My AWESOME story....READ IT! REPLY!!! *unfinished*

Maturity: CPR and subtle signs of affection (and swearing)
Fantasy: none


i know it's only half a chapter, but i have four chapters, and not even one fits! sooo sad!


I hopped up the steps of the bus, sitting in the seat just behind the bus driver. Hopefully, she wouldn’t miss my stop, like all the mentally ill drivers in Chicago. I occupied myself by looking at all the people getting on, all the people who’s bus I’d have to ride the rest of the year. Why did my mom have to move in the middle of the last quarter of the 9th grade school year?
The flow of students slowly stopped, and I was the only one left alone in a seat. I looked anxiously through the window, hoping for one more person, so they’d have to sit with me, and I’d have to talk to them. Bad enough to be the new kid, but to be all alone on the bus, in the front seat, alone, not good. Luckily, one more student was walking absently across the parking lot to this bus. She walked slowly up the steps, and I held my breath, waiting for someone to sit by. She tripped, falling next to me.
“Sorry” she mumbled, getting up. She looked around, realized this was the only open seat, and talked a little more. “Sorry, I guess I’ll have to sit here anyway.” She kept her head down, looking at her hands.
“S’no problem. I’m James.” Not knowing what else to do, I shoved my hand above her hands so she could see it. She shook my hand firmly, slowly lifting her head.
My breath caught. Her eyes were a shocking electric blue. My breathing sped up for some reason and the girl just waited. Not blue like those dead cold eyes you’d see on sharks or bad guys in a cheesy movie, but the kind all full of color and life. Still had that dangerous feeling about them though, like they could kill a person by looking at them. After a while, my breathing slowed down.
“I’m Angela; I don’t think I’ve met you.” Angela didn’t look away from my face when she spoke. A little creepy. When she finished, she looked back at her hands.
“Yeah, I’m new here. Just flew in from Chicago last night.” Chicago. I miss Chicago.
“Illinois must be nice. Different than here, definitely.” Definitely.
“You’ve never been there, have you?” stupid question, but still, she doesn’t seem like the type to go on vacations to boring places like Illinois. She did look like she went on a ton of vacations, though.
“No, not once. How’d you know?” Pretty obvious.
“Most people I know would’ve launched into a full-blown account of their experiences with a ‘foreign’ state by now.”
“Hmm, I’ve been to Japan, Russia, Poland, and Italy, do those count?” HOLY CRAP! Do those count? Yeah, if you’re some sort of drug dealer! I couldn’t help chuckling.
“Sure, I guess a foreign country would be an okay substitute.” Is she serious? Four countries, she’s visited, me: zip. Zero. None. Not one.
I guess it’d be better to cover up my gawking with some mocking. That always works. “What, no long stories about your travels?”
“Oh, its no big deal, I just go on a ton of vacations every summer. That’s pretty much it.” Every summer. I’ve lived in Chicago all my life! I raised an eyebrow. That’s always good at covering up emotions. The skeptical eyebrow-raise.
“No big deal? I’ve never been out of the state!” Not even out of Chicago.
“Besides Illinois, of course.” No, besides here. This boring little town called Belhaven. What kind of name is Belhaven?
“Of course. You know, I’ve always wanted to go to Venice.” Yes, my lifelong dream, never to be fulfilled.
“Italy? Yeah, that’s my favorite so far. I really liked the canals. And Rome. And Mt. Vesuvius.” So far. So far?! As in, she’s going to go other places? Mt. Vesuvius. That’s always been my 2nd choice. Rome was my 3rd. and here I am stuck in some boring town I’d never heard of before I moved here. Why couldn’t I have at least stayed in Chicago with my dad? Why did I offer to come here? Oh, right, Jamie. Stupid step-mom. Evil step-mom.
