A/N: Hey everyone. Please read this before reading the story itself. Let me make this very clear. This is my very first story. I have written many others after this one(which are my other stories on here) and have become better at it. I wrote this a couple of years ago and decided to put this up for a friend of mine. () This is my baby and I would love to hear your thoughts on it. And please give me your honest opinion. But please just don't say its crap and not tell me why. I find that rude and it won't help me as a writer. If you say its crap and give me a good reason why, then that's a different story. Haha. I hope you enjoy it.

“The Adventures Inside Shawn’s Pocket”

A Novel by J.S. Goldberg

Chapter 1

Other than the universe we live in, there are 13 other dimensions. I don’t know about the other 12, but I do know about 1. That dimension is known as Shawn’s pocket. For those of you who are wondering who Shawn and I are, let me explain.

Hi, my name is Julie. I’m 15, and am in the tenth grade. My friends say I’m wacky, while everyone else I meet says I’m mentally challenged. I say they’re both right. It doesn’t make sense, but does anything make sense? Another thing that doesn’t make sense to me is that my dad says I’m pretty, but the boys in my class beg to differ. Personally, I think I’m decent looking but that’s just me talking. I have long, silky, straight brown hair that moves freely in the wind. My eyes are as brown as the dirt on the earth. My lips are soft, and don’t have the feel of glue from lip-gloss. I’m the comfortable type. I dress to be comfy, not to impress anybody.

I don’t wear make up or spend hours in the bathroom to get ready. Actually, my dad spends more time in the bathroom than I do. I live with my parents, my brother, and my 4 pets. But enough about me, I’d like to talk about my friends Shawn and Sarah.

What can I say about Shawn? Well to start off with, Shawn is black. He isn’t the smartest guy in the world, but then again he’d say the same about me. He has short little curls in his black hair. They’re so cute, like little piggy tails on a head. I just want to pull them back, let them go, and say “boing”. Don’t even get me started on how he dresses…too late. He wears long, solid color shirts that are as long as a dress. And he wears baggy jeans even though my friend Sarah and I tell him not to. He is one boy you could not pick out of a crowd. But one of his pants isn’t ordinary. No, one of his pants contains the dimension we know as Shawn’s Pocket.

And now I would like to talk about my friend Sarah. Sarah is a very blunt person. If you ask for her opinion, she’ll give it to you with no bologna on the side. She’s brave and fearless, and doesn’t like to take orders from anybody. She’s tough and not afraid to show it. Even though she’s mean, she’s one of the greatest friends I’ve ever had. And she always reminds me when I’m stupid by hitting me in the back of the head. Sarah has dirty blond hair that shines with the light from the sun. She has blue eyes that remind you of the soft and gentle waves of the ocean. She dresses for comfort, but with style. She wears light but beautiful make up. Although she looks sweet, pretty, and girly, trust the saying ‘never judge a book by its cover.’ She’s not afraid to rip out her claws.

Now you know who these people are, but I’m sure you have one question. How did we all become friends? Well let’s just say it started with a burrito.

One day I was dancing down the street while listening to hip-hop, or as I call it hippity hop. I stopped and walked happily into Togo’s, a sandwich shop.

“Hi, I’d like a burrito.” I said cheerfully.

“Um…this is Togo’s. We sell sandwiches.” The woman at the counter said.

“Yeah, a burrito.” I said still happy.

“SANDWICHES!” she screamed frustrated.

“BURRITO!” I shouted back.

“You are very frustrating.” She said red from yelling.

“I’m frustrating?”

“Yes!”

“I come here for great service and guess what?”

“What?” she asked with attitude.

“Your service was crap!”

“Crap?”

“I don’t need this! I’m going to Taco Bell for a sandwich.” I said frustrated. She is so not getting a tip, I thought. Out of nowhere, a girl my age approached me.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. Um, I could see you were having trouble.” She said as nice as she could.

“Yeah. Her service sucks!” I said upset.

“They don’t sell burritos here, they sell sandwiches.” She said grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, a burrito.” I said with no expression. She had a look of thought and said, “They have burritos here not sandwiches.”

“OH!” I said with a smile. I turned back to the counter. “Hi, I’d like a tuna sandwich.”

