The cutest story ever!!!!! (true story)

this is a story not a quiz i could figure out how to make the story

Created by rockinblondE on Friday, March 17, 2006

ok so lyke i didnt write this! but i have to show off the his talents some how!(i changed eveyones names)
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This is a love story, not a sob story. I think.

Im in seventh grade. I love seventh grade. I love my
classes. I love them for all the wrong reasons. You know,
when youre in elementary school you tend to get bored of
the people around you. I did. Well, after about four years
drooling over the same girls every year, (just in different
order and some time differences each year.) it gets less
than amusing. Now Im in seventh grade. I love seventh
grade. I do well in some classes and a little less than
perfect in others. I only really concentrate to impress
people. (some exceptions). It just gives me the
satisfaction
of answering the girl who asks me a question.
So Im smart, so Im creative, blah, blah, blah. I, no
matter how hard I try, cant really do anything about my
self when I like someone, it just doesnt work. It doesnt
happen often but when I do, I go insane over the person.
Poor them. What do I do when I dont like them to a high
enough degree? I just do what most boys do. I do just about
nothing. So you want an example? Ill give one to you.
I just met these two girls yesterday because they were
talking to one of my friends. So jessi* hugged me then
hugged frank* when she said goodbye. I knew at once she liked
me (little did I know that pretty much all my lady friends
that I knew at that time liked me.) Because girls just
dont
hug frank* unless I think theyre disturbing. (Just a
tendency.) I was pretty sure that she hugged him so it
wouldnt be so obvious to hug me. The first sign.
Let me fill you in on this little game people played a lot in seventh
grade called ZAP. In this game someone writes a dare on your palm
(like kiss the person you like) then they write ZAP on the back of
your hand along with a time. If you look at the dare before the time
thats written, then you have to do the dare. If you dont then nothing
happens. Back to my anecdote
Its seventh period and Im waiting for the bell to ring. DING-DONG,
DING-DONG! YES! Im running down the hall. eric!* I turn. Its
Shea, Jessi's* friend. Go talk to Jessica right now before she
leaves. She shouts as the crowd engulfs her. Ok, but why? *snigger*
She just wants to talk to you *snigger*. Oh crap. I think to
myself.
I find her at her locker with Shea. Howd she get there before me? I
muse. Jessi* gives her a shadowy glare. Ill leave you two alone.
Shea gives a wicked smile and walks away. Oh shiz I murmur. What?
Nothing She gives me an awkward grin and says Well I got zapped and
I
um well She sticks out her hand palm up. ASK ERIC* OUT. Why me? I
whimper. Huh? What? (Nothing is usually a one time answer unless
youre teasing someone.) Well, what do you say? Just then I have a
lapse of how pretty and nice she is. Sure, why not? Okay, see you
tomorrow. She runs off. STUPID, STUPID SMEAGOL! Everyone around
stops
and questions me their eyes. I walk away embarrassed and a taken man.
I, after about two days started to like her. Not bad considering I
liked
Shea about two days before. So Im walking around the school in the
morning with frank*, telling him about some stuff when Jessi* grabs me
and pulls me aside. Frank* keeps walking. Dont leave me! I think out
loud on accident. Jessi* rolls her eyes. She tells me, You dont have
to stay with me, it was just a dare. I think Great, I start to like
her and she lays me off. So I write her a note in first period
agreeing
to break up. Now I wonder why I didnt see that that was some type of
test. Stupid girl, why do you expect a guy to think about what you say
in that much depth?
She, in the next week, goes from happy funny lady to despairing lump. I
try to talk to her. Nothing. So I write a note. She writes on back
saying she didnt want to break up. THANKS FOR THE INFO LADY! I
technically get back together with her but she still looks like her
best
friend just died. I try to cheer her up but nothing works. Then she cut
her wrist, but soon revealed that she was faking it. She wanted to get
attention. She was smiling and laughing with some of her other friends
too. So when Shea told me to try and cheer her up, all I could say was,
If it aint broke dont fix it.
Then I start doing some research on her. I ask people if shed done
this
before. Never. Then I go and talk to this one kid that she always says