“You can really stop with the bragging. It doesn’t really help the fact that I’ve never been there.”
“Bragging? You want to hear bragging? Okay, let’s see…oh, the Russian Orthodox Church in Moscow, the Berlin wall, the Sydney Opera House…I could go on, would you like me to?” and she smiled. What is wrong with her? Wow, I have a temper. Never used to be like this. Better cool it down.
“No thanks, I’m fine. Its bad enough I’ve never been out of the country.” Or Chicago. Besides now.
“You’re loss.” My loss? Definitely.
I stopped talking, waiting for my anger to stop turning the world red. I occupied myself by staring out the window, waiting for the bus to stop at my house.
“Hey, I think this is my stop.” Angela got up and let me out, and I ran up the long driveway. Still too angry to face my mom—or my sister—I ran around the house to my little room made of the shed in the backyard. I dug my personal key out of my pocket and shoved it into the knob. Opening the door, I stepped in, still seeing red in big splotches. I opened the two windows and lay down on the bed. I watched the dust swirl around until the red went away.
Jumping up, I opened the nearest box of stuff, which now lined the walls. Boxes and boxes. Most of them weren’t even mine. This box was filled with a bunch of my old swimming trophies. Sighing, I set that box down and opened the next one. This one was filled with trophies, too. My sister’s stupid cheerleading trophies. Stupid cheerleaders. Stupid sister.
I spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon sorting through boxes, and I only found five that were mine. Eventually, the light stopped coming in through the windows, and I had to stop and go to bed. I had the weirdest dream. Everything was electric blue, and whenever I touched something, it turned red. I couldn’t stop touching things, the blue was so aggravating.
I woke up about 4 in the morning. BEAVER! time zones. I think.
I tried to close my eyes again, but all I could see is red. BEAVER! time zones. Getting up, I shoved boxes aside till I found one marked with an X. I sighed and closed my eyes. Opening the lid, I slowly opened my eyes and took out the brand new dark green swimming trunks my mom had gotten me cuz she hoped I’d actually use the swimming pool already set up and running in the backyard, just behind my little house-room. Why would anyone on the coast have a pool?
I slid the box back against the wall and changed into my trunks. Perfect fit. I flipped the switch on the pool lights, my mom had shown me everything about the house, even how to wire it. I could make it into a bomb if I wanted. We had the fertilizer.
Cannonball.
The water was deep enough so I didn’t hit the bottom, so I swam deeper to the floor of the pool. I don’t know why, but for some reason there was a pipe in the deepest corner of the pool. It was blocked off with metal bars, and just beneath the bars was a thick sheet of steel. Some sort of door? I mean like the kind of pipe you find under the roads to let the water through on rainy days. Why’d they have one in a pool?
I swam around the pool the rest of the morning, and when the pool lights shut off automatically, I jumped out of the water and ran back to my mini-house. Shutting the blinds quickly before my annoying older sister Jenni could see my wet hair and swim trunks; I dried off in a towel and changed into regular clothes. Thank god I have a bathroom in this little house of mine, it’s not like I’d wake up at only 6 in the morning to go inside and take a shower and come right back out to go back to sleep.

