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[Dogtail]

I could still remember that day. That day. The day it began. When it all began. The frenzy. It was a crisp, nice Tuesday of October. I exited the school building, welcoming the blacktop which was my playground. I was in fifth grade. My best friend, Russell, had gotten a girlfriend earlier that month. Morgane. I was against the relationship, of course. She was emo. She was negative. And Russell .. He was so nice, happy, the funniest boy on earth. That's when it happened. The beginning of fifth grade's end.

After a week, Russell's relationship was over. Done. Another week past, and then, that's when it began. The most popular girl in fifth grade, Dava, asked out Russell. But she, she didn't like him. She used him to convince other girls to ask out random guys. She nearly forced on of my friends, Ashley, to ask out this African American boy, Joshua. I had nothing against blacks, but they were just friends. A girl named Daria asked out a small blonde boy known as Ian. Rejection. Crying. Drama flared up instantly.

It was pure chaos, I was sure fifth grade would crumble. I was afraid. Terrified. A small brunette named McKenzie, asked out this tall dirty blonde kid named Joey. McKenzie was a shark, a jerk that make mean "jokes". Joey was this sweet guy that was average in intelligence, which his girlfriend lacked, and he was athletic. Guys were being asked out left and right, everywhere.

Twenty days past, and the couples shifted and broke up; there were six couples. Six. But it felt like thousands. Millions. Joey was repeatedly getting dumped, for a wrong accusation that he liked this girl named Katie. McKenzie, a brat named Leslie, and Dava. She dumped Russell, and went right to him. Russell is now with this nice, funny brunette named Lane. My friend Ashley asked out Ian, and they were officially an item. A small, brunette, and nice guy named Corey was with a small, blonde, sweet girl named Brianna. The drama slowly died off. And everything was perfectly fine.

Until. Until I found out something that crushed me. My heart, actually. My best friend since kindergarten and crush for three years, Jacob, asked out one of my friends, Keely. I died inside, but I didn't show it. I held it in, all the time. Everywhere. I didn't even cry about it or feel depressed about the relationship at home. I kept my emotions bottled up. And I'm glad I did, I was happy with myself not expressing myself for the first time. That's right, I was proud. I was grateful for that instinct. I was at ease, besides the whole relationship with Keely.

They broke up after a week .. It was a relief for me, because it was one less thing to worry about. I didn't care. I wasn't going to ask out Jacob, because apparently I was the only person in fifth grade that had common sense. I didn't want a boyfriend. I would get one in high school, I was sure of it. And that's the only time I want a boyfriend. But I found out on November 14th that they were back together. The only thing that bothered me was one thing ...

Jacob asked Dava to tell Keely that he was breaking up with her. She said, and I quote;

“Fine, I didn't even like him anyways. Besides, he's mean, gross, and annoying.”

A week—not even a week—later, BAM! Jacob asked Dava to tell her that he wanted to get back together with her. And Keely gladly said yes. So that day, once I found out about what happened. I decided to choose a path. I needed to get involved in this crap, I needed to get on the inside. A stupid choice, right? And the only way to get in was to have a boyfriend? Wrong. I titled myself as a 'RELATIONSHIP COUNSELOR'. I was in charge of all couples, I was also a therapist for recently broken-up singles. I know, I was delusional that day. Either that or I always am.


Friday. November 18th, 2011.

I had a crossword sheet flipped over, drawing the blanks for HangMan. It was our Thanksgiving Celebration in Religion class. I sat a large table, along with Dava, Jacob, Joey, Keely, and a boy named Noah. I looked up to see Jacob sitting with Keely, who were across from me. “Hey guys, I have a HangMan thingy set up. C'mon, who wants to guess the first letter?” Jacob didn't look up, and Keely too busy making waste of her paper by writing Jacob's name in colorful markers and then giving it to her boyfriend. “No! Not until I find this word on the puzzle!” He said, in a whiny little child voice. Keely gave him a piece of loose-leaf paper, waving it in his face. “Jacob. I made this.” She said, smiling all happy-like. But the brown headed boy ignored her, saying back in response, “Cool. That's really awesome.” He said, not even looking at her.

Dava got up, leaving the table and Joey. The yellow blonde popular girl told Keely to come with her. And, of course, she didn't waste anytime to follow, since Jacob was in his crossword puzzle zone. Unless Jacob was open to flirting with, she was bored and seeking excitement. I flashed my brown eyes back at my best friend, and pursed my lips. My hand nerves instantly reminded my brain that I had a sharp pencil in my right. I knew what to do. I reached across the table and lightly puncture the tan skin on his arm. His arm jerked back quickly, and he put a pouty look on his face. “Ow! That hurt!” He said with surprise, looking right at me. I took a good look at him; medium height, brown hair with straight bangs, slightly chubby, green eyes, tan, hairless skin, and glasses. And I pondered why I liked him, since most girls only liked guys for their looks. Was that sad or not?

