Perspectives

Patrick's Backstory

~6 years ago~

Patrick's pov:

Baseball, it's one of my favorite things to do and I have lots of friends on my team. Jacob, who likes to call me Patty, is my closest friend there. Although sports are a big thing in my life, I love to write. Write poems, short stories, everything. It calms me even at my lowest, when i'm most angry or sad, it helps. I've never told any of the guys on the team except for Jake, he doesn't care that I write but he likes to read my work. He seems to be the only person that likes what I make, sadly, he doesn't go to my school. I can only see him at baseball but he will forever be my closest friend, he's like a brother to me

~the next day~

The next day at school, the teacher makes an announcement, "Class! Please take a seat, we have a new student joining us all the way from France!" the whole class looks over to see a short girl with long brown wavy hair and bright caramel eyes. "Would you like to share some things with the class about yourself?" I was sitting in the back row, so all I could see was her pretty hair as she stood up with confidence, it was like love at first sight. But she didn't know that, and she may never know that. Girls don't like me in that way. "My name is Claire Toussaint, i'm nine years old and I hope to make lots of new friends here!" I accidentally let out a laugh pondering the thought of this new girl liking me, she turned around and watched me like a hawk. "Say something, anything quick!" I thought to myself as I could feel everyone's eyes start to fall on me. "How are you supposed to make friends with a last name like that!" I said as regret washed over my entire body, I knew I messed up and there was no turning back now. After that, I knew she hated me, but I didn't.