The Gamer

Chapter 4: Fruity Day

AN:  Aaaaaand I’m back! Sort of… it has taken me a while to write again, almost a month I think.  Anyways I’m just gonna let you read, I really have nothing to say.  Except, OHMYGOD I swear my IPod is a zombie.  Six months ago it fell into a toilet (don’t ask) and well you know it died, so I began operating it, I dropped it in a Ziploc bag full of rice so it would soak up the water and then with a bobby pin I separated the crystal display and the touch screen didn’t work, at all.  So a couple of days ago I was “operating” it again and out of the blue the touch screen worked, I felt happiness bubble in my chest and almost ran out calling my dad to see that once in a lifetime miracle. Anywho, enough with the non-sense go read.

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Chapter 4: Fruity Day

Getting up late for school, I ran for the bathroom, took a quick shower, and got my clothes as I was wobbling down the stairs like a deranged penguin.  I was getting a bowl of cereal and jumping on one leg putting on my combat boots when Chris appeared out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me, making me scream bloody murdered and trip over with the bowl of Fruit Loops falling all around me.

*SMACK* I groaned in pain as my face hit the floor; I also felt a couple of Fruit Loops buried in my skin.  Oh I’ll get him alright* I though.  When I rolled to my side, Chris was face-red laughing and he looked like he had a hard time catching his breath.  I pulled my leg back and before he had a chance to register what was happening, I heard the satisfactory *SMACK* by my side.

Victory!

Snickering at Chris, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the Fruit Loops and left him there groaning, he deserved it.  My hair was in a tangled mess, my face was full of red little circles, and it didn’t help at all that it was already 7:54am.  Trying to rub off the circles with one hand while disentangling my hair with the other I grabbed my back pack and took and apple glaring at Chris as I went out the door. By a split second I imagined a little dancing me with a techno song in my head saying: I was multitasking. 

I got to school and with my head down, headed for the entrance; there were still kids lingering by it, and I didn’t want them following their noses for the fruity taste that shows.  I dropped the remaining of my apple in the nearest garbage bin and turned around just to walk straight into a human wall.  I was about to trip for the second time when a pair of large hands extended and prevented me from falling.  I looked up to see quite a handsome guy staring at me with a small smile on his face; I was about to smile back, that is until I noticed he was the guy I had hit with my car.  It came to my mind that he was only smiling –well small smiling – because of the red marks still noticeable in my face; I looked down and went pass him murmuring sorry. 

The bell had already rung and I was running down the halls to my designated classroom.  Thankfully Mr. Kawls had his desk on the opposite side of the classroom and he was facing the board when I managed to slip in unnoticed.  Just as I reached my seat, he called out my name and I raised my hand letting out a relieved sigh as I slumped on my chair and put my head on the desk.  I heard a series of ‘psssttt’ and ignored them thinking that it wasn’t for me, but when I heard my name and felt a piece of eraser hit me on the head I looked up to see Jessica about to throw me a rubber band.

“What?” I asked, peering over to se Mr. Kawls writing on the board.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

Mr. Kawls did a dramatic turn and asked the class: “Do heavier objects fall more slowly than lighter objects?” I didn’t want to give any explanations at the moment, not that I could anyway, so I went with “I’ll tell you later”.