Post by James Davison on Jul 20, 2008 0:49:07 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Roaming The Fence
The bell rings and children begin to poore out of the doors and into the playground. The children, ranging from age six to eleven, all begin to seporate into their own groups of friends and begin to play with one another.
"Emily, what are you looking at?" asks a bouncy young girl between the ages ten and eleven.
"Oh, i was just looking at that boy over there, why is he all alone?" Emily ponders as she runs her fingers through her short raggidy hair.
"That kid?" sneers the bouncy child suddenly displaying a look of discust. "His name is James, nobody likes him, he's really wierd, he hardly has any friends and all he does is stand over their by the fence talking to himself."
"why doesn't anybody like him?" Emily says with a scence of pitty in her voice?
"I don't know, we just think he's wierd!" says the other as if this is the only needed explination.
"we should go tal..."
"NO!!! you'r not are friend if you talk to him!" shreeks the bouncy girl as if the boy had a terrible desize. "You cant talk to him, he is wierd and nobody likes him!"
"um.." emily mumbles as she hesitates to take the other girls word for it, "b..bu...but what if he's nice?" she timidly asks.
"He's not!" the girl screams as the others around them nod in agreement.
off in the distance, the boy in question, james, wanders alone, imagining himself being surrounded by friends, pacing the fence line.
"Why don't the others like me?" asks james as he ponders the empty space to his left. "I never done anything bad to dem!" he exclames as his heated conversation with the surounding space becomes more tence and a tear runs down the fair boys face. "I don't need them!" se shreeks as the bell begins to ring.
the small boy, after wiping the tears from hid face and runing his hand through his buzz-cut dirty blond hair, began his journy back to his classroom trodding along behind the other children. It was only once he reached the door that he realized that he was being followed.
"who are you?"
The bell rings and children begin to poore out of the doors and into the playground. The children, ranging from age six to eleven, all begin to seporate into their own groups of friends and begin to play with one another.
"Emily, what are you looking at?" asks a bouncy young girl between the ages ten and eleven.
"Oh, i was just looking at that boy over there, why is he all alone?" Emily ponders as she runs her fingers through her short raggidy hair.
"That kid?" sneers the bouncy child suddenly displaying a look of discust. "His name is James, nobody likes him, he's really wierd, he hardly has any friends and all he does is stand over their by the fence talking to himself."
"why doesn't anybody like him?" Emily says with a scence of pitty in her voice?
"I don't know, we just think he's wierd!" says the other as if this is the only needed explination.
"we should go tal..."
"NO!!! you'r not are friend if you talk to him!" shreeks the bouncy girl as if the boy had a terrible desize. "You cant talk to him, he is wierd and nobody likes him!"
"um.." emily mumbles as she hesitates to take the other girls word for it, "b..bu...but what if he's nice?" she timidly asks.
"He's not!" the girl screams as the others around them nod in agreement.
off in the distance, the boy in question, james, wanders alone, imagining himself being surrounded by friends, pacing the fence line.
"Why don't the others like me?" asks james as he ponders the empty space to his left. "I never done anything bad to dem!" he exclames as his heated conversation with the surounding space becomes more tence and a tear runs down the fair boys face. "I don't need them!" se shreeks as the bell begins to ring.
the small boy, after wiping the tears from hid face and runing his hand through his buzz-cut dirty blond hair, began his journy back to his classroom trodding along behind the other children. It was only once he reached the door that he realized that he was being followed.
"who are you?"