Speak. BERÄTTELSE PÅ ENGELSKA

Har inte riktigt läst igenom den än så har inte kunnat ändra om det finns några stavfel eller grammatikfel, men jag ska läsa igenom den en annan gång så, ja.. Och jag är bara 12 år och är inte så bra på engelska så, ja, ni får inte bli arga på mig om det är helt fel. xD

Jag vill gärna veta vad jag kan göra bättre så skriv gärna vad jag kan förbättra också. ^^

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Chapter 1.

“And that is why”, said Mr.Gregory and wrote on the blackboard with his white crayon, “you all are going to write a short story that revolves around how you feel when you read Romeo and Juliet. Give the story your own colour, I want the text to affect me and the rest of the class.” He stepped away from the board. It said

Be not afraid of GREATNESS

I wrote down the quote from Shakespeare and drew a ring around it in my notebook. The bell rang and all the students started put their stuff in their bags and walk out from class.
“Don’t forget that your story has to be 5 pages long!”, Mr.Gregory said and then started to erase the quote on the blackboard. I put my books in my backpack and hung the bag over my shoulder to walk out the classroom with my classmates. When I went outside I turned left. But when I started walking into the corridor I saw something in the corner of my eye. I turned right and saw a guy with a black leather jacket, jeans, a gray shirt and messy, brown hair. He had light brown/orange-type coloured eyes and pale skin. His jawbones were sharp and strong. He looked intensely at me. I stared back a while and tried to remember his name, if I even had met him. Was he a senior maybe? And if he was, why would he stare at a junior?
“Ariel?”, I heard a voice said and I turned away to the left.
“Huh?” It was Mr.Gregory. He was just about to lock the english classroom and he looked wonderingly at me with his keys in one hand and a couple of perms in the other.
“What are you looking at?”, he asked. I looked back to the spot where the mysterious guy had been standing. He was gone.
“Uhm..”, I started confused and looked back at Mr.Gregory.
“Is something wrong?”
“No! No, I just..” To make sure I looked back at the place where a boy just had been standing and he was still gone.
“You know you can always turn to me”, he said.
“Yeah I know I was just..wondering..”, I tried to come up with a good lie, “I was just wondering if we were going to give the story to you on wednesday or thursday next week?”
“Oh. Well, it’s wednesday!”, said Mr.Gregory. I nodded and looked down at his brown, leather shoes. It got quiet.
“Don’t you have spanish now?”, he said.
“French”, I said, “So I should probably go. Well, thanks!”
“Glad I could help!”
“Yeah.. Bye!”, and with that said I went to french class.

“Bienvenue à la classe française et aujourd'hui nous allons parler de différents auteurs de la France”, said Ms.Audet. Everyone sat quiet on their seats.
“Did anyone get that?”, Ms.Audet added and looked at all the students. Still quiet. She sighed and got a disappointed facial expression.
“Welcome to french class and today we are going to talk about authors from France”, a dark voice said. The voice came from the back of the classroom. Everybody looked back, including me. There sat the boy that had stared at me before.
“That’s what you said”, he continued and looked straight forward at Ms.Audet, not caring about all the eyes pointed at him.
“Good job Mr…”
“Carlisle. First name’s Jason”, he answered.
“Good work Mr.Carlisle!”, Ms.Audet said, “So let’s get started!” Everybody looked forward except me. I kept on staring. And he stared back. I looked at Ms.Audet and the blackboard as soon as I saw his eyes point at me.

When the class was over I was the first one to get out of the classroom and I went straight to my locker. I put my regular, military-green backpack in the locker and took my gymbag. I caught the boy, called Jason, stare at me again. I closed my locker and went over to him.
“Hi”, he said.
“Are you following me?”, I said angry. He was so tall I had to look up on him.
“What do you mean?”, he said and took out a gymbag out of his locker. I pointed at his gymbag and then at mine.
“Are you kidding me?”, I practically shouted.
“What?”, he repeated.
“In the corridor after english, french class, now at the lockers AND gym class?! This can’t be a coincidence.”
“I’m sorry to ruin your spooky thoughts, but I guess it just is a coincidence”, said Jason.
“Then why are you always staring at me?”
“I’m not staring at you, you’re staring at me”
“I’m staring at you because you’re staring at me!”, I shouted.
“Yeah, same.” Jason was still calm.
“Just leave me alone!”, I said and walked away to gym class.

