Good day my little munchkins. I am so sorry this post is a day late but i couldn’t upload last night cause my internet is being very slow at the moment. Today I thought I’d do something rather embarrassing and show you one of my first short stories. This is was (and still is) published on an amazing little site called MOVELLAS, which I would highly recommend to anyone (more for the younger people) who love writing stories. This was first “published” on the 10th of February 2014 (nearly 3 years ago today)! It’s cringey as anything but is one of my most popular stories so I hope you enjoy it! It’s not finsihed because I kinda gave up cause Im a lazy B**** but it’s called Not So New if you’re really that interested!
1. The morning.
The alarm goes off, shrieking at me to get up. But I know it won’t work, I’m lying in one of those positions that you just don’t want to leave. So I just lay there savoring those last few minutes I have before I really am running late. But of course as per usual I don’t just lay, I sleep there. When I eventually do pull myself away from my peaceful haven I can tell I have hardly anytime left so I cross the ‘No so important things when you’re running late’ off my list of things to do in the morning. This includes; washing my hair (you can always use dry shampoo), tidying my room (at least I can walk though the piles of stuff) and finishing my book report (I’ll do it in class. So my first task to tackle is breakfast.
I trail downstairs dressed in my PJ’s and a half eaten/attacked by my cat, Tabby dressing gown. I enter the kitchen and am instantly targeted by the feral beast I call a pet. She’s obviously hungry, I am too. I know mum’s weekly shopping trip is due today so there won’t be much to choose from. She doesn’t make my breakfast as she has no other reason to get up till 8. But to be fair its 7:55 now and I know she probably won’t get up within 5 minutes. I’m betting half an hour.
So I’m here alone in the kitchen rummaging around in the cupboard for something to when I find… and empty packet of pop-tarts. Great! I put them back, I’m really not up for tidying. I eventually settle for a bowl of dry (we have no milk) special K. Yum! Then, realizing I have 10 minutes till I have to run for the bus, scurry upstairs and into the bathroom. I wash my face nearly free of spots and dirt. It’s kind of weird how girls scrub of basically a hole layer of skin the apply an inch of makeup – which is pretty much more dirt. I put of foundation and then grab my eyeliner realizing too late that its blunt. I now look like a Goth/panda – and mascara. I then run to my room where my pile school uniform/bed sheet pile awaits me. Our school uniform isn’t actually that bad compared to some peoples. All we have is a plain white shirt and black skirt finished off with a overly sized blazer and awkwardly shaped tie.
Then it’s time to tackle my hair. I don’t even know what to do with it anymore. It’s just so ugh… I run my brush thought it a few times (wait, I think run is a bit too soft a word, more like shove!) and watch it get bigger and bigger. I swear it looks like a slow motion explosion. Well to calm myself down I put the radio on. ‘You love me like XO’ yeah, not today. ‘I’ll be thinking about you!’ No thank you! ‘DIANA! Let me the one to put a fire…’ Yeah…no! ‘Our love was made, made in the USA!’ I think I see a resemblance here… Oh wait! I run over to the calendar which was kindly decorated by my 3 year old cousin – not a good look! The 14th of course, Valentine’s Day! That’s good the book report isn’t due in till the 17th!
Anyway back to my hair.
2. Pretend to know him!
I’m half way down the road when I sense that today is going to be a weird day. I mean I walk on my own to school because all my other friends either get a lift to school or live in the opposite direction. It’s not as though a zombie apocalypse is about to happen or something it’s just that I literally am the only person walking on their own. Everyone else is either skipping hand-in-hand with their boyfriend/girlfriend or walking with their friend and stalking their prey a.k.a the group of boys/girls in front of them. Seriously I don’t know what it is but on this day everyone seems to get hyped up about the idea of being in love. Everyone gets sad about being alone on V day, but what about the other 364 days of the year?
I notice that on the other side of the road is a boy I’ve not seen before. Surprisingly he’s actually walking on his own. But there are 3 girls galloping behind him giggling every time he looks wearily behind him. He suddenly catches me looking at him and starts to wave. Oh no, I think do I know him? I hate these kinds of moments. I decide to pretend I know who he is and smile back. Bad move, after I smiled at him he suddenly ran across the road towards me! Oh dear, what do I say I can’t even remember his name! When he reached he pulled me into an embrace. Panicking, I just went mute for a moment and said nothing. I was wondering what to do when he whispered in my ear ‘Hey, sorry about this but can I pretend I know you to get away from them girls over there.’ I look over his shoulder and see the 3 of them standing there looking puzzled. ‘Oh!’ I say realizing what he had been doing. ‘Hey… um.’ I still don’t know his name. ‘Daniel.’ He whispers. ‘Oh yeah, hey Dan! How are you?’ He suddenly smiles and I don’t know why. But, it feels me with that weird gooey feeling that some girls say they get. And I swear his smile is contagious as I suddenly smile back and then for some unknown reason, burst out laughing. Not the small, cute giggle your meant to do around boys. A huge idiotic rumble. He gives me a odd look then joins in and for about 5 minutes the two of us are nearly rolling on the floor laughing.
