Feathers ~A story I'm writing~

cqpkytty • 18 November 2012 at 2:58 PM

Read this and share your opinion please 😊

She was the most reticent girl in school. She never raised her hand in class or gave more than a murmured answer when asked a question and even that would be given sparingly. When you talked to her, her eyes never left her shoes. She was a year younger than me - she was 12 - but she had skipped a grade, so she was an eighth grader like me. I wasn't quite sure what her name was; even though she was in most of my classes, I was usually not paying attention during roll. Why should I? Roll was boring. It was like, "Bob?" "Here." "Bobette?" "Here." And on, and on, and on for everyone in the class. Well, I think her name started with a J? I dunno.
"ALEXANDRA SMITH." Mr. Peterson repeated yet again, breaking me out of my train of thought. "ARE. YOU. HERE. TODAY." he nearly shouted, glaring at me, his patience worn through.
I met his gaze. "No, I'm not here. I'm at home, sleeping in. What you're looking at is a hologram," I said in all perfect seriousness.
Pretty much everyone in the class laughed at that. I even saw a small smile on what's-her-name's face. I grinned mischievously as I came up with something even better. "Actually, the me at home is a hologram too. I'm actually flying around Hogwarts with a wizard on my back."
The class laughed louder and even Mr. Peterson couldn't help smiling a bit, for all he was ticked off at me. "Well, Alexandra Hippogriff -"
"Xandra Hippogriff if you please," I interrupted. Xandra was a stupid name.

~will continue~

spirithawk • 18 November 2012 at 3:17 PM

@cqpkytty *clap clap* I like this. 😊

cqpkytty • 18 November 2012 at 3:29 PM

@spirithawk
Thanks! 😃

"Well then." He continued with the roll. After he had called everyone's names - nobody was absent today - he called out "Xandra Hippogriff's hologram," and everyone burst into laughter. "Here!" I cheerfully shouted over the noise. Mr. Peterson looked at me, suddenly serious. "See me after class."
"Sure thing!" Whoops. Maybe I had pushed him a bit too far.
He stood up and tapped his pointer on the board. "Today we will be learning about the Battle of Saratoga. Get out binder paper and prepare it for Cornell notes. And make sure you are thorough and include a summary at the end of each page; I expect a three-page report, using the information you wrote down today and only that information, by Friday. And remember: size twelve, standard font, and either one and a half or double-spaced. I cannot stress that enough, because apparently most of the class forgets at least half the time."
After class, I walked up to his desk. "Yeah?"
His eyes met mine and a small, fleeting, wry smile crossed his face for a moment, then was replaced with a serious expression. "Although I must admit you have a good sense of humor, that was entirely inappropriate for class. Detention today after school, and next time please try to leave your jokes at the door."
I nodded without a word and left the classroom, the door swinging shut behind me.

~will continue~

purrclan • 5 December 2012 at 11:01 AM

I walked through the hallways, only stopping to put my History stuff in my locker, then continuing to P.E. Anyway, yeah. She's really quiet. She never raises her hand, and if the teacher calls on her anyway, she'll just murmur something softly and whoever's sitting next to her has to say it louder, so the teacher can actually hear her. She always gets it right, though. She's smart. In the Advanced Algebra class, even. What is that, ninth, tenth grade if you stay at grade level? Ninth, I think. So, I would be learning what she's learning right now in math, next year. But, I'm a lot more popular than she is, so that's OK. I mean, I'm not like a "popular girl" or anything, I'm not really in a clique, it's just that one, I make a lot of jokes in class that people think are funny, and two, she's not very talkative. Actually that's an understatement. Although I guess that's kinda obvious from what I've already said...
So. Yeah.

cqpkytty • 5 December 2012 at 11:04 AM

I got to P.E. and grinned almost before I walked in. I only needed to hear the groans from the other students to know what we were playing today. Dodgeball. Besides, even if I had been deaf, I would have known as soon as I saw all the colorful foam-ish - or...whatever they're made of...you know, the squishy balls that are like, red, and yellow, and all different colors, and get all wrinkly when you squeeze them - all the colorful foam balls scattered around the big gym, and the line of blue tape dividing the glossy wooden floor in half. I already knew my strategy: switch sides every time I hit someone. Or at least for as long as there was still enough people who weren't out so it wouldn't be noticed. Sure, some people might call that cheating or unfair or something like that, but it was really the exact opposite of unfair. I mean, I was undefeated since what, fifth, sixth grade? It was only fair to the other side to help them half the time. Otherwise my team would win in like, a minute. No joke. I don't exactly get the best grades in P.E. overall, but if it was all dodgeball, I would get like a A+++. And everyone else knew it, people weren't mad at me or anything. You'd think the people on my team would be, since I'm helping the enemy or whatever, but it's OK with them because next time they might be on the team against mine instead. I smiled mischievously as I picked up a yellow ball and squished it, air wheezing out of the small hole in the wrinkling ball. This was going to be fun.

Deleted • 5 December 2012 at 10:58 PM

This is a really good story @cqpkytty