friends. Of course, I was doing the coolest thing on the playground: excavating tunnels in the sand by myself. It was quite the feat engineering. To this day, I cannot comprehend why I spent my time in this manner, but it was probably something simply too cool for the other kids to understand.
Soon after recess started, my best friends Jacob Rochon and Alethea Le walked over to pay me to visit, and to examine what exciting adventures I was having in the sand. I can’t recall how it came up, but the cliché elementary school phrase exited Ally’s mouth shortly after they arrived: “Who do you like?” I buried my hand deeper into the sand as to avoid the persuasion that was about to ensue. No, I would not confess the focus of my distraction for the whole year. I wouldn’t tell them how her flowing, golden locks of luscious hair and her sparkling blue eyes attracted me so. There was no way in every fiber of my young being I would ever tell.
But I did anyways. Their deceiving tactics always seemed to work that way. Alethea, giddy with self-satisfaction from knowing the secret, started doing her little smug dance, and I knew she couldn’t keep her sacred vow of secrecy.
Then she came; Lydia Brewer, the apple of my little eye, was floating towards me with the grace Princess Peach. I think I accidentally caused the tunnel to collapse when I saw her. If the cave-in wasn’t terrible enough, it was just the beginning of my trauma.
“Lydia, someone likes you,” taunted Alethea with her obnoxious girlish giggle. I started to sweat. My face turned read.
“Who is it? You have to tell me!” beckoned Lydia unaware I was right there.
After some more persuasion, Ally couldn’t hold it in any longer. She snickered and looked at me. I was shaking my head furiously. Don’t do it! Don’t do it! I screamed in my head.
Ally whispered something into her ear. Her giggles mocked me. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around for some unseen source of aid, and then I did the only thing I knew how now that my world had come crashing down around me. I ran away as fast as I could. I also yelled, because that’s what they did in the movies, but it lost the dramatic effect about half-way down the field. I didn’t dare look at Lydia for the rest of the day.
Needless to say, everything was fine when I came back to school on Monday.
WHEN I READ IT I WAS LIKE X.X AWWWW IT WAS AWESOME, PLUS HE'S STILL LIKE WHOAH CUTIE PIE NOMNOM.
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