So that’s how I met Sarah. But we still have another story to tell before we go on our journey of the pocket. That story is how we met our good friend Shawn.

While I was finishing my sandwich, a boy my age walked in and sat across from me smiling.

“Who the hell are you?” Sarah asked like she was ready to slap him.

“Yes, it is a fine day.” He said grinning ear to ear. I giggled, Sarah looked at me, and then I stopped.

“Who are you?” I asked trying to hold back laughter.

“I’m Shawn.” He said with a charming smile. He turned towards Sarah. “So…can I have your number?”

“NO!” Sarah said appalled. “Ask stupid here.”

“She’s ugly.” Shawn whined to his pocket, god knows why.

“I heard that jerk!” I said angry and hurt. I took the rest of my sandwich and smashed it into his face. Then I dumped my Diet Coke over his head. I was so mad, I wish I slapped him. It was ok, because Sarah did it for me. When we left, Shawn was drenched with soda and had tuna on his face.

Unfortunately, it was Monday. This means stupid school. I trudged my way over to Sarah tired and cranky.

“Can’t the day start at noon?” I said with a yawn.

“I wish!” Sarah said catching my yawn. The bell rung at exactly 8:00am, like it does everyday.

“Ugh! See you later.” Sarah groaned. I walked miserably to History class. I took my seat, and took out my mechanical pencil and purple notebook.

“Hello class!” the teacher said enthusiastically.

“Hi, Mr. Sachs.” The class responded with no energy in their voices. Apparently everyone felt as I did on Mondays. Mr. Sachs was a tall and regular sized man. He had brown hair, but it doesn’t move freely in the wind like mine. He also wears glasses, and no he’s not nerdy.

“Project time!” he shouted with excitement.

“No!” moaned the whole class.

“Yes, now partners. Allison and Robby. Amy and Greg. Julie and… Shawn.”

So when the teacher was done, I walked to Shawn’s desk.

“Hi.” I said with as much misery as possible. He is the last person I wanted to be partners with.

“Same here.” Shawn said sarcastically.

“Let’s get busy.” I said trying to sound energetic.

“Great! I’ll get my video camera.” Shawn exclaimed. I scrunched my face with confusion.

“I didn’t know this was a video project.”

“Oh…uh…its not. Never mind.” Shawn said with embarrassment.

“Anyway, we should start on the project.”

“Well…since we’re partners, we’ll need to communicate. I’ll call you through your friend Sarah. What’s her phone number?”

“You jerk!” I walked to the art supplies and took the blue paint. I dumped it on Shawn.

“There! Now you’re a little smurf boy! What now?” I yelled with all my breath.

“Julie and Shawn, counselor’s office!” yelled Mr. Sachs. I rolled my eyes, and walked to the counselor’s office with Shawn. The whole way over there, there was silence and tension between us.

“Please sit, the both of you.” Said the counselor, Ms. Fenito, sternly. Ms. Fenito was a very short but pretty woman. She was no taller than myself. She had straight, ruby red hair that went down to her shoulders. She had lipstick and nail polish to match. She was wearing one and a half black heels, and had a tropical outfit that included a skirt down to her knees.

“Now I hear that you poured blue paint on this young man. And called him… ‘A little smurf boy’.” Ms. Fenito said calmly.

“Only because he was a jerk!” I defended myself.

“What did he do?” she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“He keeps hitting on my friend Sarah. He’s constantly asking for her number.” I said a little more calmly.

“I see. Is this true?” she said as she turned towards Shawn.

“Yes, but I have a compromise. We can be friends and I won’t ask for her number.” Shawn said with hope in his voice.

“That seems fair.” Ms. Fenito said now facing me.

“Yeah…but don’t you have any guy friends?” I asked hoping for a loophole.

“Nope! I’m new here.” Shawn said with a big smile. It was almost like he knew my plan and then crushed it.

“See…he just wants some friends. He just happened to meet you first. Who knows, maybe you were destined to be friends.” Ms. Fenito said with a pleasant smile. I just wanted to slap her, and wipe that smile off her face.

“Lucky me!” I said smiling, while actually despising her.

“So, is this problem solved?” she asked cheerfully.

“I guess so.” I mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes.” I said clearly.

“Great! I will now send you off to second period. Have a nice day.”

