Niblet is a big fella that loves to play rough with everyone. Sometimes he accidentally injures them in ways I couldn’t even imagine! I’m glad I don’t know him so well!
Squirt is a really scrawny character that just loves football to the core. He tries to catch it as much as he can, and when he misses a game or if his team lost, he would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Thank God I’m not a football fanatic!
As for Lucky, he always gets lots of girlfriends, whom are always prettier than me. They also get invited to all of his parties, which I never get invited to because apparently I’m not “cool” enough. There was no way he would pick me to be his next girlfriend. Or so I thought.
There’s this girl named Molly, who’s Dolly’s little sister. Dolly already graduated a couple years ago. She was the type of girl that wouldn’t hurt a fly, unlike her sister. Molly’s been pushing me around since I first came to this school in ninth grade. She thinks she’s the prettiest girl on campus even though everyone else thinks she’s just a wannabe. She also tries to take my sweet Lucky away from me!!
It was a pretty-much normal day at Greensdale High (for me anyway). I was pushed to the floor by Molly for the millionth time, my textbooks and papers flying in all directions. I thought I would have to deal with her again, but, out of nowhere, came Lucky. He and his two friends were walking down the hall like usual and apparently Lucky saw Molly push me at the last second. He walked up to her in a normal, cool, don’t-really-care kind of look on his face.
“Hey, Lucky,” said Molly. “How was practice?”
“Fine,” Lucky responded. “Why did you push that innocent girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Molly said.
“I’m sure you do,” Lucky replied.
“I…I don’t!” Molly stammered.
Lucky just stared into her eyes intensively. She finally cracked and yelled, “Okay! But I did it only because she’s a loser!!”
“Nobody’s a loser on my campus,” Lucky shot back.
“FINE! If that’s the way you want it!” Molly shouted.
“Go,” Lucky demanded.
With a look of anger by Lucky’s words, she stormed off down the hall while everyone let out a happy cheer.
“YOU’RE ALL LOSERS!!” Molly yelled and turned the corner in anger, stomp, stomp, stomping away.
Lucky turned his head and saw me on the ground. He knelt down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up onto my feet in one swift, quick motion. It was breathtaking.
“You alright?” he asked.
“I think I’ll be fine,” I replied.
He stroked his hand on the back of my head and neck. It felt kind of odd, creepy, and, yet, settling and satisfying at the same time.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t do that again,” he said to me. It was a promise worth keeping to him.
I could only gaze in aw in his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. They sparkled like emeralds. But my fantasy was cut short when one of his friends (Squirt to be exact) called to him, “Yo Lucky! We gotta go!”
Lucky turned his head back to me and said, “I’ll return for you.” Then we was off.
I stared after him while he was running down the hall, thinking…thinking about what he said. “I’ll return for you.” I couldn’t believe it. He picked me. Me! He was the man of every girl’s dream! And he picked me! Of all people, why me? Was it my hair? My eyes? My…personal parts that read keep-away-or-I’ll-kill-you? No. Couldn’t be. I know he’s handsome and all, but he’s not a pig. I hope.
“Don’t ruin this for yourself,” my conscience said.
“But I’m so curious,” I told my conscience. “Why now, in tenth grade, did he all of a sudden fall for me?”
“I have no idea!” my conscience said. “Now shut up and start walking! You’ll be late for class!”
Too late. The bell for class rang after I said to my conscience, “No need to be rude.” Crap! So then I ran down the hall as fast as my legs could carry me and I ran into my English room yelling, “Sorry I’m late!”
Mr. Learie looked at me. Just then, Molly piped up with a snooty, teacher’s pet kind of look and said, “Well, well, well. Look who’s late. Again.”
“Shut up, Molly,” I said to her.
“What? I ain’t doin’ ‘nutin!” She said and made a little cutsie face. That irritated me quite a bit. Sometimes I just wish that I could gain the ability to punch her in the face and see who’s being pretty now. Sometimes I also wish that she just get what’s coming to her, like what if she just falls down a well and she stayed there. Then we’ll see if Lassie saves her or not.
“Just have a seat Miss Cookie,” Me Learie said to me.
I sat down still a little pissed off at Molly, when I heard a little psst! I turned my head and there was Lucky waving at me, two seats down (the other chair was empty)!
“Pretty boring class…isn’t it?” he asked.
I was so busy listening to the teacher and thinking of a way to get back at Molly that I immediately forgot that he was there! Man I’m such a loser!
“Yeah, a bit,” I replied.
“Let’s ditch it,” he said to me.
I didn’t think that I heard him right. Did he just say that we should ditch English class!?
“Um…isn’t that bad?” I asked him.
“Yeah…and?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe I was saying this but, I said, “I don’t think so.”
“Atta girl,” he said.
What did he just say?
“Normally, girls would accept my offer. But you’re the only one that picked door number two. I like that in a girl. ”
He really likes me and the choices I make! I thought to myself.
After that second, I imagined me and Lucky. Together. It played out perfectly. Lucky would come home with his business suit and hat with his suitcase in one of his hands on his side yelling, “Honey, I’m home!” and the kids (a typical one boy and one girl) would run towards him yelling, “DADDY!!” at the top of their lungs. I would come out with my apron, oven mitts, and freshly baked pie saying, “Hi honey how was your day?” He would then explain how hard he worked and everything and I would just say, “well it’s great to have you home, sweetie.”
While I was still daydreaming about mine and Lucky’s perfect life together, I heard Mr. Learie yell, “Ahem!” at his loudest. I almost jumped ten feet in the air! I looked up at him, seeing why he made such a noise. He was in front of my desk, glaring at me. Glaring with those old, boring eyes that nobody ever liked seeing.
“Who are you talking to, Miss Cookie?” he asked me.
“Nobody, sir,” I told him.
“Then pay attention,” he told me.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
He turned his head back to the board when I heard that psst! again.
I turned my head again towards the sound when I saw Lucky passing something to me. It looked like a note.
“Here,” he said.
I opened up the piece of paper, and what I read made my eyes pop right out of my head! Here’s what it said:
You’re invited to the wildest party ever!!
~Lucky
The invitation had little party designs around it like balloons, streamers, and confetti.
“Is this an invitation for-?” I started to ask.
“Yep,” Lucky said.
I couldn’t believe it! He’s inviting me to one of his parties!! FINALLY!! Not many of the “uncool” kids are invited to his parties!! I’ve waited for so long!!
“So…you interested?” he asked.
I had no idea about what was going through my head at the time. Just, without hesitation, I suddenly jumped onto my desk and yelled at the top of my lungs, “YES!!!” and pumped my fists into the air. As soon as I was finished, the whole room was silent and everyone stared at me either in shock, shame, or anger. Mr. Learie’s face was definitely anger. I could tell by the look in his eyes and the expression on his face.
“I think a nice trip to the principle’s office will settle your outbursts,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I said to him.
I picked up my stuff and left the room to go to the principle’s office. One of the worst places to be in the school. As I walked out of the room, I could see Molly laughing at me silently with a little snicker on her face. Lucky just stared after me with a sad, guilty, sorrowful look on his face.
