Leithreas

ok, so thats not the title of this piece. im gonna post a few more once i finish them. Its basically my english homework that i'd thought i'd share with all of you guys. well here goes nothing...


I never really had any friends while I was in elementary school. I guess you would put me in the loner group. Me being new to the school, I didn’t know anyone and no one knew me. That was fine though, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I actually enjoyed being alone in the silence. During recess I wouldn’t try and make friends with anybody, I’d usually go about doing things by myself like sitting next to a tree, or taking a nice quiet stroll around the school. It wasn’t much, but it made me happy.

My mom never let me out of the house much. My curfew was 8pm during elementary school, but soon dropped down to 6:30 once I got into middle school. I didn’t think too much of it though, me having no friends I was usually home on my computer or playing video games. School was the only place I could escape from my family. There I had no one watching over me. Well I did, but it wasn’t as noticeable and there weren’t as many limitations I had while under my parent’s rule.

When I went for walks, I would usually find some place secluded, that way no one would find me. I’d have the entire time and place to just sit and think. I don’t quite remember what I thought about, probably something that happened earlier in the day. If something bothered me, I’d just go there during lunch sit, and think over it. Usually it would result in my pushing my feelings farther down inside and start to think of something else.

People tended to stay away from me. That was a good thing, I suppose. I like to be alone, and hate being around people. It’s not that I’m shy; it’s just that I don’t like people. They always tend to screw things up or make things worse. Taking walks and find secluded places always made me feel better. It was like I was in a world all to myself. No one telling me what to do or how to do it, just me and my own limitations.

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Leithreas

“Santa” brought me a new bicycle for Christmas, and my mom thought it might be a good idea if I started to ride my bike to school. I thought that was a good idea too. It was only a mile away and most of the terrain was level. This would give me plenty of time to think.

Well, me having the over protective mom, she made me buddy up with a kid at school incase something happened, and like always something happened. As soon as I got to the kids house, I had noticed that two other kids were walking in front of me. “No worries,” I told myself. They’ll just get off the bike path and let me pass them.

They moved, like planned, but I guess it wasn’t far enough. All I remember was skimming the little girls arm as I passed by. I immediately blacked out. The girl, Marianne, said I had flipped over my handlebars, scraping my back as I continued to move forward. After about three feet, I ended up making a sharp turn into the long downward hill of the greenbelt that was right next to the path.

I tumbled all the way to the bottom with the bike passing over and under me like a fierce tidal wave engulfing a surfer. The next thing I knew, I awoke in an unfamiliar kitchen not knowing where I was at or what had just happened. All of a sudden, a middle-aged woman walked up to me and asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was fine and that I didn’t feel any of the cuts. That soon changed as I started to get up from the chair. The pain scurried through my body and almost paralyzed me, forcing me to sit back down and try not to move a muscle.

The lady asked for my phone number so that she could call my parents. Looking over at the clock, I noticed the time was 9:30am, an hour and a half after school started. I gave her my phone number wondering if my parents would be mad knowing that I missed part of school. It turned out that my mother didn’t really care that I missed school. She was mostly worried about my physical health and how to get me clean again. She was instructed by the lady to bring me a new shirt. To me, I didn’t even want a shirt. I just wanted the one I had to be off so the fabric would stop rubbing against the scrapes.

I was brought home and found out that my bike had almost no damage to it. It was all fine except for the right handle bar; the end had been pushed in. It didn’t even affect the way the bike rode. When I got home, I was stripped down and ordered into a bathtub to clean my wounds. It wasn’t much, but the places they were at made the pain ten times worse. The wounds didn’t take too long to heal, but once they did, I soon pushed the incident into the back of my mind, forgetting about it. The only scar I was left with was the one on my left elbow. Funny though, because that was the smallest scrape I had, but it left the biggest mark from that accident.