After that random attack of hysterics I hear the school bell ringing just up the road. This not only means we’re late it means that we’ll get a detention after school because it’ll take over a minute to get there if we run now! ‘Oh great, late on my first day!’ He says. ‘It’s your first day, I thought I hadn’t seen you before?’
‘Yeah, and it may not mean much to you, and it normally wouldn’t to me either, but I don’t want to be late so I think it’s time we started running.’ So we start scrambling down the road desperate to get to class. WE reach the gates and before I know it we’re powering through the corridors. I can’t believe how quickly people have got to class when I remember. ‘WAIT, It’s Friday!’
‘We have assembly on Fridays!’ Knowing we have to get to the other end of the school in under 30 seconds I suggest we think of an excuse. ‘I know!’ he says ‘We could just say that I got lost and that you were showing me the way.’ I think to myself a while then decide its better than: sorry miss we started laughing for no reason. But as we get closer to the hall doors I can’t help but hope that school was cancelled today even though I’ve already seen everyone go to school.
‘Late on your first day I see!’ My thoughts ae broken by the booming voice of our head teacher, o’dear. Well her name actually miss o’hear, but since she was introduced my my form tutor as miss o’daear (she hicuped) it just stuck! ‘Sorry miss,’ Dan replied ‘I got lost and…’
‘No excuses, I’ll see you at detention, you too Anna!’ Unlucky for Dan there is NEVER an excuse when it comes to our headmistress.
When I reach my seat in assembly I’m instantly baffled with questions about how I know the new boy. I just mumbled something about our parents and began speaking to my best friend Tris. ‘So,’ she began ‘Get any Valentines card this morning?’
‘What do you think?’ I asked. It’s not that im unhappy about it or anything. I just don’t see what the big deal is although I guess I’ve never had a real boyfriend so wouldn’t know what it was like. I cant help glimpsing up at Dan across the hall through the constand sound of miss o’dear barking about the importance of respect in the school. Once he looked back and I caught he’s gaze. It was only quick but I got the melting chocolate sensation again. I didn’t loo up again after that as I knew I would just end up going bright pink or something cringy like that!
4. School then DETENTION!
Through the day I couldn’t help but look up at the clock longing for the day to end. It’s not that I want to go to detention it’s just… I really wanted to see Dan again. I had looked out all day but didn’t get so much as a glimpse of his tangled brown hair.
After school I pretty much sprinted to the toilets and looked at myself in the mirror. After applying more mascara and lipgloss I ran back down the corridor and into the detention room. Unsurprisingly me and Dan are the only ones to turn up. Everyone else probably wants to get home on a Friday – weird right? So I was basically made to sit there for an hour or so. But after half an hour I think Mr. Davis got bored cause he sends us home with a ‘Don’t do it again.’
5. Going home – alone?
So it’s just me and Dan walking home. I think that I should feel awkward, but I don’t. We talk all the way to my front door before I realize he’s walked me home. ‘This is gonna sound a really weird but, do you wanna come in?’ I ask him.
‘This is gonna sound even weirder but, ok!’
I only said this cause I know mum wont be back till 5 and it’s 4:15. Why am I so comfortable around him I literally met him about 8 hours ago. ‘So,’ he asks me. ‘Who’s your valentine?’ Thinking it was a weird question I respond with ‘No one, i don’t have a boyfriend, you?’
‘No I don’t have a boyfriend either,’ he says smiling at me ‘or a girlfriend!’
‘Yeah that’s what I meant!’ After half an hour of a house tour, endless questions and quirky laughs He tells me he has to get back. But as I lead him to the door he says ‘Um….Anna? Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow?’
‘Yeah, ok. I can show you around and stuff.’
‘Yeah, I’ve actually lived here all my life I just moved schools so I just wanted to spend time with you.’
‘umskuraflen!’ I was completely gob smacked so didn’t know what to say! But luckily he somehow got what I meant and smiled then left. Not before letting me give him my number though.
