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Chapter 15: I Reckon My Story Is Going To Win This Competition!
Today is Friday and I think I should start working on my science project soon because the due date is getting closer and closer as the days pass, but I am more worried about the Scary Story Competition. I need to win this competition to finally win over Jane, and if I don’t, well, then I won’t have much of a chance at winning over Jane. Oh, Jane, how I wish you knew how I truly felt about you! I know you read my navy blue notebook that I kept around in sixth grade, but I did not write all my thoughts about you because I was scared at times that someone might find the notebook and spread the word about me liking Jane.
I am in my house right now, thinking about whether or not to edit my story. Of course I know I turned it in already, but I can still remember the important parts of my story, and I think I might tell more about the main character’s past. But I find it extremely hard to work in extra chapters after you finished writing the story, because then you have to mention something happening in the past! Like if you had two characters named Santiago and Bert, and they both hated each other deeply throughout the whole story, and you finished the story with them hating each other, but then you added a new chapter with them becoming friends, then you have to go to all the chapters after that chapter and edit out all the parts about them hating each other! I find it extremely agitating, but hey, every job is hard, or else they wouldn’t call it “work,” right?
I start to hear my phone ringing. I try to find my phone, but it is on my desk in my room, and my desk in my room is covered in papers that I don’t even need. I practically delve into the papers to look for the phone, and then I feel something that felt harder than what a paper would feel like, so I knew it was my phone. I turned on the “talk button” on my phone which would allow the person who is calling me to speak, but I guess the person must have hung up because I can hear that irritating beeping that you always hear when someone hangs up on you. Man, is that annoying or what?
“Josh, who is on the phone?” my mother calls down from the first floor of our house.
“No one, mom,” I practically scream back. I didn’t scream because I was mad, I just wanted her to hear me. To make sure she did not get mad me, though, I decided to add an extra sentence into my statement, except with a more calm voice. “The person who was originally on the phone hung up.”
“Okay, honey,” my mother responds.
I decide that my story if fine after debating whether or not to edit for the past thirty minutes. I just did not like the recent stuff I wrote, and I guess I must have had something in class that made me write so good… I am assuming because it was probably because I was watching Jane’s beautiful hazel eyes… I just noticed that we have the same color eyes… We have more in common with each other than I thought.
I start thinking about calling David just to ask him what his story is about, but he might get a little bit suspicious. I would never chea- Okay, maybe I would, but I already turned my paper in anyways, so if I called David and asked him what his story was about, I am sure he would tell me… If he even has a phone… I mean, he reads so much that I do not even think he would think about getting a phone, and I don’t think Mr. and Mrs.- Uhhh… Mr. and Mrs.- What is David’s last name anyways!? Well, anyways, I don’t think David’s “parents” would buy a phone because they are probably exactly like David. I know that not all kids have the same personality traits, but reading is usually a family trait, but then again, I am highly depressed, and my parents seem like the jauntiest people in the world. It is odd how that works sometimes.
I hear my phone ring again, and I pick it up instantly this time and ask, “Hello, who is this?”
“Jane… told me that my story is pretty good,” a voice that belongs to someone I know says.
“Mark? Since when did you like Jane? I thought you always hated how she fu—”
The person who is speaking into the telephone interrupts me. “Dude, this isn’t Mark; this is Roy.”
“Oh, hey, Roy,” I respond. “How is that science project with that frog going?”
“It is good, but I called to tell you that Jane is crushing on me, I reckon,” Roy proclaims.
Crushing on someone like you? Ha, ha! Roy, you would definitively be a miraculous comedian. You think a girl like Jane would crush on a guy like you? Please, that is…
Yes, I stopped myself in my own mind because I realize that I am really a loser with no friends. I have just been feeling like a popular jock from time to time after I went to the movie entitled “An American Haunting” with Jane and Alyssa… That is all… I guess Roy really does have better chance than me with Jane. Dang it!
“Yeah, Josh, I reckon that she’ll ask me out sooner or later,” Roy goes on about himself and Jane. “I mean, I reckon that since she is not going out with Alex, I reckon tha—”
I don’t normally stifle people that often, but I had to during this certain event. “Dude, why the hell do you keep saying I reckon? What, are you some freaking hillbilly now?”
Roy laughs and gives me a pretty good explanation for this. “No, you see, in my story my characters are from the South, so they are sort of like hillbillies, right? Well, I want to act like my characters so I get it down right the first time and I learn how they talk so I don’t have to go back to my story later on and edit it. You see?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I admit.
“Alright, well, I wish the best of luck to you for the story and your science project, but I reckon I should get off the telephone now because I am really grounded today and if my mother catches me she’ll do something that I should not mention,” Roy informs me.
“Alright, it was nice talking to you… I wish the best of luck to you as well,” I respond.
Roy hangs up his phone first, and then I hang my phone next. Then I take a sit back down on my chair that is near my desk which is in my room, and I punch my lamp and break the light bulb in it somehow because I have just learned that I have a new competitor… and his name is Roy.
