It's been two months since i last blogged a story to you guys. Sorry for the wait. I still don't have a new story for this year. Today's blog will be something i wrote during those days of grade 9. I don't really have a title for it, but enjoy:
I go to a private school for uberly talented and special individuals. In other words, the people here are weird. First, let me introduce myself; I am Dezazzle Kabee and my specialty here, is the power of flying. I am considered one of those boring normal kids here at Super Pow High School. Even though my name has a touch of uniqueness, to the students and to this school, I’m a nothing. What’s really amazing is Jennifer Ryan. Such a gorgeous girl with an amazingly boring name. This girl is beautiful from head to toe. Her hair is as voluminous and shiny as a supermodel’s. Unlike my horse-tail hair, her’s is a lovely black mane. She inherits her mother’s doll face, with a pair of playful dark eyes, a petite nose and a flawless mouth. When her presence swifts through the halls of Super Pow High, every person turns and stares with awe. The stares follow her as she walks gracefully down the hall. I hate it when that happens because whenever that happens, I have to remember again that I’ve got nothing that she has, and what I have, she’ll never want. Jennifer Ryan is the magnificent goddess that everyone adores, but I personally think she just likes to haunt my hallway.
Today was one of those days when she just had an urge to pride herself of her beauty, so she decided to take a small stroll around the school. When she had just barely turned the corner into the hall where my locker is, I got pushed back by the people possessed by her. I got stepped on, my backpack got stepped on, and most importantly, my lunch got stepped on! My peanut butter and jelly sandwich was ruined by a crayola green high heel, and that girl wearing that set of stilettos didn’t even notice that her heel was planted into my sandwich. Jennifer tossed her raven-colored hair behind her shoulder and gave me a sweet, innocent smile. Before she completely passed by me though, she tossed me a white slip of paper. It was folded quite neatly and when I opened it, scrawled on the surface, was a small message:
Dezzazle, we need to talk.
Meet me at the back of the school at 11:50.
She was Jennifer Ryan. And I, didn’t care at all. 11:50 a.m. came and I ditched her like one of the only sane people too. Normally, if anybody got that kind of message from the queen of popularity, they’d be there an hour early to ensure that they wouldn’t be late. I didn’t see Jennifer the next day, and honestly, I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I had caused whatever had happened to her. On the day that she came back, her heels click-clopped all the way to where my territory was. She stopped there and tapped me on the shoulder. The world stopped. Everything and every person that was breathing that could see held their breath.
“Hi,” was all she said as she plopped down beside me on the floor. As shocked as I was, I managed to blurt out, “Why the heck are you talking to me?” She waited and then spoke, “I wanted to talk to you a few days ago, but you never came that time,” she paused, “I really needed to talk to you. Can we talk some more? Say, like after school? Same place?”
“What’s there to talk about? I don’t even know you! You’re Jennifer Ryan! Hellooo?” I answered rudely.
“Just because I’m Jennifer, doesn’t mean I‘m any different than you,” she said sadly and got up. She walked out the front doors of the school.
I just sat there for awhile. People that were staring started breathing again. I thought about what the most prettiest girl had just told me. And then, finally, it digested. I put all the pieces together. Just because she was pretty and everyone admired her, she was lonely. She had no friends. Most popular girls in chick flicks came with their very own two back-ups or side kicks. I realized that Jennifer had never had anyone follow her. She was always alone. I realized suddenly, that Jennifer Ryan deserved some respect. She did not befriend fakes for friends to solve her issues.
That day, I followed her commands and found her after school at the back. She sat on the cobblestone ground with her head buried into her knees. Her glorious hair was all over the place. I sat down beside her and patted her on the back.
“I just don’t get it,” I whispered as nicely as I could.
She looked up and I saw her vulnerability. Her eyes had this deep expression inside them and they looked lost. As lost as a boat out at sea on a storm. They were also wet with small tears.
“People always thought I was perfect. I’m not. They always thought because of my prettiness, I had friends. Wrong again. They just stare and follow me around, but never does anyone ever talk to me,” she tucked her head back into her knees. I felt empathetic as I warmed the ground next to her.
She started again, “ You were the only one that couldn’t care less about me. I liked how you ignored me. So here I am asking this simple yet complicated question: will you be my friend?” I didn’t say anything and she didn’t wait for my reply. “Can you switch places with me for one day?’ Her question caught me off guard. I squeaked out a “huh?”
“My special talent here at Super Pow High is the ability to basically, switch lives with someone for a limited time. Please?”
I’m not exactly sure what came over me, but I just thought of all those times I wanted to be pretty. I agreed, which alarmed me, after all, she just told me all those times she felt alone.
Just minutes after my decision, we made the switcheroo.
The first few minutes walking in her high heels made me feel confident and glorious. Than came lunch and I just did what I normally did and made my way into the busy cafeteria. I knew Jennifer was lonely but I went through the whole lunch without a single hello or hi. The students would just stare and carry on with their normal activities. As I walked out of the cafeteria I passed a group of guys. They just stared and looked me up and down.
‘How rude,’ I thought to myself.
The whole school day went by and I was left to meet Jennifer who was in my body at the back of the school.
She was flushed. She looked beautiful. And she was in my body! She had applied makeup on my body’s face. She made my body’s face look flawless. I don’t want to brag, but hey, I looked spectacular! Amazed, I just stood there silently till she started to talk.
“WOW, that was so great! I had so much fun! You’re life is great!” she exclaimed.
“You’re life sucks. Like really. Today was horrible,” I replied.
She just giggled. “We’re switching now, close your eyes.”
I did. I shut them tight. I really wanted this to all end. Her life was terrible, just terrible. I had my eyes shut for awhile. I felt nothing so I finally I opened my eyes. Jennifer beamed.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to stay like this for a little while longer…Okay, I’m done.”
She closed her eyes. I felt her concentrating hard and then I felt it. There was a tingling feeling and it crept up my skin.
It happened quick, the switch was done.
“Dezazzle! Open your eyes!” the switch was done.
I sighed, relieved to be myself again. Jennifer Ryan practically knocked me over and gave a huge hug and squealed.
“OMG, so now that we’re friends. We can do this all the time!”
The End.
So there you go, my fellow fans. :)
And just to keep you guys in the "know", (not exactly sure if that makes sense, but i think i've heard it before) i'm currently beginning on my new short story for the grade 10 year.
Hope you guys are ready to read soon,
~ML.
