There was a boy that I’d once considered myself in love with. We were one of the “serious couples” in the ninth grade. His name was Alex… I remember he’d had a shock of red hair, and whenever he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but notice that one of his teeth were chipped. Biking accident, he’d told me. We went out until the day he and his family moved out of state, and even a short time after that, but we both eventually moved on.
I shook my head so hard that my hair came out of its pony tail .
James turned away from me , about to exit my room.
I was trembling, I felt as if I was I think it's were about to pass out…
I stared at it, and was barely aware of Will turning around and picking up my baseball bat off my closet floor.
For some reason, this sound awkward. Maybe you should change it to something like this "I stared at it--barely aware of Will, who was gracefully picking up my baseball bat off the closet floor."
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