TITLE: Little Bit 6/21/14
By Rachel Jamerson
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I don’t know why I try so hard to make Jodie and her friends like me, they are stuck up, lazy and all they think about partying. They wouldn’t know how to treat a real friend if they had one. So why do they make me feel so, so inadequate?
The wind is sure kicking up a dust, must be a storm brewing. Sometimes I feel like a storm is going on inside of me. Why is life so complicated? Going to the baseball games with Dad used to be fun, watching Billy play. Dad would get so excited when Billy hit the ball. Going to the Den for hotdogs after the game; riding Billy on Dad's shoulders when his team won. OK Julie Benson stop the whining, you’re not six years old anymore.
The sky is getting darker; I wonder what is keeping her “Royal Highness?” She is probably drooling over Mitch Wilder. Everybody thinks he is such a Hunk. Personally I think he is just a... who am I kidding he is gorgeous! A face to die for, eyes you could drown in. Oh well, drowning in Mitch’s eyes is not something I have to worry about. Too bad I had to take after Grandma Benson; fourteen years old and still wearing little girl’s jeans. There must have been a midget somewhere in grandma’s family tree.
Well finally, here they come with the entire football team in toe. Probably making plans for the homecoming dance. No one even asks me for my homework. What is it with me? OK, so I’m short, well small and short but... Wait a minute, that’s Mitch in his red convertible he’s not with Jodie. He drove right past her and didn’t even honk. Jodie old girl you must be slipping. I don’t believe it, he is stopping here.
“Hey ‘Little Bit,' got a date for the dance?”
He’s asking me to the dance... me...to the
homecoming dance...Mitch ..
“Are you alright?”
“All right, uh--yes, of course! What did you say?”
“Do you have a date for the homecoming dance?”
“Well...no, not yet that is.” Those have to be the bluest eyes I have ever seen. I must be dreaming. I...
“Well, how about it, want to go with me?”
“With you, uh, uh, why yes that would be nice.”
“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven, see ya!”
Mitch Wilder! I have a date with Mitch Wilder! I...oops here comes Jodie. She is not happy. Now this is going to be sweet!
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