Post by LovelyJeanette on Dec 30, 2005 18:07:08 GMT -5
Since You've waited so patiently, here is the next chapter!
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Note: Dave is NOT Matthew. Matthew appears in this chapter
Chapter two
“Let’s sit here, Chris” I said as I entered the pizza parlor with my friend, Christine. “That way we’re closer to the soda fountain” Chris grunted then said “All right Ginis”
“For the last time Chris, I don’t like being called that horrible name! Isn’t that the name of a type of beer?” I asked, for the millionth time.
“Dunno” Chris replied. Chris was big on short replies, that is, unless she was ranting about something. Then she would grunt in between complaints
We sat, and began pigging out on mozzarella sticks. That is, until a bitchy boy and his even bitchier girlfriend walked in and sat, where else, but across from us! Chris yelled “Get a room!” before grumbling under her breath “Wonderful, just wonderful” Chris said sarcastically. “You just had” here Chris paused to snort “to pick this table” she snorted again “of all tables to sit on?” She covered her eyes with her hand and groaned. “Look at her… uggghhh! And look at his pants! The crotch comes down below the knees!”
I got up to get some more Sprite, and Chris began glaring at them. The boy, maybe a little older than us, was looking at us like we were aliens. Then he turned back and began kissing his girlfriend again. I came back and set the Sprite on the table, then disappeared down the hallway leading to the bathroom to go to our secret clubhouse- the roof. I said hi to Matthew who was already there, and a couple minutes later, Catherine joined me. We began planning the next 4-H meeting.
I was president, Chris was vice-president, and Matthew was secretary. We had to get the handouts and information and dates out to the appropriate people… by today. But our moms thought we had already done it. Thus, we had to do it now. Matthew showed us the handouts, and the dates suggested from his laptop screen, and we approved and changed a few things to fit our calendars. Then, with a click of the mouse, the info, handouts, and dates for the fundraisers and activities were sent across the net to the various 4-H officers, and to the leaders.
One thing accomplished, we moved to the next thing. The teen weekend at the local community college must be planned. Many people wanted a dance, and loads of social times, but we had to get something academic done as well. Matthew suggested leadership activities, and we all agreed. While Matthew and Chris brainstormed, I called our leader, Mrs. Smith, on Chris’ cell phone, and asked her for ideas for activities and workshops having to do with leadership. I got off the phone and told them what she had said, and they thought her ideas were a lot better than their ideas. So they crossed off their ideas, and put on her ideas.
“Do we really have to have a dance?” Matthew whined. “I hate loud music, except classical, and I highly doubt people will want classical music.” Chris leered at him “You want classical music?” she guffawed at him. “Well so do I” she added in her abrupt manner. “But you can’t have everything” Matthew and I chimed in before she could say it.
“The thing is” Matthew said “We really need a DJ for the dance, but I don’t know who to call” Chris snorted and proclaimed “I will have nothing to do with the picking of DJ’s!” before snorting again and falling silent. I looked at Matthew helplessly. I was just as ignorant as him, and if Catherine knew anyone, she wasn’t going to open her mouth.
“Maybe we could-“ Matthew began, but then stopped. “what’s that noise?” We froze as a black haired head poked its way up the stairs.
Rating: scroll up top
Note: Dave is NOT Matthew. Matthew appears in this chapter
Chapter two
“Let’s sit here, Chris” I said as I entered the pizza parlor with my friend, Christine. “That way we’re closer to the soda fountain” Chris grunted then said “All right Ginis”
“For the last time Chris, I don’t like being called that horrible name! Isn’t that the name of a type of beer?” I asked, for the millionth time.
“Dunno” Chris replied. Chris was big on short replies, that is, unless she was ranting about something. Then she would grunt in between complaints
We sat, and began pigging out on mozzarella sticks. That is, until a bitchy boy and his even bitchier girlfriend walked in and sat, where else, but across from us! Chris yelled “Get a room!” before grumbling under her breath “Wonderful, just wonderful” Chris said sarcastically. “You just had” here Chris paused to snort “to pick this table” she snorted again “of all tables to sit on?” She covered her eyes with her hand and groaned. “Look at her… uggghhh! And look at his pants! The crotch comes down below the knees!”
I got up to get some more Sprite, and Chris began glaring at them. The boy, maybe a little older than us, was looking at us like we were aliens. Then he turned back and began kissing his girlfriend again. I came back and set the Sprite on the table, then disappeared down the hallway leading to the bathroom to go to our secret clubhouse- the roof. I said hi to Matthew who was already there, and a couple minutes later, Catherine joined me. We began planning the next 4-H meeting.
I was president, Chris was vice-president, and Matthew was secretary. We had to get the handouts and information and dates out to the appropriate people… by today. But our moms thought we had already done it. Thus, we had to do it now. Matthew showed us the handouts, and the dates suggested from his laptop screen, and we approved and changed a few things to fit our calendars. Then, with a click of the mouse, the info, handouts, and dates for the fundraisers and activities were sent across the net to the various 4-H officers, and to the leaders.
One thing accomplished, we moved to the next thing. The teen weekend at the local community college must be planned. Many people wanted a dance, and loads of social times, but we had to get something academic done as well. Matthew suggested leadership activities, and we all agreed. While Matthew and Chris brainstormed, I called our leader, Mrs. Smith, on Chris’ cell phone, and asked her for ideas for activities and workshops having to do with leadership. I got off the phone and told them what she had said, and they thought her ideas were a lot better than their ideas. So they crossed off their ideas, and put on her ideas.
“Do we really have to have a dance?” Matthew whined. “I hate loud music, except classical, and I highly doubt people will want classical music.” Chris leered at him “You want classical music?” she guffawed at him. “Well so do I” she added in her abrupt manner. “But you can’t have everything” Matthew and I chimed in before she could say it.
“The thing is” Matthew said “We really need a DJ for the dance, but I don’t know who to call” Chris snorted and proclaimed “I will have nothing to do with the picking of DJ’s!” before snorting again and falling silent. I looked at Matthew helplessly. I was just as ignorant as him, and if Catherine knew anyone, she wasn’t going to open her mouth.
“Maybe we could-“ Matthew began, but then stopped. “what’s that noise?” We froze as a black haired head poked its way up the stairs.