Background of the story:
This is about a dream my boyfriend had a while ago. The character Amelia is me Emily, Jake is Joel.
This is the meeting of the two main characters, Jake and Amelia. This takes place at Glover Middle School in Spokane, WA. This part isn't really in the perspective of anyone, (except the narrator), but part 2 will be in the perspective of Jake.
Critiques and comments are much needed!
“Alright class, I want you all to turn to one another and shake hands and welcome the new faces.” The class groaned, seeing as they all knew each other from some other classroom this year. This one, Home Ec, was no different. Eighth grade year at Glover Middle School…how boring. With over exaggerated gestures, they all grasped each other’s hands, all except for one.
A chubby girl of about thirteen was sitting alone in her seat at the back of the room. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, but a strand had gotten loose and covered up the side of her down-turned face. Whenever someone came up to her, intending to shake her hand, she just refused and went back to examining her fingernails.
A few seconds passed and a boy with long wavy hair came and pulled up a chair beside her. “This is so gay, huh?” he said, giving her a goofy grin. She looked up for a second, then turned her eyes back to her hands, picking at her nails more forcefully.
“You’re from my gym class, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah.” was all she said, not bothering to even look up.
“Uh…” he said, disconcerted. He offered her his hand. “I’m Jake.”
HA! She thought to herself. How could she not know his name? He was the type of guy that, once you first laid eyes on him, you felt you HAD to know more about him. Him with his long, brown hair, his tan skin, his gorgeous green eyes…
“And you are…?” he said, jolting her out of her reverie.
“Oh!” She said, startled. “I’m Amelia.” Looking up, she took his hand gingerly for a brief second, then dropped it, her eyes darting back to the floor. The color rising in her cheeks, she resumed picking at her nails with more interest then even before, intending to let Jake know that the conversation had ended.
“Alright, class!” the teacher said, clapping her hands. “Go ahead and pick your seats!”
“Well,” Jake said, stretching out in the chair beside her. “I guess I’ll just stay here, I’m a little lazy today.”
Oh, great. Amelia thought. More opportunities to be embarrassed than before! “Uhh…great!”
The teacher began talking about the importance of the Home Ec class, about how they should all be glad that they were privileged enough to be part of this class, and the fun (Ha!) things that they would be doing this semester. When the teacher (whose name they learned was Ms. Rasmussen) had her back turned to them, Jake began flapping his arms around like a giant bird and using exaggerated expressions to imitate the teacher. When Ms. Rasmussen turned back around, he sat there as still as he could, keeping a cool, straight face. It was all Amelia could do to refrain from laughing.
When class was over, Jake turned to Amelia, intending to joke about how gay the class had been. But she already was on her way out the door, her ponytail swishing behind her.
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