It's good.

OKAYYYY....SO HERE'S THE OTHER HALF....

I hid in my room the rest of the hour, waiting for my hair to dry. Then I realized something: I smell like chlorine.
Crap.
I took a quick shower, not even bothering to wash my hair, if the chlorine didn’t wash it, then going around and around in a pool at top speed would’ve. I stumbled out of the shower, hurrying to change back.
Crap all the crap on earth.
I’m late now.
Crappity-crap-crap.
I grabbed my bag, my first real day of school, because yesterday was just full of stupid forms and letters and my last class at the end of the day. I run out of my house, tripping over my feet, jumping the corner of my pool, running over the pavement of my sidewalk, and skidding to a stop, so I wouldn’t crash into my sister. I made it. For some reason--surely only all the crap in the world would know—I jumped up the steps, almost…eagerly. Freaky. Why’d I be eager for school?
Of course, I jumped too fast.
Crap.
CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!!
Guess who I fall into. Angela. The mysterious girl with the annoying blue in her eyes. CRAP. Or…not….I don’t know what happened inside me next, but something snapped, or grew into something, or both.
What the HEAVEN!?!
But all the sudden, something inside me made me focus on the moment right there, me lying across the seat, her pressed up against the wall of the bus.
What. The HEAVEN!?
“Sorry, guess I’ll have to sit here anyway.” I repeated the first words she said to me, first surprised I even remember them, and second, surprised by how satisfied with how perfect the words seemed.
The HEAVEN!?
“S’no problem, James.” She repeated the words I’d said, but different. Not just because she omitted the “I’m”, but something else.
The HEAVEN!?!
“Yeah, I was kinda in a rush to get on.”
“Chlorine? You went swimming?” she guessed it. How’d she guess it?
“Damn. I thought I got all the smell out. Yeah, I didn’t sleep too well.”
“Oh no, I just guessed. I noticed where you lived, and the circles under your eyes, dead giveaway.” She smiled, almost like an apology.
The HEAVEN!?!
“mmm. Okay, long as no one else can tell. I’m kinda trying to keep it sort of a secret.”
“Why?” she just sat there patiently, with those annoying blue eyes burning holes through mine.
THE HEAVEN!!!!
“Long story.” No way I’m going through the whole story of my life with a stranger with pretty blue eyes. Did I just say pretty?! Oh god! What has this world come to?!
THE HEAVEN!!?!?!?!
“I’ve got time.” She sat there still patient, eyes still staring at something on my face.
The HEAVEN!?
Thank god. The bus pulled up to some parking lot in front of the school I came to yesterday in my mom’s silver Shelby.
“I guess we don’t.”
“Raincheck.” She didn’t say this like a joke, she was all serious.
99% serious. And 1% curious. I think.
“Fine, but it’ll take a while to explain.”
“I’ve got the time.”
I got up and walked awkwardly off the bus, trying to remember what class I had first.
HEAVEN! it all.
I had to go to the office to get a schedule.
HEAVEN! it. Just HEAVEN! it.
Now I’ll have to walk around school carrying a map. A map. For a school!!
“You need that map? I could help you get to class just as easy.” I looked up. Some girl with dull green eyes and a funny nose was talking to me.
HEAVEN! her.
“Naw, I’m fine.” I rushed away, a little creeped out for some reason. Not at the girl, at me. Creepy…
Turns out, the school looks more like a spider web than a building for learning on a map. Confusing, but it gave easy access to wherever I had to go next. I spent the hour in English doodling random crap on a folder my mom got me cuz mine was pretty much dead. I think I killed it when I chucked my backpack at my friend Tim, who really got on my nerves. Not like the girl with the blue eyes. The blue was aggravating, but they didn’t make me wanna chuck a cereal bar at someone’s head. They made me feel…weird. Just….weird. I don’t know how to explain it.
Then came Math. I doodled through that, too. Since it was so late in the year, the teachers didn’t give me any assignments; they thought I wouldn’t be able to understand them. They were wrong. I did most of the stuff they were doing last year. Problem is, I didn’t understand myself. Just how I was feeling? I’ve never felt it before, so I guess I couldn’t really explain it. And just like that, there went math.
Next up: history. My best subject. My favorite subject. History. My dad, a historian, whatever that is, made me read all about history when I was growing up. He started me with the early years of time, so as I grew up, so did the world. I now associate things in history with things in my life. Ancient Egypt was potty training.
