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Author: imaRIOT
Fiction Rated: T - English - Humor/Drama - Reviews: 8 - Published: 04-30-08 - Updated: 05-17-08 - id:2511761

it's me again! NEW STORY. read the bottom memo if you could. thank you. enjoyyyyyyyyy (:

(c) imaRIOT.


Chapter 1
(c)imaRIOT

Life started getting rough for me around second grade. I was short, and very thin. I was also too pale for my own good, and my black hair wasn't helping my complexion. I wanted to be as tan as Victoria, and I wanted my hair to be as blonde as Nathan's was.

It all started on the playground, Mason Elementary School. Mason Spindler thought he was all-that because the school he went to was supposedly named after him. It totally was not!

He was so bossy. However, he decided to be the ultimate jerk one day when I was playing on the swings. I didn't like swinging high, because I'm far too afraid of heights, so I just sat on them, swaying slightly. Of course, everyone thought I was a baby, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do is just sway!

Mason came up to me, walking as if he owned the place. On his right side, like his sidekick, was Gabe. Gabe was the exact opposite of me. With dark eyes, dark skin, and dark eyes, he was next in-charge. He was a cutie-pie, but boys had cooties. I didn't want any cooties, so usually I steer clear.

"Hey St-t-t-stammering S-s-s-Stacy!" Mason called out, his brown hair was cut short, and he had brown eyes. In my eyes, they looked like poop. Just like Mason's brains.

I cringed. I knew I had a horrible stammer, but my mommy said that everyone has flaws. Even Mason, I bet.

Gabe let out a laugh and started to stammer to Mason, but I was too busy looking at the ground.

"What, is the little baby afraid to look at G-g-g-g-Gabe?"

"No!" I shrieked, and hauled my eight-year-old body up off the swing. I was trying to be intimidating, but Gabe was too tall. Probably even a foot or more. Mason was more my height, but we were small, petite kids. I was only about three foot two inches.

At this, Gabe laughed. He knew I wasn't intimidating. Oh, how I wanted to smash his face in!

"Y-y-yes you a-a-are!"

"Shut up, Gabe, everyone has flaws!"

"No, I don't," Mason boasted, puffing out his chest. "Only you do, Stupid Stammering Stacy." He added. Gabe nodded, to show his eight-year-old agreement.

"Liar, liar, your pants are on fire!" I chanted, close to tears. Shut up, I was like eight! It hurt to be called stupid.

"No," Gabe said, skeptical. "They're not. You are such a baby, Stammering S-s-Stacy!" With that remark, Gabe took a huge step forward and pushed me.

I burst into tears even before I hit the pavement. Mason looked wide-eyed at Gabe, who was smirking arrogantly.

"Gabe, we gotta get out of here! What if she tattles on us?" Mason asked worriedly. However, that didn't get Gabe to fret.

"She won't tattle, isn't that right, S-s-stammering Stacy?"

I was so afraid, thanks to Gabe's height and attitude. "N-n-no, I w-won't! I p-promise!"

Mason looked at me, but I couldn't read his expression. I hoped it was pity.

"Let's go then," Gabe stalked away. Mason put on a smirk to match Gabe's and left me crying on the pavement.

Stupid jerks!


Finally, the steaming hot water from my shower woke me up. In the distance, I heard my mom calling for me.

"Stacy, sweetie, get out of the shower! We have to be at the school with your gown and everything in an hour, so you can't take forever!"

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, today was my graduation. Luckily, it wouldn't be with either Mason or Gabe. Gabe moved to New York with his mom, ever since his parents got in a divorce. It definitely made life easier for me - Mason wasn't as good as bullying kids as Gabe was.

The story with Mason is quite easy: he has a cold. Take THAT! Anyway, he simply couldn't make it to graduation.

"Okay mom!" I called back, turning the shower off. Today was going to be good, I knew it!


New story, but... idk, I might delete it. I can't seem to settle conflicts with my stories these days. I hate everything I write /

But um, so try not to fall in love with this story. We'll see how it goes.

Ps; YESSSS. You'll hate me, but I'm deleting "Taboo strikes another Victim!"

(cringes) Don't hate me.

Arugh, so we'll see. Maybe I'll think of an idea that I love and it won't be deleted. We'll see when that happens. Until then, - cherrio! :D

Pps; i got my hair coloured. :))))))

now its blonde with black underneath w/ black and pink coon tail extensions. it's radddd. (:

I HEART YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSS x3



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