hi to but never gets an answer from. He tells me that hes been going
out with her since fifth grade. I feel like I just lost on Jeopardy.
Or,
in other word(s) stupid.
I told this kid what had been going on and he just walked away. The
next day we both, coincidentally, shoved a break up note in her locker
at the same time. Whats done is done.
Liberation! I feel great and awful at the same time. I know that my cry
of joy is making someone cry. I just cant win.
So now its the middle of October. I still write to Shea every now and
then. She writes to me whenever time will allow. Jessi* still looks
like a cute little bunny that got bludgeoned with a car, but lived, and
is begging forgiveness of the owner of a Pontiac Firebird (different
story). So, Shea and I are friends now. We both started seeing more and
more of each other. We went to after school dance class together and
had
the same lunch, and eventually we started to walk around the school
talking until our parents picked us up. At 5 Oclock. Or usually later.
I expected the zap to come sooner or later. I was kinda surprised
because it came sooner. *(audience laughs)* One day when theres
supposed to be this little after school showcase, we were walking to
the
lunchroom for the showcase when she stops me. I remember that thing I
looked at on my hand. Now or never I ask Will you go to the
Halloween dance with me? Staring at my hand. She says Will you go out
with me? as she looks up from her own hand. Yes we say in unison.
And
I think to myself, What a wonderful world
We hug and laugh and curse the girl* who did this (but denies it to
this day)Playfully, and walk down the hall to the
lunch room holding hands and smiling. We stop abruptly as we reach the
lunchroom door, as not to turn Jessi* into a vegetable. We keep it
basically a secret from Jessi* until Shea decides to tell her. By
e-mail.
We go to the dance together and end up dancing with other people than
each other, or at least I did. (girls melted over me in those days.) We
dance eventually. I like her, she likes me. Im as giddy as a drunken
man. Only Im not drunk.
Shea and I start doing more together and both get hounded by her
friends
to kiss. Shea acts like she doesnt want to, which in this case means
something along the lines of, Please do! We talk about it a lot but
dont do it until one day I gather up the courage to and tell her I
will
after school. I head out the door after school to meet her by the
tennis
courts chewing two very powerful mints that are making my tongue numb.
She meets me and we walk around for a little while talking and then it
goes silent. I move forward closer to the girl I had been dating for
3
months-ish. Then my mom, whom had no idea that I was dating until
recently, pulled up early. This girl had given me wings and they had
vanished. I fell. I fell, but hadnt hit the ground yet. This was the
beginning of my dark age.
The next day she didnt sit with me at lunch. I felt like crap. Then to
make it worse she breaks up with me by having one of her friend s give
me a break up note. I almost cry during class. I finally hit the cold
hard ground from my downward spiral. My heart seems to shatter into
pieces small enough to pass through the eye of a needle. I want to
reason, to get another chance, but hey, whats done is done. Right? Of
course right.
I knew she wasnt mad that I didnt kiss her. She isnt that kind of
person. I could only wonder. I just loomed around the world like an
incomplete soul for a LONG time. Shea tried to talk to me but it didnt
work. I was shut out from feeling, other than those which arent happy.
Shea soon moved to Colorado and I stayed here. I eventually got over
myself. Some what. Then, after a while she visited. Me, the girl*, Shea
and a guy who shall remain nameless got together and played truth or
dare. In the end I kissed Shea (who later confessed that I was a good
kisser) and the guy kissed the girl*. Me and Shea got back together
over
the internet and then broke up and got back together and broke up again
not really knowing why. Or maybe its just cause I dont want to tell
you. Whichever comes first.
I often wonder, What happened to the love and flirting? I eventually
found out. Shea has this disease which makes her afraid of the feeling
of love*** so she went naturally with her symptoms. Hint, hint
I still love her and wish she would come back or at least stay at the
flirtatious level we were at on her last visit.
Thats the way the cookie crumbles. Unless its gooey and warm.
BY: the opera ghost (eric)

By-The-Way im shea i the story! andi feel trible bout what ive done!