Shawn and I walked out of her office and made our way to second period.

“So was that real or fake in there?” I asked grinning.

“Trust me; I’m not that good of an actor.” Shawn said with a smirk. I laughed forgetting I hated him.

“So what’s your next class?” I asked changing the subject.

“Art.”

“No way!” I said with shock and disbelief.

“What?”

“That’s my next class!” I laughed. Then, I accidentally walked right into a pole. The next thing I saw was a white ceiling.

“What happened?” I asked sitting up.

“You walked straight into a pole.” Shawn said reading a magazine. I looked to my right and saw him sitting in a chair reading. I looked around and saw a counter with medicine, tools, and a sink. And there were health posters plastered all over the walls.

“Did I die? Are you god?”

“No. Are you ok?” Shawn said looking up from his magazine.

“Of course mom!” I said happily.

“I’m not a girl. No matter what everyone else says.” Shawn said looking a little irritated. In a second, I was back asleep. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find Sarah and Shawn in the room.

“Hey guys.” I said while yawning.

“We thought you were dead.” Sarah said looking a little disappointed. Nurse Becky walked in. I was always afraid of Nurse Becky. She had cold, black hair, like her heart. She was huge! Not fat huge, but muscle huge. And she was covered in tattoos. How she became a nurse, I have no idea.

“You’re finally awake!” Becky shouted, which wasn’t necessary.

“Yeah, love you too.” I whispered sarcastically.

“You nice girl, but GET THE HELL OUT!” she screamed. Naturally Sarah, Shawn, and I ran out of the room as quickly as possible.

“What’s her problem?” Sarah asked once we were out of earshot.

“I don’t know, but last year I accidentally puked on her. You think that’s it?” I asked pondering my statement.

“What is it with you and accidents?” Shawn butts in.

“We’re best buddies.” I said smiling. For some reason, I don’t think I’m kidding. Accidents and I are like peanut butter and jelly. We stick with each other.

“Anyway, how long was I asleep?” I asked coming back from my thoughts.

“A few hours.” Shawn said.

“And you know this how?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“I checked up on you. Is that ok to do?” Shawn said a little jumpy.

“Ok. Don’t throw a hissy fit!” I said quickly holding my hands up in defense. I backed up to walk with Sarah.

“What’s his problem?” I asked. Sarah shrugged. I sighed and took out a piece of paper from my jacket pocket.

“What’s that?” Sarah asked interested.

“A drawing I’m working on for art class.” I said. All of a sudden, the wind blew the paper out of my hands and into the parking lot. “Shit! That took me two hours to work on!” So of course, I ran after it. I was in the middle of the parking lot when I finally caught the paper after chasing it for five minutes.

“Got you!” I shouted with the paper in my hand.

“JULIE!” Shawn screamed. I turned around and saw him running towards me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with Shawn.

“Why’d you tackle me?” I asked looking at Shawn angered and bewildered. Then, very slowly, a car drove by us.

“The car was coming, so I saved you.” Shawn said.

“It was ten feet away going two miles per hour!” I shouted frustrated and upset.

“How does someone stupid like you figure that out?” Shawn yelled.

“I don’t! Look maybe we shouldn’t be friends!” I shouted.

“Fine!” Shawn said as he stomped off. I rolled my eyes and walked in the opposite direction, until I realized my class was the other way.

The next day, I went to school angry and sleepy. I don’t think that’s a good mix. When I got to school the bell rang, so I went straight to history class.

“Hello class. Today you will be working on your projects. So get going!” he said cheerfully. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I got up. I slowly made my to Shawn’s desk, cursing with every step I took.

“Hey stupid.” He said.

“Hey jerk.” I shot at him.

“Anyway, we’re coloring the poster orange.” Shawn said not looking at me.

“Uh no. we’re coloring it purple.” I said giving him a dirty look.

“No. Orange.”

“YOU’RE SO STUBBORN! I HATE YOU!” I screamed.

“I HATE YOU MORE!”

“I hate your yelling! Counselor’s office now! The both of you.” Mr. Sachs shouted. Once again, Shawn and I walked unhappily to Ms. Fenito’s office.

“So you’re back again.” She said when we were seated.

“Because of her!” he shot at Ms. Fenito.

