BE MEAN AND TELL ME WHATS WRONG

i wanted to end it with my friend giving her apple slices and him and her liking each other, which would be a slap in the face. but i didnt know how to go about doing it so i just quickly ended it. if you have any scenerios, holla

(my personal narrative)

I’m going to marry that girl. I was only in third grade but I knew that she was the one. I heard my dad talking to some woman that was staying with us at the time about her being the one. I saw the way they looked at each other. He called it love. That didn’t even come close to what I felt now-sitting behind my big flip top elementary school desk focused intently on the back of her head as she listened to Mrs. Kanthro explain times tables. Now that was one thing that I just couldn’t understand, with all them numbers, I knew when you had 3+3 that they equaled 6. So why was she keep saying 3 and 3 equaled 9? The teacher was probably just didn’t get to bed early enough. Shucks, I should teach the class. At least I wouldn’t give the students all the wrong answers. I guess I will never understand this “multiplication” as she called it, but what I did understand was that I loved Paige Michaela Evans. I could picture it now- her long brown hair blowing swiftly behind her white veil as she walked down the aisle into my arms, “I do.” She would say, “I do to…” I would respond. “You do too what Julian?” Kyle asked me. He was my best friend, we have know each other ever since I moved to New York when I was a baby, and for some reason, we had the same class every year, but I wasn’t complaining. He even sat next to me right now. “Nothing”, I responded slightly embarrassed I had let my little fantasy sequence bubble over into reality (as it hopefully soon would). “Well pay attention, before she calls on you.”, “Thanks.” I said in return. That was good ole’ Kyle always looking out for me, just like I always looked out for him. We were blood brothers-we’ve taken the oath and everything. We even lived a block away from each other. Nevertheless, I was going to die before I told him that I had a crush on a girl (cause that was gross) let alone Paige Evans, the prettiest, way-out-of-my-league-girl ever, with teasing sure to ignite (not like she would like him either, with his short blond hair and geeky Harry Potter glasses). I tried to listen a little longer to Mrs. Kathro’s lesson, but every time I almost got it, Paige would drop her pencil or swoosh her hair, or even simply moving was enough for me to have a mental thought collision. I wonder how long God is allowing his angel to be on earth before he calls for her to return. RINGRING ringring. Whoops, time for lunch. Oh yea, I was wondering what was growling. Kyle and I sprinted top speed with the rest of the kids out of the classroom towards the lunchroom. It was first come first serve ‘round here. As got to the cafeteria, it seemed like no matter what we did that we were destined to be back of the line, despite our rush. But that was ok. We waited along the long wall and talked about Kyle’s new Lego set, it was some build it yourself medieval castle. He loved them things. He also told me that his mom got him the new NOW 3 CD. Lucky. Today the line seemed to move faster than usual. We reached the lunch ladies in no time. What’s on the menu I wonder? Yesterday’s meatloaf is today’s sloppy Joes, YUM. Except their was something else as well. Apple Slices Day! For ten cents extra you could get a little pack of apple slices with caramel. And I just so happen to ask my poppa for a dime this morning. Except this was a special apple slices day. This wasn’t for me-don’t get me wrong I love apple slices just as good as the next 8 year old kid- but today I was on a mission. A mission of the highest priority and danger: to infiltrate the girls table, and win the love of my life over with a gift from the heart. “A dollar and ten please.” I paid happily, leading my friend to our normal table out of reflex. We all sat down, and started joking and mixing food, cause we were cool. I tried to stay in the background, psyching myself up for the task at hand. I was doing it- it was now or never. I stood up. My friends were talking to me…asking me something, all I heard were distant mumbles. I felt a little uneasy, like my legs were still being broken in, and begin to understand how the racing horses felt with those blinders on the sides of their eyes. I couldn’t see anything else-but her. Eventually I forced one foot in front of the other and in what felt like a few days walk, made it over their. By this time, everyone in the whole cafeteria had theirs eyes in my direction. The girls table all turned around to see what this tall, pale, goofy, red-headed kid was doing hovering behind them like Casper the creepy ghost. She was the last to look. I think she knew I had come for her. As she turned, my muscles began to tense up and I froze. They all had that girlish half-smirk on their face where you can’t tell if there are laughing at you or not. I still couldn’t speak. I almost forgot why I was there. Then I slowly began to lift my hands up in the form of a bowl, with the apples slices placed in the middle, much like giving an offering to a holy shrine. I looked her in the eyes and waited for her to take it. I was throwing myself into the wind and hoping that Paige would grab me and not let go. She didn’t. I was hoping that my actions were efficient enough, because I was pretty sure that I had gone mute. I stood there. Nothing happened. As the seconds ticked pass, I realized that she hated me, or so it seemed. She wasn’t accepting my offering. She began to slowly giggle, and that laugh only elevated as her friends joined in. So here I was in the middle of the cafeteria frozen like a retarded Greek statue, and being laughed at under these school fluorescent lights, which seemed to burn brighter and brighter with each additional laugh. I couldn’t take this anymore, I had to leave this place of torment. Like a rubber band being stretched out farther and farther, I had to be let go eventually-now was my time. I dropped the delicious fruit treats and watched them fall to the ground in slow motion and hit the floor like porcelain. Then I didn’t know what else to do, I couldn’t stand there, god knows I couldn’t talk her, so I did the only thing I knew how to do- I ran. I bolted out of the cafeteria as fast as my elementary school, Rugrat watching, child legs would take me. At first I didn’t even know where I was going, but when I came to I was outside on the recess playground, I took a moment to compose myself and gather my thoughts before I went off back to class. Mission: Success. As I walked back to the class all I could think was that she totally liked me; I was a total pimp.