This is a love story, not a sob story. I think.

Im in seventh grade. I love seventh grade. I love my
classes. I love them for all the wrong reasons. You know,
when youre in elementary school you tend to get bored of
the people around you. I did. Well, after about four years
drooling over the same girls every year, (just in different
order and some time differences each year.) it gets less
than amusing. Now Im in seventh grade. I love seventh
grade. I do well in some classes and a little less than
perfect in others. I only really concentrate to impress
people. (some exceptions). It just gives me the
satisfaction
of answering the girl who asks me a question.
So Im smart, so Im creative, blah, blah, blah. I, no
matter how hard I try, cant really do anything about my
self when I like someone, it just doesnt work. It doesnt
happen often but when I do, I go insane over the person.
Poor them. What do I do when I dont like them to a high
enough degree? I just do what most boys do. I do just about
nothing. So you want an example? Ill give one to you.
I just met these two girls yesterday because they were
talking to one of my friends. So jessi* hugged me then
hugged frank* when she said goodbye. I knew at once she liked
me (little did I know that pretty much all my lady friends
that I knew at that time liked me.) Because girls just
dont
hug frank* unless I think theyre disturbing. (Just a
tendency.) I was pretty sure that she hugged him so it
wouldnt be so obvious to hug me. The first sign.
Let me fill you in on this little game people played a lot in seventh
grade called ZAP. In this game someone writes a dare on your palm
(like kiss the person you like) then they write ZAP on the back of
your hand along with a time. If you look at the dare before the time
thats written, then you have to do the dare. If you dont then nothing
happens. Back to my anecdote
Its seventh period and Im waiting for the bell to ring. DING-DONG,
DING-DONG! YES! Im running down the hall. eric!* I turn. Its
Shea, Jessi's* friend. Go talk to Jessica right now before she
leaves. She shouts as the crowd engulfs her. Ok, but why? *snigger*
She just wants to talk to you *snigger*. Oh crap. I think to
myself.
I find her at her locker with Shea. Howd she get there before me? I
muse. Jessi* gives her a shadowy glare. Ill leave you two alone.
Shea gives a wicked smile and walks away. Oh shiz I murmur. What?
Nothing She gives me an awkward grin and says Well I got zapped and
I
um well She sticks out her hand palm up. ASK ERIC* OUT. Why me? I
whimper. Huh? What? (Nothing is usually a one time answer unless
youre teasing someone.) Well, what do you say? Just then I have a
lapse of how pretty and nice she is. Sure, why not? Okay, see you
tomorrow. She runs off. STUPID, STUPID SMEAGOL! Everyone around
stops
and questions me their eyes. I walk away embarrassed and a taken man.
I, after about two days started to like her. Not bad considering I
liked
Shea about two days before. So Im walking around the school in the
morning with frank*, telling him about some stuff when Jessi* grabs me
and pulls me aside. Frank* keeps walking. Dont leave me! I think out
loud on accident. Jessi* rolls her eyes. She tells me, You dont have
to stay with me, it was just a dare. I think Great, I start to like
her and she lays me off. So I write her a note in first period
agreeing
to break up. Now I wonder why I didnt see that that was some type of
test. Stupid girl, why do you expect a guy to think about what you say
in that much depth?
She, in the next week, goes from happy funny lady to despairing lump. I
try to talk to her. Nothing. So I write a note. She writes on back
saying she didnt want to break up. THANKS FOR THE INFO LADY! I
technically get back together with her but she still looks like her
best
friend just died. I try to cheer her up but nothing works. Then she cut
her wrist, but soon revealed that she was faking it. She wanted to get
attention. She was smiling and laughing with some of her other friends
too. So when Shea told me to try and cheer her up, all I could say was,
If it aint broke dont fix it.
Then I start doing some research on her. I ask people if shed done
this
before. Never. Then I go and talk to this one kid that she always says
hi to but never gets an answer from. He tells me that hes been going
out with her since fifth grade. I feel like I just lost on Jeopardy.
Or,
in other word(s) stupid.
I told this kid what had been going on and he just walked away. The