The teacher in History wasn’t so bad. I walk in, and the first thing he does is say “hey, you must be James. Just sit wherever; I’ll make my students move. We’re switching seats today anyway.” I think I’m going to like the world all over again.
I chose a seat in the way back, where no one else was sitting down. I started doodling again, but I got bored. Two hours of doing the same thing does that. I watched the people come in, mostly in groups, until the only seat left in the room was the one next to me. Thank the lord. A desk to myself.
And then she walked in. I felt my mouth fall open, and the seat I was sitting in got real cold, real fast.
HEAVEN!.
Yes.
What?
HEAVEN!!
No, yes!
HEAVEN!!!
YES!
What is wrong with me!?!?! I don’t know. That’s it. I don’t know. She hands the teacher, now named as Mr. Barker, some sort of slip, and looks around the room.
Her eyes meet mine.
The seat gets colder.
I get warmer.
I start tingling.
WHAT THE HEAVEN! IS WRONG WITH ME?!!
She walks down the aisles and sits down only two feet away. The tingling gets stronger.
HEAVEN!!
I try to focus on Mr. M the rest of the time, but then he ends his speech and calls out “Free time!” what the HEAVEN!!! Does he think we’re kindergarteners?! Then all the sudden Angela turns to look at me and the tingling starts again.
THE HEAVEN! WITH HER!!
“Raincheck.” She reminded me.
HEAVEN! it all.
I sighed. Whatever went on in this crazy school, I’d still have to tell her my long story. If I were on fire, she’d still have me tell it. Or laugh till it burns me to one of those ugly black potato chips you find in cheap food.
“Fine. Okay, I lived in Chicago, right?” I didn’t wait for her to answer. “So my dad and my mom always took me swimming in the lake. And I loved it. Till I got real good. My parents made me try out for the swim team, and I was top of my class. So I just kept swimming, and my parents kept getting the prize money I earned. One night I was just getting out of the shower to get the chlorine out of my hair, and I hear this yelling. So I sneak out the hall and leave the water on, just in case. My mom’s standing by the door, with the car keys in her hand. Dad’s standing straight up with his hands clenched into fists and the veins in his forehead and neck popping out. Jenni was at her friends, so I didn’t have to worry about her telling on me.
“So then mom leaves, with dad still standing there with his eyes closed, mumbling something like “she’ll be back” to himself. So I was so upset by what just happened, I broke all the fancy trophies I had and all the medals got thrown out the window. I tore up my swim trunks with a pocket knife I’d stolen from the cupboard. I don’t really like to swim anymore. They divorced because of me. Dad even had to go see a therapist cuz he was ready to jump off the roof. So I ruined their lives, Jenni’s, my friend’s, and mine all because I like to swim. There, happy now? Raincheck done.”
The entire time I was talking, she was just looking at me, now with curiosity winning at 60% and serious losing at 40.
“So why do you swim now?”
“It’s always just been there. You know, that urge to just go swim and wash away everything else but the blue water.” Water that, in the right light, turned the same shade as her eyes. She nodded like she understood, and asked another question.
“Did your mother ever come back?”
“No. I moved here with her cuz I didn’t want to spend time around dad’s young new wife. No, LETTUCE!. Hoe. Bitch.” And more…
“So you don’t like her then.” She just smiled understandingly. There is no way she could understand.
“Nope.” I started doodling on my folder again.
“It’s not your fault.”
“What?”
“It’s not your fault. For your parent’s divorce.”
“Last time I checked, it was.” I was too WEREWOLFED! at my new “stepmom” to care if my attitude WEREWOLFED! her off, too. Way too WEREWOLFED!. But the girl with the blue eyes just shook her head.
Serious: 100%. Curiosity: zip.
“You can’t blame yourself for doing what you love to do. It’s not your fault your parents didn’t work out. You can’t blame yourself. Don’t.” I really wanted to believe her. I really wanted to blame all those lonely years on my parents. On anyone other than me. And I wanted to badly. All because she told me to. And just like that, snap, I didn’t. It all made sense. I love to swim, my parents hate each other. So what?
“Thanks.” I mumbled, looking at the doodles I destroyed my new folder with.
“What? Why?” I don’t know.
“Just, thanks. I really needed that.”
“Okay then, you’re welcome?” she looked at me cautiously. Serious: 9%, curiosity: still zip, mocking: 90%.
Understanding: 1.
Yeah, I had to admit, she had that crazy look in her blue eyes like she understood. Just barely.
I had to stop destroying my folder and pay attention to what Mr. Barker was saying, something about re-covering Ancient Egypt. My favorite, too.