“Oh please! He wanted orange. Who likes orange?” I shouted back at him.

“I like orange.”

“Surprise surprise.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Quiet!” yelled Ms. Fenito. We both fell silent.

“Thank you. What happened? Last time you were friends, now you’re fighting like cats and dogs.” Ms. Fenito said all in one breath.

“Ask him. He called me stupid.” I said calmly, trying to avoid yelling.

“Please! You insulted me first!”

“Yeah right, liar!”

“You’re the liar!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! You insulted me first!”

“After you pushed me.”

“COOL IT!” Ms. Fenito screamed at the top of her lungs. Both of us fell silent again. “You both obviously have major issues.” She said calm but still red. She raised her hand, as I was about to speak. I shut my mouth. “I think you both need some time to work them out, and you will in lunch duty.”

“Lunch duty?” we shouted in unison.

“Yes, lunch duty.”

“No! Can’t you give us detention or something?” I said.

“Lunch duty will be good for you. It will teach you to work together. You will see lunch lady Marie at eleven forty five today.” She said smiling. When neither of us spoke she said, “Now go.”

We both left still angry at each other.

“This is your entire fault.” I whined to Shawn.

“If you didn’t start yelling at me, I could have gotten us out of it.” Shawn said angry but calm nonetheless.

“Oh yeah? How would you have done that slick?” I said laughing.

“Easy, my sob story.” Shawn said smiling.

“Sob story?”

“Yes.”

“Oh I can’t wait to hear this. Please do tell me this sob story.”

“Ok. ‘Ms. Fenito we’re really sorry. We were getting along so well, but you see we have a project. On top of that we are piled with homework. We accidentally lost our temper for a mere second. But I can see you must punish us.’” He said sadly. “Then she would have said, ‘Oh no need for punishment. Behave and have a good day.’” Shawn said smiling.

“Bravo! Oddly enough you can imitate her really well.” Finally, we were getting along.

“But then you ruined it stupid!” Shawn said, losing his smile. I think I thought too soon.

“Well you would have messed it up anyway. You said it yourself, ‘I’m not that good of an actor.’ Boy is that the truth.” I said starting to yell.

“You’re not worth it. See you later.” He said giving me a fake smile.

“Right back at you.” I said returning his smile.

“Great! You’re both here.” Lunch lady Marie said happily. I always liked her. One day I forgot my money, two weeks in a row, and she still gave me lunch.

“Hey Marie.”

“Put on your hair nets and aprons.” We did as she told. And must I say, Shawn looked pretty damn funny with a hairnet. As if reading my thoughts, Shawn gave me a dirty look.

“You both know how to cook frozen hot dogs in the microwave, right?” she asked.

“Of course.” I said smiling while wishing I was back in class. Wow! I never thought I’d think that.

“And the mashed potatoes are already cooked, so you just need to put them on the trays. I’ll be back in ten to twenty minutes.” Marie said as she walked out of the kitchen. Not knowing what to do first, I just stood there looking around. The kitchen walls were covered with tin cabinets. If you saw any walls it was an ugly orange. The counters looked like they’ve never been washed. And the place reeked of hot dogs and vomit.

“Aren’t you going to help?” Shawn asked. I came back from my trance, only wishing I was back in it.

“I’ll do mashed potatoes and you do hot dogs.” Shawn said calmly.

“Ok.” I simply agreed. The last thing I wanted to do was to fight and land myself in detention. I am a goody good; I’ve never been in detention in my life. After five minutes of complete silence, Shawn finally spoke.

“This totally sucks.” He whined.

“Yeah, you’ll never believe this but I’d rather be in class” I said hoping we would get along.

“Are you nuts or just stupid?” he spat. Well that hope crashed and burned.

“Excuse me?” I said losing my temper.

“It’s bad but not that bad. Besides, in class I bet all you do is sit there, drool, and go ‘duh what?’” he said with a chuckle.

“I bet all the guys drool for you girl.” I said with a look of triumph.

“Take it back.”

“Maybe we should go shopping. You need a dress for the dance.” I said as my smile got wider. Shawn took a plastic spoon and scooped up some mashed potatoes. He pulled the tip back, ready to fling it at me.

“Take…it…back. Or you will get stung by the Terminator.” Shawn said seriously.