next day we both, coincidentally, shoved a break up note in her locker
at the same time. Whats done is done.
Liberation! I feel great and awful at the same time. I know that my cry
of joy is making someone cry. I just cant win.
So now its the middle of October. I still write to Shea every now and
then. She writes to me whenever time will allow. Jessi* still looks
like a cute little bunny that got bludgeoned with a car, but lived, and
is begging forgiveness of the owner of a Pontiac Firebird (different
story). So, Shea and I are friends now. We both started seeing more and
more of each other. We went to after school dance class together and
had
the same lunch, and eventually we started to walk around the school
talking until our parents picked us up. At 5 Oclock. Or usually later.
I expected the zap to come sooner or later. I was kinda surprised
because it came sooner. *(audience laughs)* One day when theres
supposed to be this little after school showcase, we were walking to
the
lunchroom for the showcase when she stops me. I remember that thing I
looked at on my hand. Now or never I ask Will you go to the
Halloween dance with me? Staring at my hand. She says Will you go out
with me? as she looks up from her own hand. Yes we say in unison.
And
I think to myself, What a wonderful world
We hug and laugh and curse the girl* who did this (but denies it to
this day)Playfully, and walk down the hall to the
lunch room holding hands and smiling. We stop abruptly as we reach the
lunchroom door, as not to turn Jessi* into a vegetable. We keep it
basically a secret from Jessi* until Shea decides to tell her. By
e-mail.
We go to the dance together and end up dancing with other people than
each other, or at least I did. (girls melted over me in those days.) We
dance eventually. I like her, she likes me. Im as giddy as a drunken
man. Only Im not drunk.
Shea and I start doing more together and both get hounded by her
friends
to kiss. Shea acts like she doesnt want to, which in this case means
something along the lines of, Please do! We talk about it a lot but
dont do it until one day I gather up the courage to and tell her I
will
after school. I head out the door after school to meet her by the
tennis
courts chewing two very powerful mints that are making my tongue numb.
She meets me and we walk around for a little while talking and then it
goes silent. I move forward closer to the girl I had been dating for
3
months-ish. Then my mom, whom had no idea that I was dating until
recently, pulled up early. This girl had given me wings and they had
vanished. I fell. I fell, but hadnt hit the ground yet. This was the
beginning of my dark age.
The next day she didnt sit with me at lunch. I felt like crap. Then to
make it worse she breaks up with me by having one of her friend s give
me a break up note. I almost cry during class. I finally hit the cold
hard ground from my downward spiral. My heart seems to shatter into
pieces small enough to pass through the eye of a needle. I want to
reason, to get another chance, but hey, whats done is done. Right? Of
course right.
I knew she wasnt mad that I didnt kiss her. She isnt that kind of
person. I could only wonder. I just loomed around the world like an
incomplete soul for a LONG time. Shea tried to talk to me but it didnt
work. I was shut out from feeling, other than those which arent happy.
Shea soon moved to Colorado and I stayed here. I eventually got over
myself. Some what. Then, after a while she visited. Me, the girl*, Shea
and a guy who shall remain nameless got together and played truth or
dare. In the end I kissed Shea (who later confessed that I was a good
kisser) and the guy kissed the girl*. Me and Shea got back together
over
the internet and then broke up and got back together and broke up again
not really knowing why. Or maybe its just cause I dont want to tell
you. Whichever comes first.
I often wonder, What happened to the love and flirting? I eventually
found out. Shea has this disease which makes her afraid of the feeling
of love*** so she went naturally with her symptoms. Hint, hint
I still love her and wish she would come back or at least stay at the
flirtatious level we were at on her last visit.
Thats the way the cookie crumbles. Unless its gooey and warm.
BY: the opera ghost (eric)

By-The-Way im shea i the story! andi feel trible bout what ive done!

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