AndieBear

I wonder why it is, that you don't "like people"? I mean, I understand it's a pain to be the new kid in school, and soemtimes that can take a while to get over and make new friends, but eventually someone else comes along and they are the new kid. I mean I can relate to a point that I just don't get a long with other girls. It's like they say one thing, but mean something else. If I want to havea confuzing conversation, I'd talk to myself. I prefer guys who are pretty blunt (hehe) and straight to the point.

It's not good to stuff those feelings, but you know all that.

It must have been freaky as hell to wake up in someone elses kitchen. You're lucky you didn't have more of a cuncussion or something. You're mom should have taken you to the dr anyway, but they usually tell you to just monitor it. An X-ray or something wouldn't have hurt though.

I like your description in your writing,(especially the wave engulfing the surfer...hehe good one) and your modesty shows as well. Try to be more involved in your writing, I know that's hard for you, but when speaking of personal experiences, it helps to show emotion or details that would express them without taking over the story. Maybe it's just me and that's what I like in a story, it might just be a girl thing, as that's how we relate to the world, through emotions. I'm definetly interested in hearing more about your childhood though.

Keep them comming!! Good job!

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Super Woman

i don't think they are depressing, people childhood's usually are. makes me think about mine and how it seems like an incomplete dream. i think both of them were good. i liked the second one with the story, but the first one gave me a bigger picture and had more relevence in the present time. good job leith.

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vaya

Bravo! It makes me think of my own childhood as well, and roaming endlessly through the schoolyards... very reminiscent.

Got any more in ya? I'd like to read them.

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Heathen

I don't like people either, but the funny thing is that once you've approached and talked to them (or the other way round), they no longer become people. You know them. They have names. I only really found friends when I met people who did the same thing, were on the same level as me, same wave-length, people I could relate to. Great story, I'd agree with AndieBear though, show some more emotion. I don't think it is just a girl thing, because emotion works anywhere any time. Adds depth.

Other than that, great! Really liked it, subtle, yet meaningful.

Leithreas

Ok, here is another one. This is talking about the football playing days that I had.

I never really played with people while I was at school. I’d stick to myself a lot, but when I did play with the other kids, we would usually play football. I wouldn’t know if you would call it playing football, it usually consisted of the whole class splitting up into two teams and having a touch/tackle game. Sure that might seem as not having very many people, but when you were in a multi-aged class room, the numbers got bigger and bigger each day.

We started out having about ten people playing. Then the next thing you know, the entire class was playing. We had about forty people playing each day, with teams of twenty and twenty. Since there were so many people, only the popular kids actually played. The rest of the kids would just run around and cause mass confusion.

The school kind of got mad at us for losing all of their balls, so we had to stop until we found another ball. I offered mine a lot, and soon it became an everyday thing in which I would bring the football so we could all play. Since my best friend had become popular, I was usually following him around with the rest of his clique. The rest of his friends ignored me, but ended up passing me the ball every once and a while. Not because they thought I was good, I think it was just their way of saying thanks.

I became very close to my football, even though I hated the sport. I wrote my name on it so no one would take it home. That seemed to work, but after awhile the name wore off. This one kid, that my only friend was friends with, had put the title of “The Man” on his football, because he was one of the better players. I took that idea and ended up writing “The Little Man” on mine. Everyone laughed at what I had done, so did I, but it was better than having my name written on it.

There was one day, though, when one kid wouldn’t give my ball back to me. I started yelling at him, and soon the rest of the team started arguing on my side. The kid decided it would be cool to kick the ball as far as he could in the opposite direction of the school once the bell rang. I didn’t like that. I ran towards him and tackled him to the ground. Everyone was surprised because of how weak I was. I took him down pretty fast, then I went and got my ball from where he had kicked it. I ended up getting a short form for tackling him, but I didn’t care, I had gotten my ball back.

Herb Ninja

Those are some awsome storys, it reminds me so much of my old school days. Thanks Leithreas, keep the storys coming if you wish, if ya don't wanna, no problem. Peace-

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Super Woman

lol, good job!! i should learn how to tackle people.

AndieBear

I'm with you super woman...that'd be cool. Good job on standing up for yourself.