AND THEN HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER.....

Chapter two….
Next came lunch, and I spent that in Mr. Barker’s room studying all the thick books on a huge bookshelf lined up against one wall. He came up every once in a while to ask me how to explain He came up every once in a while to ask me how to explain stuff ranging from locust swarms or major hurricanes. Other than that, I spent my time picking every book on history I hadn’t already read out of the shelves that reached to the ceiling.
I walked to gym, now carrying a huge set of books, which I dropped off at my new locker. Of course, we were taking a surprise trip to the community pool. Just my luck. The coach, who looked more like a pro wrestler, told me she’d drop me off by my house to get a swimsuit and get back on the bug-like bus to go to the pool. She also told me to call her Mrs. Hogan. More like Mrs. Hulk. I think I’ll stick to Coach.
I climbed up the bus last, cuz Coach made me do 20 push-ups as a “test”. So I sat in the front again, hoping nobody’d sit by me this time. Nobody did.
The bus drove all the way to my house, and I ran off the bus, jumped the fence, unlocked and opened the doors to my house and grabbed the still wet swim trunks I’d left on the floor. Vaulting the gate at a full-out run, I hurried up the bus and sat back down, stuffing them in my gym bag.
The bus pulled up at some sort of building. We got out and went through the glass doors, where there were a ton of other doors with signs on them. Fitness, Relax, Jacuzzi, Billiards, mini-golf, family room, kitchen, and so on. For such a small town, Belhaven must have a lot of money stored up in some secret bank vault. At the very end of the “hall,” there was a set of double doors that said Pool, so Coach lead us through it and directed the guys to their locker rooms, girls to the other one.
I switched into my swim trunks before most of the other guys had even gotten in, so I stuffed my stuff into a locker and ran out. Coach came in front of me and directed me to dive off first. There was a huge diving board right ahead of me, so I scrambled up and dived down, somersaulting and then diving headfirst into the cold water. I haven’t had a good dive in a few years; I’m surprised I remember how. I resurfaced as soon as my lungs started burning, which must’ve been after a minute or two, because Coach was kneeling around squinting into the water from the end of the diving board.
When coach saw me, the first thing she said was “Exceptional! Swim team?” I shook my head. No way I’m going through that phase again. I swiveled around and the other students had some out, but most were eyeing the diving board with fear from the shallow end of the pool.
Plunk….Plunk….Plunk….
I turned just in time to see someone jump off the diving board, spinning and swiveling into the water. Somehow, she managed to come back up after a dive like that.
“Hey, James, that was a real impressive dive you did! It took me years to master the one I just did!”
How’d she know my name? I squinted at her, trying to figure out if I knew her. Her hair was covering her face, so I couldn’t see anything more than straight dark brown hair.
“Yeah, okay.” I kept squinting at her, and eventually she reached up one hand to pull away her hair from her face.
My breath caught.
It felt like I was going deeper and deeper into the water, but I hadn’t moved an inch. In fact, I was starting to float.
When she moved her hair from her face, I realized how she’d known my name. Angela, the girl with the blue eyes, was now looking at me. Now that she was in the water, there was no Seriousness, or Curiosity, or Sincerity, just something else. Something like a degree of happiness. So, Happiness now winning at 90%, (10% Carefree), she seemed like a different person. Like the water transformed her.
“So, you like to dive, too?”
“Huh, oh, yeah, okay.” I was still trying to figure out why she seemed so different. Sure, her hair was straight, not it’s loose curliness like before, and it was a little darker, but nothing too out-of-the-ordinary.
Then I realized it. Her eyes. Last time I saw them, they were an aggravatingly bright electric blue. Now in the water, they were a deep, royal blue. Black was circling the fringes of her now dark blue irises, making them look even more different than the last time. But why? The only difference in the two times was the fact that now we were in the water. No way water could make such a difference.
“So, you going to just float there? Or are you going to dive some more?”
“Oh, right.” I swam to the edge and pulled myself out, with her following.
My breath caught.
She was wearing a full one-piece bathing suit, and it was the exact shade of her previously electric blue eyes. Not only the color, but it fit her figure snugly, making her look like a swimming champion. And then me, looking like a retired swimming champion. I climbed up the ladder to the board, and she climbed up the one next to me.
One. Two. Three.
We both jumped at the same moment, and I did a triple flip followed by a quick spin, which, somehow, she copied at the same time. We landed at the same time, too, and when I resurfaced, I could see the patterns from our splashes. The preppy-looking girls sitting in beach chairs against the wall were soaked, so it must’ve been a pretty big splash. That I didn’t mind.
I took another breath and went under, and then, I realized Angela hadn’t come up yet. I looked around, finally going deeper against the bottom (a good 15 feet) and turning around.