“More like girlinator!” I said smiling as wide as I could.

“Fine. You asked for it.” Shawn said grinning. He let go of the spoon and the mashed potatoes landed right in the middle of my face. Suddenly, I was in the most intense food fight I’ve ever been in. Actually it was the only food fight I’ve ever been in. Mash potatoes were all over the place. I was throwing bits of frozen hot dogs, and one hit him right in the nose. Then he splashed water in my face.

We both ended up on the floor talking.

“Sorry about the hot dogs.” I said taking bits of hot dog out of his hair.

“Sorry, about the mashed potatoes.” Shawn said wiping my face with a towel.

“You have really good aim.” I said laughing.

“Thanks.”

“You want to just put this behind us and start over?”

“Sure.”

We both shook on it.

“So you think we’ll get in trouble?” I asked wiping potato out of my hair.

“What do you think?” Marie asked.

“Marie, hi!” I said as the two of us stood up quickly. Shit! It was bad enough we landed ourselves here, and now we’ll probably end up in detention. Food fights now…then lying, sneaking out, and drugs? Ok, maybe not that bad, but I still don’t want to end up with detention.

“Look what you did!”

“We are so sorry!” I said.

“Oh you will be. You both get detention after school. And you will be spending that detention time cleaning this kitchen up!” Marie said very angry.

“You’re just the lunch lady. You can’t do that.” Shawn retaliated.

“Oh yes I can!” she said with her voice growing louder.

“I won’t do it. I’m not taking orders from you.” Shawn shouted. I smacked my forehead.

“Then you can take orders with Ms. Fenito.” She said angrily.

“She’s the counselor.”

“Yes, but the principal is busy and the vice principal is on vacation. So go!” Marie said frustrated. So without having time to clean ourselves up, we walked to Ms. Fenito’s office for a third time.

“Come in, but do not sit.” Ms. Fenito said outraged. “Marie tells me that while she was gone you were having a food fight. And when she came back the place was covered with food. Then when she tried to punish you, you talked back to her!”

“Uh…I didn’t say anything to her.” I said as quiet as a mouse.

“That is beside the point. Shawn you have detention today with Julie. You will clean the kitchen during your detention. Then you will have detention tomorrow, alone, in room seven.”

“Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

“On the plus side, me and Julie are friends now.” Shawn said while wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Go.”

I walked into my fifth period class, late. All heads turned towards me.

“Julie, you are late. And you smell. Why is this?” my math teacher, Mr. Cap said smirking. I always thought Mr. Cap was out to get me. He always seemed to love an opportunity to embarrass me. He has black hair, like death. And his eyes are almost black.

“Uh…I had lunch duty and then I was in Ms. Fenito’s office.” I said shyly.

“Do you have a pass?” Mr. Cap said with a bigger smirk.

I sighed and said, “No, she didn’t give me a pass.”

“Well take your seat while I give Ms. Fenito a call.” Mr. Cap said with a triumphant look. I sat in my seat, which was next to Sarah. While he was making his phone call, I was talking quietly with Sarah.

“What happened?” she whispered.

“I had lunch duty with Shawn. As you can see it didn’t go to well. So we were sent to Ms. Fenito again.”

“Ok, you want to hang out the movies?” Sarah asked changing the subject.

“Can’t. I have detention.” When Sarah didn’t speak and she cleared her throat I looked up.

“Being late and smelling like wet hot dog wasn’t enough was it? No, you have to talk too. Be quiet or you’ll get detention.” Mr. Cap said with the creepiest grin I’ve ever seen.

“Sorry.”

After school, I met with Shawn in the kitchen. We grabbed our cleaning supplies and started our detention.

“I’m sorry, Julie. This really is my fault.” Shawn said mopping the floors.

“No problem. It was nice just to have some fun. Even though I pay for it through cleaning.” I said wiping the counters.

“So…you want to go to the movies tomorrow with Sarah?” he asked.

“You have detention, remember?” I giggled.

“Oh yeah. Well what about Thursday?”

“Sarah has dance that night.”

“Well how about just you and me?”

“Sure.”

So that is the long but happy story of how I met Shawn. But this is just the beginning. There are still many more surprises to come on the adventures inside Shawn’s pocket.