Chapter: Living with the jock (part 1)
I walked down the halls clutching my books tightly, classes had ended and I wanted to get home as fast as I could. People snickered and pointed at me. I pushed my thick frame glasses back up to my nose since they were sliding down. A guy with a varsity jacket which I immediately recognized as Blake took his foot out and I fell to the ground. He was the school’s football star. He picked up girls, fooled around and the next day he had another one around his arms.
“My books!” I cried, because apparently all I cared about were my books.
“Goodie two-shoes” Blake said, everyone erupted into laughter even though it wasn’t even funny.
Finally Blake bent over and offered me his hand, just as I was about to grab it he took it back and snickered. A blonde bimbo (obviously jocks only date bimbos) squeezed his arm, he grabbed her by the waist and turned around.
I sighed and picked up my books. Every day was like this. Someone would make fun of me, trip me or throw me something. I would go to the bathroom during breaks and lock myself up in the stall. I even ate my lunch there.
I walked out to find my mom honking on her big hummer car.
“Sweetie, pumpkin pie!! I’m here!! Can’t you see me?! Maybe the horn doesn’t work…” My mom said. She punched with all her force the horn letting out a piercing sound.
“MOM!” I shrieked. “Shut up!...You’re embarrassing me!”
“That’s no way to talk to your mom” She scolded. “Now get in here, I need to pick up your feet lotion, you know how bad they smell if-“
“MOM!” I clasped my hand around her mouth. “Don’t say that” I shushed her. I turned around to see all the school gathered around laughing and pointing towards me.
“Oh darling are those your friends?”
“N-“
“Hey guys, I’m Gretchen’s mommy, your best friend right here!” She waved. “It’s a relief to know you have friends dear, I worry about you”
“Mom, stop it”
“Oh shush Gretchie…you know, I should find another nickname for you…I know! How about Grey?” She exclaimed. “Wait a second, that kind of reminds me of that book I’m reading, it’s so steamy! But it isn’t something you little kids should read”
“Mom, we’re not kids”
“Well we’re running late. The special pharmacy closes in thirty minutes and we’ve got a dentists appointment with Dr. Smiles at 4pm”
Another round of laughter erupted, some guys even bent over and held their stomach or even clapped like retarded seals.
“Oh you guys know that dentist?” My mom asked.
“Yeah, my six year old sister goes to that dentist!” A guy screamed and then laughed some more.
“Well that’s nice, but we have to get going. It was nice meeting you, maybe next time I can show you Gretchie’s baby pictures!”
“Mom just drive” I shrank in my seat and covered my face with my hands. I was as red as a tomato.
After getting home I immediately petted my dog Einstein. I named him that since he was a border collie, the world’s most intelligent dog breed, nerds like me have to have an intelligent dog right?
“Good boy” I cooed while scratching behind his ear.
“Gretchen” My dad called from the kitchen. “Come here”
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A Collection of Short Cliché Stories
HumorCliché, over used plots and Mary Sues. Each chapter a whole new cliché-filled short story, each one with a different topic. I hope you enjoy it. (You probably would shudder a lot for how cheesy and cliché-y it is, though)