Today is Friday and I think I should start working on my science project soon because the due date is getting closer and closer as the days pass, but I am more worried about the Scary Story Competition. I need to win this competition to finally win over Jane, and if I don’t, well, then I won’t have much of a chance at winning over Jane. Oh, Jane, how I wish you knew how I truly felt about you! I know you read my navy blue notebook that I kept around in sixth grade, but I did not write all my thoughts about you because I was scared at times that someone might find the notebook and spread the word about me liking Jane.
I am in my house right now, thinking about whether or not to edit my story. Of course I know I turned it in already, but I can still remember the important parts of my story, and I think I might tell more about the main character’s past. But I find it extremely hard to work in extra chapters after you finished writing the story, because then you have to mention something happening in the past! Like if you had two characters named Santiago and Bert, and they both hated each other deeply throughout the whole story, and you finished the story with them hating each other, but then you added a new chapter with them becoming friends, then you have to go to all the chapters after that chapter and edit out all the parts about them hating each other! I find it extremely agitating, but hey, every job is hard, or else they wouldn’t call it “work,” right?
I start to hear my phone ringing. I try to find my phone, but it is on my desk in my room, and my desk in my room is covered in papers that I don’t even need. I practically delve into the papers to look for the phone, and then I feel something that felt harder than what a paper would feel like, so I knew it was my phone. I turned on the “talk button” on my phone which would allow the person who is calling me to speak, but I guess the person must have hung up because I can hear that irritating beeping that you always hear when someone hangs up on you. Man, is that annoying or what?
“Josh, who is on the phone?” my mother calls down from the first floor of our house.
“No one, mom,” I practically scream back. I didn’t scream because I was mad, I just wanted her to hear me. To make sure she did not get mad me, though, I decided to add an extra sentence into my statement, except with a more calm voice. “The person who was originally on the phone hung up.”
“Okay, honey,” my mother responds.
I decide that my story if fine after debating whether or not to edit for the past thirty minutes. I just did not like the recent stuff I wrote, and I guess I must have had something in class that made me write so good… I am assuming because it was probably because I was watching Jane’s beautiful hazel eyes… I just noticed that we have the same color eyes… We have more in common with each other than I thought.
I start thinking about calling David just to ask him what his story is about, but he might get a little bit suspicious. I would never chea- Okay, maybe I would, but I already turned my paper in anyways, so if I called David and asked him what his story was about, I am sure he would tell me… If he even has a phone… I mean, he reads so much that I do not even think he would think about getting a phone, and I don’t think Mr. and Mrs.- Uhhh… Mr. and Mrs.- What is David’s last name anyways!? Well, anyways, I don’t think David’s “parents” would buy a phone because they are probably exactly like David. I know that not all kids have the same personality traits, but reading is usually a family trait, but then again, I am highly depressed, and my parents seem like the jauntiest people in the world. It is odd how that works sometimes.
I hear my phone ring again, and I pick it up instantly this time and ask, “Hello, who is this?”
“Jane… told me that my story is pretty good,” a voice that belongs to someone I know says.
“Mark? Since when did you like Jane? I thought you always hated how she fu—”
The person who is speaking into the telephone interrupts me. “Dude, this isn’t Mark; this is Roy.”
“Oh, hey, Roy,” I respond. “How is that science project with that frog going?”
“It is good, but I called to tell you that Jane is crushing on me, I reckon,” Roy proclaims.
Crushing on someone like you? Ha, ha! Roy, you would definitively be a miraculous comedian. You think a girl like Jane would crush on a guy like you? Please, that is…
Yes, I stopped myself in my own mind because I realize that I am really a loser with no friends. I have just been feeling like a popular jock from time to time after I went to the movie entitled “An American Haunting” with Jane and Alyssa… That is all… I guess Roy really does have better chance than me with Jane. Dang it!
“Yeah, Josh, I reckon that she’ll ask me out sooner or later,” Roy goes on about himself and Jane. “I mean, I reckon that since she is not going out with Alex, I reckon tha—”
I don’t normally stifle people that often, but I had to during this certain event. “Dude, why the hell do you keep saying I reckon? What, are you some freaking hillbilly now?”
Roy laughs and gives me a pretty good explanation for this. “No, you see, in my story my characters are from the South, so they are sort of like hillbillies, right? Well, I want to act like my characters so I get it down right the first time and I learn how they talk so I don’t have to go back to my story later on and edit it. You see?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I admit.
“Alright, well, I wish the best of luck to you for the story and your science project, but I reckon I should get off the telephone now because I am really grounded today and if my mother catches me she’ll do something that I should not mention,” Roy informs me.
“Alright, it was nice talking to you… I wish the best of luck to you as well,” I respond.
Roy hangs up his phone first, and then I hang my phone next. Then I take a sit back down on my chair that is near my desk which is in my room, and I punch my lamp and break the light bulb in it somehow because I have just learned that I have a new competitor… and his name is Roy.
