After lunch Sarah and I had creative writing, great I thought, now I have to see him again! Another reason to not want to go to class. The first reason was the fact that I was exhausted from not being able to sleep a lot the previous night. I looked at Sarah, "ugh I don't want to see him again! Help me!!" Sarah giggled shaking her head,
"Just don't talk to him. Ignore him, okay?" I nodded.
In class the teacher told us to write about something sad; it could be in our past and then write about something good and happy and also make it more dramatic if you wanted to but you didn't have to necessarily make the character yourself it could be someone else. I smiled, I always knew how to do this; it's where my creativity came into action, though most of what I write is not all fictional, it's based on real events, because that's what authors do base their stories around real people and put them into a fantasy world where everything is different.
But for the sake of this story that I was writing then I made it about my past and made the character me; it made it more dramatic that way.
This is what I wrote about:
About six months ago I lost my dog. Before that I lost my grandfather. For those two events that happened one after another I was devastated. These events were probably the worse things in the world for me. Not seeing my dog everyday when I came home from school made me even more upset, every time I went past his room. It's the worse feeling in the world.
On the happier side of things so far I have made so many friends in the past two days and it's probably the best thing in the world for me.
And that's only part of the story of my life.
I stopped writing and handed over what I wrote to the teacher, or I was about to when Trystan snatched it from my hands and started to read it.
"Aww poor little Jessie what a cruel life you've had, with your grandpa and your stupid dog dying!" He pouted I glared at him,
"Shut your mouth! If you don't like my story; then that's up to you, but it's my story, deal with it!" I snapped, "Now leave me alone. Unlike you I wouldn't say anything that would be rude about your work because I'm not that kind of person; but clearly you are! Now go away before I do something I regret." I gritted my teeth at him and then handed the teacher my piece of work.
Trystan cleared his throat, handing his piece of work to me. I raised an eyebrow at him, "do you want me to give this to the teacher?" I asked and he shook his head,
"No read it, criticise it all you want you deserve to. What I said about your work I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry you had to go through losing your grandfather and then you're dog."
"Who are you and what have you done to the Trystan I know and hate?" I asked. He chuckled and said,
"I guess you bring something out in me that's different." He shrugged, "don't think anything of it. I meant what I said earlier, you might be quite a good writer but apart from that you probably won't ever get a boy that is just like in your books. You'll probably never fall in love. You might be intelligent and kind of pretty, but boys pick looks over intelligence. To me you're not exactly my kind of beautiful." He smirked and moved away from me.
I growled and shoved his work at him, "I was going to read it thinking you were different, but considering you just said all of that reminds me how much of a jerk you really are. So forget it I'd rather read twilight than read what you wrote!" I hissed before I turned to Sarah, "Hey can I read yours?"
"Of course," then she put her hand on my shoulder. "Hey are you okay? What he said was harsh, but what you said to him was epic!" She grinned at me and I laughed, before I read her story.
She decided that in her story instead writing in the first person she wrote in the third person. It was as if she was talking about someone else but considering it was supposed to be about our past, I figured that it was about her past.
It was so beautifully written. It was about a girl who lost her grandfather and grandmother when she was only 5 years old; and never knowing her father because he was never around to raise her. It then went to her mother and how she was the only person that could raise her up in her darkest times. Then it came to the happy part, which was getting a puppy for her birthday. It was so sad about not ever knowing her father and her grandparents dying at such a young age and so sweet that she got a puppy for her birthday.
I looked up at her; there were tears in my eyes. "You really never knew your dad?"
"Nope, my mother said he was an arsehole anyway so maybe I'm better off without a father in my life."
"At least you have your mum, that's the main thing, she's the one that brings you light in your darkest times right?"
"Yeah, she does, she really does."
"That's all that matters then, now hand it in. It's absolutely brilliant Sarah!" She smiled and nodded a thank you to me before she handed it into the teacher.
The bell rang telling us it was the end of the day, not long after and we got up, packed up our stuff and left class; before we went our desperate ways and went home.
About half an hour after I came home from school. My mum came into the room as I was in the kitchen getting a snack.
"Hey honey, how was school?"
"Fine mum, just annoyed at someone." I shrugged,
"Who is it, a boy?" She asked, I looked up,
"How did you know?"
"I know that look honey, nothing can get past me."
"Alright so there's this boy, and he's really good looking but he's a jerk. The only thing is today, he was really apologetic after he made fun of my work in creative writing. Then he went back to his jerky self." I explained, "I think I really like him, what do I do? I can tell him because he'll just be all cocky about it."
"Well unless you want to bottle your feelings up and not tell him, then yes, you should either tell your friends if they don't already know. Or a better ideas would be just to tell him to his face and if he acts like a jerk about it, he's not worth it, alright?"
"Yeah I guess so, I'm going to go do my homework I'll see you later." I kissed her cheek, "bye mum."
"Bye sweetheart." she said, "I'll call you down for your tea." I smiled before running upstairs to do my homework.
After I did my homework I got a text from an unknown number. It said;
Hey Jessie, hope to see you in class tomorrow, and I do hope you read my story. I may be a jerk, but I am sorry for what I said today.
I frowned and replied;
Which part are you sorry for? and how the hell did you get my no.?
And he answered:
Everything. Also that's something for me to know and you to find out don't worry ;)
Okay so yeah Trystan was a jerk; but I didn't know whether to feel honoured or creeped out that he found my number and decided to apologise to me. It was strange no matter what way you looked at it.