My next try at popularity: track team. I knew I could run so why not? I just needed some cool friends, eh? Call me desperate. So I step out on the track, wearing a sports bra, track pants and my nikes.
"You look stupid" Jackster said.
I sarcastically gave him a smile.
"If you'd concentrate on shakespeare more than stupid popularity you might not flunk."
"Says the king of jocks?" I stated with a smirk.
"Hey! Looks can be decieving!" he barked back.
"So...you mean you wern't a jock?"
"Um...I never said 'that'"
"Right."
"But you know my jock-ness killed me?" he replied.
Now that amigos...was news to me.
"Whaa fuck you say jackster?"
"Language!" he said but with sheer nanoseconds we started laughing. He sweared a 1000 times more than me.
"Anya Stinson!" I heard a voice call out. I looked up to see a blonde lady in her mid-40s call out from her notepad.
"That's my cue." I told Jack. People were giving me weird looks, thinking I was a complete lunatic. Well...I'd only convinced them. Talking to an invisible person, on top of that laughing with one! Classy.
"Go and get you pop-u-lar-ity" he smirked.
"Give moi a br-e-ak" I replied and ran off to the other side of the track.
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A Ghost For A Roommate
HumorWhen I first saw him, I was left tongue tied. Yes, he was gorgeous and completely flawless but what really got me was, get this... He was transIucent, I, Anya Stinson, came all the way from Sydney to Alabama for a change of scenary. And well...I'm...