I watched him leave and ran up to my room and collapsed on my bed. The chocolate in my stomach had somehow turned into fireworks and were exploding all over the place. I ant believe it! Does this mean that I’m going on a date? When will he call me? What should I wear? All these questions were fizzing round my head so fast I didn’t hear the door bang and my um come up stairs. I was jumping around my room when she came in. ‘A boy?’ She asked. I don’t know how she knew but when I smiled brightly at her I think she knew she had guessed correctly! After she tells me dinner’s at 6 I throw myself on the bed and just lay there recapping every bit of him and the day. I then text Tris telling her that I’m going out with him tomorrow. Just after I put it down it bleeps. Expecting it to be Tris I pick it up. But on the screen saver it says 1 new message – unknown number. I guess I didn’t have to wait long at all then…
6. Texting…A lot!
Me and Dan have been talking for a while now. It’s amazing how much you can learn about someone in the space of… 6 HOURS!!! Oh my god! Its 1:30 in the morning! And when I say 6 hours I’m not including the 1 hour before dinner and 2 hours on Facebook. Wow I need to go to sleep otherwise tomorrow will be a complete blur, well let’s face it. It kinda is anyway. Any day at scho… oh hand on its Saturday tomorrow! Thank the holy pancake! I love lay-ins! I’ll just tell Dan what I just thought…wait why would I do that, I barely know him and besides I’m really tired. Oh no too late I pressed send. Looks like I’ve gotta stay up to wait for his…. Re…ply…
I awaken to the sound of the Hoover. OH NO I fell asleep. I check my phone to see id Dan’s angry at me. Why would he like me now – he probably thinks I’m a lazy, disgusting, stu….Oh hang on. Awwww. He realized I had fallen asleep and said ‘sweet dreams beautiful xxx’. I can just feel that chocolate butterfly sensation bubbling up inside me! Oh hang on I’ve got another text. It’s from Tris. She saw me walk home with Dan yesterday and wants to know all about it. I text her saying to meet me at Costa in 30 mins, realizing it’s already 11:30, and rush to get dressed. I’m not the kind of girl to spend ages perfecting my hair and makeup, but I have this really annoyingly frizzy hair that always seems to make me look like a lion after it’s brushed! So today I decided to pull it into a ponytail and throw on a off the shoulder tee and jeans. I run down stairs and nearly run strait into my mum. My dad’s off on another work trip probably in grays. ‘Where are you off too in such a hurry? Not seeing that boy again are you?’ I gave her a glare and said I was just off to see Tris. ‘But I might be going out with him a bit later, if that’s ok.’ She looked at me for a while – like she was studying me and then said ‘Under one condition – I get too meet him first!’
Perfect, no really it is. Who wouldn’t want their ridiculously embarrassing mother to meet the hottest boy in school? Oh yeah I know – me. But I don’t have time to worry about that I’m meeting up with Tris soon and I need to work out what to tell her. I kind of ditched her yesterday after sitting in detention with Dan. Oh and that’s the other thing I should really tell her about…Dan.
I’m sitting at a table next to the window so of course Tris sees me straight away. ‘Well hello there little miss trouble!’ She says as she enters the café. Man, she’s annoying. I smiled at her and she sat down on the chair opposite me. ‘so tell me about Dan.’ Uhhh…’How do you know about tha-him?’
‘I have my ways…’ She sees me looking at her with my really look and know that’s not gonna fool me. ‘how do you not know? The whole school’s been talking about it. I mean no-offence but your not the type to normally go out with the hot ones?’ I am a little hurt but I let her get away with it this time with a little kick of her shin under the table. ‘ow!’
‘You deserve it – WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER? This is so embarrassing…’ ‘How?’
‘Cause everyone’s talking about me. You know I hate that sort of attention.’
‘Well I personally would love it! Everyone talking about if my relationship would last, where I’m going for my next date. It would be like being a celebrity!’ Of course this sort of life would be perfect for Tris. Ever since primary school she’s wanted to be a famous actor or singer. She even went thought the dancer stage but she decided to leave that to me. That’s the one and pretty much only thing I’m known for… dancing. But I don’t want to take it up as a career. Being a dancer is a lot of tuff work and it’s not normally long lasting either unless you teach it. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I love it really, even if I am the centre of attention. It doesn’t matter where I am; when I’m dancing I can just let myself go… ‘Well I’m not a celebrity. I’m a normal teenage girl trying to have a normal relationship with a normal teenage boy!’
‘I know, I know… shall we change the subject? How’s your parents and Taylor..oh and the snails?’ My older brother Taylor is obsessed with science, nature and weird animals. 2 years ago he bought some giant African snails but then he went to university and he’s new house mate thought they were stupid so he left them here. Which means Tabby has 4 new toys to play with oh and their thousands of babies!
‘Their fine, but. Oh Tris what am I gonna do?’
TA DA! What do ya think? Embarrassing? I told ya so. Anyway if you made it through the whole story thankyou, i hope you have a lovely day. See you next week! Xx