Post by [...whatsername3...] on Oct 17, 2005 18:19:52 GMT -5
Just a note.. this is my first fanfic (well first fanfic that is actually something SEMI- good..), but I hope you guys like it... This is only the first two parts (the only stuff I have written), but I hope I don't get severe writer's block and want to stop the story..... So.. Here it is!
Part 1: in which the main character spends $1.75, then gets pushed by some jerk
This year was gonna suck. I mean, I kind of knew that from the day I had found out we were moving, but my suspicions had just been confirmed. Confirmed by the one-dollar-and-seventy-five-cent lunch that had splattered all over my perfectly broken-in green Converse, tight-but-not-grossly-tight black Dickies, and faded Ramones shirt.
"Oh..oh geez, I'm sorry," said the guy who I had ran into, right in the middle of Pinole Valley High. I looked up at his face, and realized he really did look guilty.
"Look...its not.. it wasn't your fault."
"No..really...I'm sorry for just running into you like that... I-I-Well, I'm Mike."
I thought about telling him, again, that it wasn't his fault for running into me like that and ruining my favorite outfit, but something in his voice made me want to introduce myself back.
"I'm--" I began to say, but the stupid bell cut me off. Mike laughed. I pulled my schedule out of my pocket to see what class I was going to next, but some jerk ran into me, yelling something that sounded like "train!". Being the klutz that I am, I lost my balance. I would've fell on my face, right in the middle of the cafeteria, but instead, I feel right into Mike's arms.
"I'm Navy".
Part Two: in which Billie gets yelled at, then gets assigned homework
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BILLIE'S POV (Point of View)
"So, therefore, x equals negative 75," concluded Mr. Conack. I yawned. Loudly. Apparently too loudly. "Well, Mr. Armstrong. I'm sorry that this class does not involve guitars and song-writing and that junk you like to call 'music', but you will have to pay attention if you intend on graduating. This class is mandatory."
"I'm sorry...what is this class again?" I asked. One girl chuckled. I gave her a look.
"Algebra, Mr. Armstrong. Alge--" but he was cut off by a loud knocking on the wooden classroom door. He swiftly opened it, and in walked Mike. Mike? I thought. Oh yeah.. I had been wondering where he was. But he wasn't alone. In behind walked a girl. A beautiful girl. A new girl, since I hadn't seen her before and I had dated pretty much every girl in this whole dang school. "Ahh, Miss Rynovich. Welcome. Alright, there seems to be an open seat next to Mr. Armstrong. Maybe you will be able to get him to think about something besides his music." She nodded, and then I looked over at Mike. I hunched my eyebrows together as if to silently ask "", but he just shook his head slightly from side to side, and took his usual seat behind me. The girl that had walked in with Mike sat down behind me, and I waited until Mr. Conack had returned to his lecture on today's assignment, then I tapped her on the arm.
"Are you any good at Algebra?" I asked her. She laughed.
"I guess you could say that. But I'm not just going to hand off my answers."
"Why???" I begged her. "Please? I could really use the help in graduating, Miss Rynovich."
"My name's Navy." She ignored the fact that I still was wanting her help.
"Like the jeans?" I inquired. She winced.
"I try to ignore that." The annoying bell rang, signaling the end of torture hour---also known as Algebra.
"Alright class," began Mr. Conack. "Do the 30 problems in your book concerning polynomials for homework."
"Navy!" I said, catching up with her as she began to leave the room.
"Yeah?"
"What's a polynomial?"
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-I hope you enjoyed it.. I know it was kind of short, but I've never been good at writing long things... Please post back and let me know what you thought! I don't care if you say it was bad, just please let me know what I could do to make it better.. I'll try to get Part 3 up as soon as I write it.[/size]
Part 1: in which the main character spends $1.75, then gets pushed by some jerk
This year was gonna suck. I mean, I kind of knew that from the day I had found out we were moving, but my suspicions had just been confirmed. Confirmed by the one-dollar-and-seventy-five-cent lunch that had splattered all over my perfectly broken-in green Converse, tight-but-not-grossly-tight black Dickies, and faded Ramones shirt.
"Oh..oh geez, I'm sorry," said the guy who I had ran into, right in the middle of Pinole Valley High. I looked up at his face, and realized he really did look guilty.
"Look...its not.. it wasn't your fault."
"No..really...I'm sorry for just running into you like that... I-I-Well, I'm Mike."
I thought about telling him, again, that it wasn't his fault for running into me like that and ruining my favorite outfit, but something in his voice made me want to introduce myself back.
"I'm--" I began to say, but the stupid bell cut me off. Mike laughed. I pulled my schedule out of my pocket to see what class I was going to next, but some jerk ran into me, yelling something that sounded like "train!". Being the klutz that I am, I lost my balance. I would've fell on my face, right in the middle of the cafeteria, but instead, I feel right into Mike's arms.
"I'm Navy".
Part Two: in which Billie gets yelled at, then gets assigned homework
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BILLIE'S POV (Point of View)
"So, therefore, x equals negative 75," concluded Mr. Conack. I yawned. Loudly. Apparently too loudly. "Well, Mr. Armstrong. I'm sorry that this class does not involve guitars and song-writing and that junk you like to call 'music', but you will have to pay attention if you intend on graduating. This class is mandatory."
"I'm sorry...what is this class again?" I asked. One girl chuckled. I gave her a look.
"Algebra, Mr. Armstrong. Alge--" but he was cut off by a loud knocking on the wooden classroom door. He swiftly opened it, and in walked Mike. Mike? I thought. Oh yeah.. I had been wondering where he was. But he wasn't alone. In behind walked a girl. A beautiful girl. A new girl, since I hadn't seen her before and I had dated pretty much every girl in this whole dang school. "Ahh, Miss Rynovich. Welcome. Alright, there seems to be an open seat next to Mr. Armstrong. Maybe you will be able to get him to think about something besides his music." She nodded, and then I looked over at Mike. I hunched my eyebrows together as if to silently ask "", but he just shook his head slightly from side to side, and took his usual seat behind me. The girl that had walked in with Mike sat down behind me, and I waited until Mr. Conack had returned to his lecture on today's assignment, then I tapped her on the arm.
"Are you any good at Algebra?" I asked her. She laughed.
"I guess you could say that. But I'm not just going to hand off my answers."
"Why???" I begged her. "Please? I could really use the help in graduating, Miss Rynovich."
"My name's Navy." She ignored the fact that I still was wanting her help.
"Like the jeans?" I inquired. She winced.
"I try to ignore that." The annoying bell rang, signaling the end of torture hour---also known as Algebra.
"Alright class," began Mr. Conack. "Do the 30 problems in your book concerning polynomials for homework."
"Navy!" I said, catching up with her as she began to leave the room.
"Yeah?"
"What's a polynomial?"
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-I hope you enjoyed it.. I know it was kind of short, but I've never been good at writing long things... Please post back and let me know what you thought! I don't care if you say it was bad, just please let me know what I could do to make it better.. I'll try to get Part 3 up as soon as I write it.[/size]