I had just turned to face behind me, and if I were breathing, my breath would’ve caught again. Angela was standing right behind me, but that wasn’t really a surprise. The real surprise was this:
First, her eyes were back to that real electric blue.
Second, her brown hair was floating around her face, framing it perfectly. She looked like an angel.
Third, well, she looked even more like a champion underwater. Like this was her domain.
So we just stood there, facing each other on the bottom of a pool, with her smiling and me staring at her like an idiot. She was an angel and a champion, and I was a retard and wannabe. What a simply delightful combination. Combination….
And all the sudden my lungs were bursting. I pushed off the floor, gliding up through the water to the surface. It all seemed so bright, not when I was standing on the bottom of a pool with an angel.
Angela surfaced now, not bothering to take a big gulp of air, or try to blink the light out of her eyes, like I did. The only thing that happened was with her eyes. They had been an electric blue, but now, the dark blue was pushing up around the edges, changing the shade from light to dark.
“So, you can hold your breath long, too. That took me quite a few years to get to.”
“Oh, yeah, pretty much living in water does that to a person.”
She frowned, then changed the subject. “So, how fast can you swim?”
“Umm, I don’t really know, I’ve never really timed myself.”
“Race you. One end to the other and back.”
“You’re on.”
We backed up to the edge of the pool, which left a good 50 feet across the pool, and then 50 back.
“Aaand….Go.” we shot off the wall, with her gliding gracefully and me shoving the water aside. I kept my head down the rest of the way, so I didn’t see any more than that.
Suddenly, my head hit a wall, and I couldn’t breath. That was fast, if we’d finished. I looked up, and then behind me. I had reached the end, but Angela wasn’t behind or next to me. Next to me…
“I win!” I spun around, and Angela was sitting on the floor right in front of me. She was smiling, and now she looked even more like an angel than before.
Joy: 100%.
Angel: 1,000,000%
I couldn’t breathe. And then I was bobbing up and down in the water, just like earlier.
“So are you just going to float there? Or are you going to dive some more?”
“Oh, right.” I pulled myself out of the pool, still in some sort of a trance. I slipped, falling onto Angela.
It was like falling into a snow bank. Her skin was smooth and soft, but it was ice cold, like she’d been in Antarctica the last few days.
“Oh, sorry.” I backed up quickly, forgetting everything but the strong tingling now all over me.
I forgot, there was pool behind me. I fell in, luckily the water was deep enough I didn’t crack my head open, but I was so surprised I didn’t have time to breath in, falling onto Angela had already knocked the breath out of me in the first place.
Everything started to fade around the edges, and I was still in shock, of Angela or falling in, or both.
And then everything went that electric blue.
And then I could feel something cold pressing up against my mouth.
And then the blue faded away, and I blinked a few times, trying to see clearly.
The fog was gone, but everything was spinning.
I was tingling all over now, for some reason.
“Angela?” I said that, because one, I wasn’t thinking right, and I didn’t have time to stop from saying the first thing that came to my mind.
And second, Angela was the first thing that came to my mind. Don’t ask why.
“Yes, what?”
“Angela.” I breathed, and to me I sounded relived. Maybe I sounded like that to Angela, too.
Everything came back, falling, tingling, stepping back, falling again, letting everything slip from my vision, then the pressure against my lips…
Lips….
Wait….
HOLY….
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD….
For the love of Angels….
WHAT THE….
Mouth-to-mouth….
Was I really that close to slipping away? That she had to give me the kiss of life? Is that so bad?
I touched my lips, which were still tingling, and the spinning slowed down.
“Angela?” she laughed, and the spinning got faster.
“Yes…are you okay? You don’t seem like it.”
“Angela?” I repeated. Still don’t know why.
“All right, time to get you to the hospital.” She sighed. I sighed.
“Wait, Angela, what happened?” I started to think something else besides Angela, thankfully, and those words came out too.
“You fell in, and I had to restart your breathing.”
“Oh, that makes sense.” The spinning stopped all the sudden, and Angela was sitting right next to me, and I was on the floor, my arm dangling over the pool. She had a hand on my forehead, and one on my neck, I guess checking my pulse.
“Yeah, I guess it does.” She laughed again. I sat up on one elbow, and she pushed me back down. “Really, are you okay? You were out for over two minutes.
“Really? That long? Huh. Didn’t seem that long.”
“Well, I guess your just lucky, then.” Lucky, indeed. “Another minute and you would’ve lost some brains.” Oh, right….
“Well, I guess I’m lucky you were there, then.” She laughed again, and I laughed with her.
“So, you’re not hurt, or anything?”
“Hurt? No.” a little dizzy, though. And I’m having strange tingling fits.
“Good, that’s one less trip to the ER.” She sighed again, this time with relief. “So, still want to swim?” I sat up again, and this time, she didn’t stop me, but she took away her hands.
“No, I think I’d go back under.” This was true, because when I sat up, everything spun again.
“Right, well, then, umm, I guess you could go back and change, if you want.”
“Right, well, bye?”
“Bye.” She helped me stand, and I walked back into the boy’s locker room, swaying a little.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER! YOU CAN TELL WHY!