I changed from my grey sweater-dress, black kneesocks, converse and red, longsleeved, checkered shirt to a grey t-shirt, blue shorts and jogging shoes. Then I put my dark brown hair up in a high ponytail. I went into the sports hall. Everybody was playing around with basketballs and screaming and laughing. Except for Jason. He just sat on a bench. Watching the others. And when I walked in of course he started watching me. I sighed and decided to try and not think about him. Not looking back.
Our gym teacher came into the room and got everybody to sit down at the benches and be quiet. I sat down far away from Jason.
“Okay class. Today we are not going to play basketball. So after I’ve finished talking I want you to put back your basketballs and take out the net and a volleyball. ‘Cause that’s what we’re gonna play. Vollyball. I will say a number and you will remember that number. Okay?” He started and pointed at one student a time.
“One, two, one, two...” Then he got to me and said “one”.
“Okay, I want the students with the number one on this side and the students with the number two on this side. Is that clear? But before you go there I want everybody to leave their basketballs in the storage and then set up the net. Am I clear?”, said Mr.Gardel. We nodded. “You are free to go”, he said and then sat down on a bench nearby.
I went to the left side, were Mr.Gardel had pointed and Jason went, thank god, to the left. We were the only ones that hadn’t played with the basketballs.
“I am going to kick your ass on this”, said Jason with an evil smile on his face. I laughed sarcastically.
“Yeah, you can try”, I answered cocky. The rest of the class came and now stood in position. A blond guy on Jasons team had the volleyball and coach blew the whistle. It started.
He shot the ball over to our side. A boy with dark skin passed a girl in front of me. She couldn’t get the ball as far as it took. I ran to get it. I jumped and used all my strength to smash it on the ground on the other side. Coach blew the whistle again and made a gesture to show that we got a point. Jason looked surprised, but kind of satisfied when he got a crooked smile. He picked up the volleyball and waited for coach. The whistle blew and he passed the volleyball to a skinny guy next to him. Everybody had their eyes on the skinny boy. Jason came from nowhere and smashed the ball to our side. I threw myself on the ground and punched the volleyball upwards. When it came back down I rolled to my back and smashed it to a muscular guy who had stood behind me who passed it to a girl next to him. She hid her face in her hands and stepped aside to avoid the ball. I heard a whistle when the ball hit the ground. I sighed and gave that girl a long and angry look. The muscular guy served and got the ball to the other side. A tall girl jumped to smash it back to our side again. I jumped to save the attempt of getting a point. I slipped and the floor came closer and closer. I landed hard on the ground. I felt how it burned on my knees and my right arm. I rolled to my back and looked at my knees. They were bloody. And so was my arm apparently. It was all scratched up. And before I knew it I saw Jasons face. He stood squatting beside me and inspected my arm and my knees.
“Are you okay?”, he asked. I laughed.
“Does it look like I’m okay?”, I said.
“No”, he answered.
“Well then theres something wrong with your eyes, ‘cause I’m fine”, I said and tried to get up. My legs were all shaky and my right arm couldn’t support me. I sat down again.
“I guess we have one thing in common”, he said. I looked into his eyes and wondered what we possibly could have in common.
“What?”, I asked.
“We are equal competitiv”, he said. I got quiet and we just looked at each other for a while.
“I think you need to get to the school nurse”, he said after a long time of staring.
“Fine, I’ll go there..”, I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Oh, no you aren’t.”
“Well then what do you want me to..”, I started but got interrupted by Jason picking me up and carrying me like a baby.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”, I complained.
“Nope.”
“Put. Me Down.”
“No.”
“Put me DOWN.”
“No.”
“PUT ME DOWN DAMMIT!”
“No.” I groaned.
“Please?”, I said as sweet as I could.
“No.”
“PUT ME DOWN YOU DUMB FREAK!”
“No.”
“You’re nothing but a stupid perv, you know that? Stalks girls, wait for them to get hurt and then helps them so they think you’re actually a good guy, but then you leave them ‘cause you found another hot girl to stalk and fool.”, I said.
“Yep”, he just said.
“Am I not heavy?”, I asked.
“Nope. Light as a feather.”
“Put me down”
“Aren’t we over that zone?”, he asked. I stayed quiet for a while.
“I’ll give you 10 bucks if you put me down.” That made him smile and laugh a little.
“No thanks.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t need it”
“Do you want a kiss?”, I asked. He got quiet.
“I’ll kiss you if you put me down.”
“No”, he said.
“What? You don’t want to kiss me? That’s quite rude actually. I’m hurt, do you want to hurt your number one girl you stalk?”
“I mean ‘no’ as in even if I put you down you wouldn’t kiss me. Not for a million dollars.”
“And how do you know that?”, I asked.
“Who would want to kiss their stalker?” We got to the school nurse and he put me down to knock on the door.
“Oh. Yeah, now you put me down”
“Do you want me to pick you up again and kick the door in?”, he asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes as an answer. The nurse opened the door. Her gray hair was up in a bun and she had a white sweater and white, long pants.
“How can I help you?” I opened my mouth to answer, but Jason interrupted me.
“Hi, my friend here hurt her knees and arm in gym, she’s bleeding, and we hoped that you could clean up the wounds and put on a patch or some bandages?”
“Yeah, I can see that she’s scratched up. Come on in”, said the nurse and walked inside. Jason was about to pick me up again, but I limped rapidly towards a couch and practically threw me on it before he could start carrying me around like a sleeping child again. He sat down on an armchair next to the couch and looked at me. To avoid awkward staring I pretended he wasn’t there and looked at the clock instead. The school nurse had went in another room with alot of cabinets and after a minute or two she came back with wet napkins, some wound cleanser, two big patches and a bandage. She started cleaning my wounds. It burned and hurt and I winced while making uncomfortable faces from time to time when she hit a very bad spot in the wounds. She wrapped my arm up with the bandage and covered my knees with the huge, white patches. Then she pulled out a notebook and started asking me questions like “What’s your full name?”, “Which grade are you in?”, “What’s your parents names?”, “How did this happened?” and then she wrote down all my answers. Then I was good to go. Well, not good to go, but good to limp. But of course Jason had to at least have his arm around me to help me walk.
We walked out from the nursery.
“That’s a beautiful name”, he said.
“What Ariel? No way! It’s like that Disney mermaid..”, I muttered.
“Well I like it”, he said.
“Well of course, you’re my stalker.” He stopped, walked in front of me. Close.
“Just because you know I’m your stalker doesn’t mean I’ll stop stalking you, you know”, he whispered in my ear. I got goosebumps and blushed just by him being close to me.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop stalking me..”, I murmured and looked down at my shoes. He laughed quietly.
“Yes, you did. You said ‘just leave me alone’. Or, well, screamed.” I just stood there quiet. Blushing. Thinking about if it would become awkward if I kissed him. Then I looked up at him. Our faces got closer and closer. When I realised what I was doing I pulled my head away.
“So, what’s your next class?”, I asked and started limping again. This time he just walked next to me.
“History. You?”, he answered.
“Math”, I said and then we walked in silence.

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