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“Just another day of the thing I call a life” by Someone
I got out of my brother’s car and started for the school’s double
doors. Man I was tired. It was 6:50 am and I had to go to school one
hour and ten minutes before it even started. But for a reason. You see,
my brothers in this thing called early bird where instead of talking
gym, you take this marathon class to get more credit. I did this every
b-day. I was now in the freshman hallway. I turned down and walked past
row after row of thin grey lockers, all the same, except for one. This
was locker number 32, about 47 down from my own. I stopped in front of
it and shoved it into this locker. Oh, let me explain. There are many
ways to ask someone out, the simplest being asking her out plain and
simple. Then there’s the oh so cliché, “want to go to a movie
sometime?,” question.
But no, I choose this way because I thought it
was the easiest. I continued my walk towards my locker with a newfound
happy jump in my steps.
I entered the combo, opened the locker, took out a nice novel, and
read. Suddenly I looked towards the clock and an hour had already
passed. I got up and put my book away. I was hungry, so I decided to go
to the lunchroom to eat. On my way there, I saw a good friend of mine
at his locker. I walked over to him and talked for a bit. “How did the
game go?,” I asked him. “We lost big time,” he answered back. Our
freshman football team wasn’t known for football these days. “Well, at
least you tried,” I said as I gave him a little punch.” He replied with
a simple, “Yeah.” Then he looked over at something, and out of
curiosity, I looked to. That was strike one.
Because there, I seen her walking towards her locker. I quickly looked
away. Out of cowardliness I told my friend I would see him later and
walked to the lunchroom for food. That bought me ten minutes, and it
was there I seen my other friend, Jake, walk by. I said “where you
going?” “Meeting in the coach’s room,” he said and walked away. I
needed someone to walk by as this unfolded, so strike two. Okay, I
thought, it wont be that bad. But I couldn’t walk over to the freshman
hallway, so I went to the bathroom. And after that I decided to get
courage and go over to the hallway.
I crept over to the hallway. And there, I seen and heard what I didn’t
want to. She was holding it in her hands showing it to her friends
laughing. Strike three, I’m out(and heartbroken as well).
Copyright 2008 Andrew Richman
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