twilighter3000 wrote:Aww, I was all set to read it when I figured out I already did! lol! Just post the other chapters, half by half of each one! Like just type in the little box like you're posting, and copy and paste your story!

WOW, POOOR YOU! COURSE, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO RECCOMENEDED FOR ME TO PUT IT ON THIS SITE, SOOO....

AND THEN HERE'S CHAPTER 3....

Chapter Three….
“Okay, everyone back on the bus!” Coach blew a whistle, and everyone scrambled out of the pool. The whistle made me scramble a little, too. I had been watching Angela do flips and dives off the diving board, it made me in some sort of a trance.
I got on the bus, sitting in the very back seat, while Angela sat in the front.
“Hey, I’m Bobby, that’s my seat.”
“Hey, I’m James, and I don’t care.”
“Nice.” He mumbled, then sat across the aisle from me.
“So you were diving with Angela earlier. That’s pretty impressive.”
“How’s it impressive?”
“Angela.”
“Yeah, that’s her name, what about it?” I was starting to get real annoyed. Where was a cereal bar when I needed one?”
“Umm, she’s kinda the best there is. Captain of the Swim team. Champ from her old hometown.”
“Yeah, that’s nice. Still don’t care.”
“Naw, you don’t get it. Everybody wants a claim on her, and then some new kid comes up and cuts in line. That’s not really how it goes. And I was next in line, too.”
“WHAT?! YOU’RE TAKING DIBS ON ANGELA?! THAT IS SO WRONG!” now I really needed a cereal bar.
“Yo, dude, calm down. It’s just a girl. And yeah, I had dibs, so get in back of the line.”
“You—“ I had to work to control my breathing now. “You—you called—dibs—on—on an –angel like—Angela.”
“Yep. What of it? You just gonna steal her? And I was making progress too, so you’d better back off.”
“You—how—but—wait—what progress?” now I was really curious.
“I’m on stage 3, that’s talking to her on a regular basis.” Okay, I couldn’t help it, I laughed. I laughed hard.
“If—if that’s your step—three—then—I—must be on—step—30!” I was shaking with laughter now.
“WHAT?! I’ve been working on her for years, man! How’d you get to step 30?!”
“Has she given you CPR??”
“Umm, no…HOLY crap! HOW’D YOU GET A KISS OUT OF THAT GIRL?!”
“Okay, first of all, her name is Angela. As in, ANGEL—GRADE A. And kinda slipped getting out of the pool and fell into her, then I backed up and fell into the pool. Stayed down there for at least two minutes.” ANGEL—GRADE A…
“Damn, kid! You must really have some set of skills! Well, there goes my dibs, you’ve earned her!”
“Okay, enough with the dibs. Nobody’s calling dibs on Angela! She’s a really great person, not some trophy!”
“Sheesh! You gotta be real mental to give up a catch like Angela Moretti!”
“Okay, she’s not some fish, either!”
“Don’t give in much, do ya? Hmm…” he looked at me and put his hand on his chin, like he was thinking something over. WHERE IS THAT CEREAL BAR?! “Allright, you’re good. I’m Bobby Oliver, which makes you that James Russo kid. I’d be willing to take you under my wing, if you want.”
“Are you offering me tutoring or something?”
“Naw, kid, I wanna help you get the feel of the school, and you’ve got some real talent, that could come useful, youknow.”
“That’s great; sure, I’d like to follow you around like a puppy dog.”
“Deal. Meet me tomorrow at the skate park at 10.”
“Deal.” We spit and shook on it, and then the bus pulled up in front of school, and I ran to art.
The art teacher--Mrs. Spence--made us doodle a bunch of lines on a sheet of paper and find shapes or letters inside them and outline them in black pen. This is what mine looked like:
*SEE PICTURE*