I liked him because he was sometimes nice, always funny, smart, and athletic. But then I snapped back into reality, blinking my eyes in a dazed feeling. “Jacob .. Sorry. Just pretty, pretty please solve the puzzle? It's a good one.” I asked, my brown eyes wide, trying to do a puppy-dog face. He just looked at me, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. “Fine. Just .. Don't do that face. And ... Stop poking me with pencils all the time. Um, may I buy a vowel?” I nodded, and his last sentence made me smile softly. He was always so .. Charming, in my eyes. Wait, no, he wasn't. It was usually rejected by girls. I didn't find him charming, I just — Ugh .. He was funny, okay?

“P.” He said, a grin played on his face. I began to fill in the blank when I looked up at him, “‘P’ is not a vowel.” I said flatly, trying to keep a straight face. But he just looked at me, ad if I had a huge zit on my forehead. “And who said it was?” He questioned, scratching out the word 'yams' out of his puzzle. I just stared at him, like he was some idiot that should be locked up in a mental hospital. “You did.” I said, a smiling creeping up on my lips. “I know, I was just kidding.” He said, laughing softly with a bright white smile on his face. I laughed along with him, but briefly. And then I compared myself to him. I was tall, blonde, skinny, brown eyes, palish skin, hairy arms. In appearance, we were complete opposites. But in personality, we we twins; sometimes nice, always funny, smart, and athletic. The only thing I had that he didn't was that I was an amazing artist. I was the best in the whole school. K four through eighth grade.

“Ha, ha, ha. Okay, one 'p'. What is your next—” I was cut off, with Keely barging in with a smile on her face. “Joey! Joey? Dava broke up with you!” I froze, turning away from Jacob. I wasn't focused on him at all. I didn't say anything, though. I figured out from my experience that I tended to speak too much, and make problems worse. The bell rang, and we gathered our books and lined up to leave the classroom. I looked at Joey, who was walking with Jacob to the line. “Joey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me because I'm a—” Again, I was cut off. But Jacob was the cutter this time, “Shut up, he doesn't want to talk about it, Mary Grace!” My face turned into a disappointed frown, and I just murmured softly, “Oh ..” And I left the classroom behind the line.


SPANISH CLASS. UPSTAIRS.


I hurriedly walked up the three flights of stairs to get to the hallway where Spanish class was held. I remained quiet, as I somehow ended up in the middle section of the mass of fifth graders, rather then the back. A binder, Religion book, Spanish folder, and my Mockingjay book were held in my hands while the class filed in the room. In Spnaish class, it was all about getting a great seat. My best friend ever, Amber—also Ashley's identical twin sister—, was already at a seat near the back, and was saving one for me. I took a seat, and soon after, Jacob took a seat behind me, and Joey sat beside him.

Now, here's the lineup of the classroom:

incomplete ,, to be continued ;;;

[Silver]

This is so amazing. Your detail is just...wow. I was hooked from the begining to the end. I simply cannot wait for the end.

[stark]

Really? Thanks.

Y'know, it's a true story on my life.

I might have tweaked a few things to make it funny or even exciting.
But it's based on true facts. xD

[Moonlight]

nice. i was hooked from beginning to end.

[Dogtail]

Thank you so much! :3

I'm using this as more of a diary .. So .. xD
But thank you so much.
I'm going to try very hard to get it done so you guys can read it. x3

[Quickfox]

: )
Strange ..
In Fourth Grade, I kind of had the same role .. 'cept .. we didn't have a religion or spanish class .. xD
And, of course, different names ..

[Dogtail]

Cool. xD

But the whole dating thing irks me.
IRKS ME.
IT VEXES ME.
IT ANNOYS ME.

I hate it, obviously. :3

[Quickfox]

Gawd, so did I. '-.-
..
And yet I ended up really liking this guy .. Lawl.

[Dogtail]

Pssh ..
I am real sad about my crush. >.>
It ain't fair.

I mean, I don't get it.

SPOT! VENT TIME! XD

I mean, my friend Hope said that if she was a guy that she would like me because I pretty.
My best friend Amber says I'm pretty.
So if he doesn't like me, it doesn't mean I'm ugly ..

I'm the funniest kid ever.
I'm creative ..
Athletic.
Smart.
Nice.
Talented.

And crap like that.

WHAT IS WRONG ?!?!?
I must know! o.e

[Quickfox]

Some guys are just .. um .. -nowords-

You are in the Fifth Grade right? -stalkstalk- xD
From how I know you, you very mature~<3
Some people just .. are not. xD I am in the 'Sixth, and, seriously, some of the people at my chool are just .. complete morons.

[Lilypool]

I love you Tas. I just friggin' love you.

-huggles- Your just so epic. <3 This story is amazing. I love it. ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. ^^ Detail is awesome.