I swear, yeah, I swear, I didn’t see it till ANGELA MORETTI was staring me in the face. There were other things, like some candy corn, a giant burrito, and a PB&J sammich, but that’s cuz I never ate lunch.
I threw out the paper and started a new one. The new one wasn’t nearly as cool, but at least it didn’t have Angela on it.
I handed in the paper and grabbed all the books from my locker, then walked down to the bus garage. Like yesterday, I was the first one on the bus, but I sat in the middle seats, near the emergency exits.
The bus finally moved, and when it got to my mom’s house, I jumped out and ran over the fence. Before I even got to my house, I was already taking off my shirt. Grabbing my swim trunks out of my gym bag, I pulled them on and dived into my pool.
I’d only have a few hours till Jenni got home from stupid cheerleading, and a few more till mom got home from work.
I stayed in the pool till I could see Jenni’s headlights, and I shut off the pool lights and ran to turn the ones in my house on. If I was lucky, she wouldn’t bother me.
She didn’t, she went straight to her room and dialed some stupid person’s number. They must be stupid, to give Jenni their number.
The window was open, so I could her say “hey, Braddy, wanna come over tonight? My mom has the late shift and my little brother has his own little space in the backyard, he won’t bother us.” Blech.
Won’t bother Jenni and her new boyfriend? And we just moved here, too. No way am I giving up on this opportunity!
I climbed out of the pool and took my daily shower, then waited in the bushes till there was another flash of headlights. A tall dude with beach-blond hair walked up our driveway, and Jenni looked like she was ready to run and fling her arms around him. They walked into the house together, with her in front of him, so she didn’t see the arm he had floating just behind her, like he wanted to wrap his arms around her, too. Blech.
I waited a little and then followed them. They were sitting on the couch, watching the baseball game. Brad wasn’t watching it, though. Blech.
I grabbed the nearest bag of chips and went into the living room. Neither of them noticed me, so I opened the bag as noisily as I could. Brad and Jenni looked up, and Jenni looked real upset.
“Hey, I wanted to watch the game.” I settled myself in between the two idiots, and tried to keep my eyes on the TV. I kept glancing at either of them, though. Jenni was sitting straight up, and she looked like she was ready to eat me. Brad was glaring at me through the corner of his eye, and he was trying to focus on the game, too.
I tried to keep my casual pose, but eventually I gave up on ruining their night. Brad, if he’s smart, will leave soon.
I left the living room, and Jenni relaxed immediately. Both of the idiots settled back down into the couch, and I went back to swimming.
Why does Jenni have to be so much more popular than me? Yeah, I have to admit it, she’s got guys twisted all around her finger, and she just plays with them all day. She might be an idiot, but she gets pretty okay grades, and she’s always flanked by a few guys. So yeah, I guess I’m jealous of Jenni.
There was another flash of headlights, and I could tell Brad left. Jenni went back into her room, and a little later mom pulled up in the driveway.
I got out. Jenni might be really stupid and not even care to look out her window, but mom was. For a brief moment I considered telling mom about Braddy.
Blech.

SORRY ABOUT THE PICTURE THING, I CANT REALLY LOAD IT TO MY COMPUTER WHAT WITH THE LIMITED RECOURCES I HAVE....

ummm, here's the thing, i havent posted the 4ht chapter yet!

Great job!

However, please don't post in all caps.

oh. right. sorry. i kinda forget i have the caps lock on sometimes...

That's okay! I do that too sometimes. XD

Nice job!