Post by xxfernandaxx on May 12, 2010 18:57:43 GMT -5
Okay!!! So I already kind of have this story done, so it wont happen what happened with my other story that I just didnt know what to do... So yeah, its a totally different plot. like WAY different, so I hope you like this one and yeah the idea kind of appeared when I was listening to "Waht Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie. and please comment and let me know what you think! reading comments makes me want to continue writing
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Sarah once told me that love is watching someone die.
-But who is going to watch me die? - She asked. – Who?
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After Christmas break, back in 5th grade.
-Hello students – my teacher started – I hope you guys had a wonderful break and are ready to work
General groan from the class
- I guess you are not, but well, you will have to… anyways, we have a new student, her name is Sarah, please be nice to her and Sarah? You will be sitting next to Damian, Damian please raise your hand.
What?!?! The new girl is sitting next to me? She is not even pretty! Anyways, I raise my hand and Sarah comes and sits next to me then she smiles at me.
Whatever. I’m not smiling back.
-Hi – she says shyly.
-Hey – I said and looked away when our eyes meet, okay, just because we are sitting next to each other means that we are going to be friends, right? But then I noticed how Sarah was staring at me.
-Hum, can I help you? – I asked.
-Oh no... well, Gosh, your eyes! – She admitted.
-Oh – I laughed. Yeah I know, FAIL! But... it was funny, don’t blame me.
-Is that your natural color? Like, you don’t wear contacts or anything? – She asked
-Nope, I’m all natural – I said with my signature smirk; pretty cute according to the girls from my class.
-Wow! That’s so cool! I wish my eyes were blue or green, but no! They are brown. – She said disappointed.
-I like brown eyes. – I told her.
She blushed and then smiled.
7 Years Later.
-Damian McGinty! Give me back my iPod! – Sarah yelled.
-Never! – I yelled back and I started running away.
-Damian, please! – She begged.
-Hum, what do we have here? Oh look at that! Celtic Thunder! – I said laughing.
-Yeah, you know I love Celtic Thunder – she said.
-No, you don’t love the band, you love me.
-Yeah, yeah I love you Damian; can I PLEASE have my iPod back?
-Nope!
-Damian!
-Sarah!
-SHARON!!! – Sarah screamed.
-Damian, give Sarah back her iPod – Sharon said in a these-two-teens-are-killing-me tone.
-Fine – I said – Have your iPod before you start crying.
-Oh! you are so funny, Damian – Sarah said rolling her eyes.
-I know… it’s a gift.
-Of course it is – she said coldly. I guess she was kind of mad.
-Oh come on! You know I was just messing with you! – I told her opening my arms for a hug.
-Ugh! Get out of my way – she said and she walked away.
I just smiled. I know Sarah like the way I know myself, that’s her way of saying “I know, its cool, but I am going to pretend I am mad at you”
Sarah and I have been best friends since, hum, well we met each other in fifth grade, I remember I didn’t like her, she seemed of the annoying kind of girl, but then she said something about my eyes and then we just started talking, then we became more close in 6th grade. People usually think that we are dating but nope, we are best friends.
-Are you still mad at me? – I asked Sarah an hour later.
She sighed.
-No, not really, but if you take my iPod again I will have to kick you in the butt. – She said so serious.
-Oh, that sounds painful – I said.
-It will painful, so you better be careful McGinty.
-Okay I will – I smiled and then I sat next to her in the couch. – I need to choose what songs I want to sing for the next tour.
-Hum, what do you have in mind? – She asked me.
-I don’t know yet, Sharon wants me to sing this song about a male prostitute or something.
-A male prostitute? – She asked raising one of her eye brows.
-Well yeah, it says something about Standing on the corner watching all of the girls go by…
-Oh, Damian! That is not… oh whatever, so are you singing that one?
-I guess, yeah.
-Cool. I can’t wait to see the fan’s reaction when you sing the part that says “Giving all the girls the eyes” with that smirk of yours.
-You know the song?!?!
-Yeah… - she said laughing.
-Of course you do, geez Sarah, I really wish you could come with me on the tour.
-I guess… but anyways I want to stay here, you know home, and well touring it’s not really in my what-to-do list.
-I know…I know!!!
-Yeah, I know that you know, why are you getting so excited?
-I know what other song to sing! Home by Michael Bublé.
-Oh, that is indeed a lovely song.
-It is! You know? That song reminds me of you.
-Really? How?
-I don’t really know, it just does.
-Oh you silly boy.
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Comment if you love the idea of an arrogant 10 year old Damian xD or even if you dont... please comment(:
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Sarah once told me that love is watching someone die.
-But who is going to watch me die? - She asked. – Who?
*************************************************
After Christmas break, back in 5th grade.
-Hello students – my teacher started – I hope you guys had a wonderful break and are ready to work
General groan from the class
- I guess you are not, but well, you will have to… anyways, we have a new student, her name is Sarah, please be nice to her and Sarah? You will be sitting next to Damian, Damian please raise your hand.
What?!?! The new girl is sitting next to me? She is not even pretty! Anyways, I raise my hand and Sarah comes and sits next to me then she smiles at me.
Whatever. I’m not smiling back.
-Hi – she says shyly.
-Hey – I said and looked away when our eyes meet, okay, just because we are sitting next to each other means that we are going to be friends, right? But then I noticed how Sarah was staring at me.
-Hum, can I help you? – I asked.
-Oh no... well, Gosh, your eyes! – She admitted.
-Oh – I laughed. Yeah I know, FAIL! But... it was funny, don’t blame me.
-Is that your natural color? Like, you don’t wear contacts or anything? – She asked
-Nope, I’m all natural – I said with my signature smirk; pretty cute according to the girls from my class.
-Wow! That’s so cool! I wish my eyes were blue or green, but no! They are brown. – She said disappointed.
-I like brown eyes. – I told her.
She blushed and then smiled.
7 Years Later.
-Damian McGinty! Give me back my iPod! – Sarah yelled.
-Never! – I yelled back and I started running away.
-Damian, please! – She begged.
-Hum, what do we have here? Oh look at that! Celtic Thunder! – I said laughing.
-Yeah, you know I love Celtic Thunder – she said.
-No, you don’t love the band, you love me.
-Yeah, yeah I love you Damian; can I PLEASE have my iPod back?
-Nope!
-Damian!
-Sarah!
-SHARON!!! – Sarah screamed.
-Damian, give Sarah back her iPod – Sharon said in a these-two-teens-are-killing-me tone.
-Fine – I said – Have your iPod before you start crying.
-Oh! you are so funny, Damian – Sarah said rolling her eyes.
-I know… it’s a gift.
-Of course it is – she said coldly. I guess she was kind of mad.
-Oh come on! You know I was just messing with you! – I told her opening my arms for a hug.
-Ugh! Get out of my way – she said and she walked away.
I just smiled. I know Sarah like the way I know myself, that’s her way of saying “I know, its cool, but I am going to pretend I am mad at you”
Sarah and I have been best friends since, hum, well we met each other in fifth grade, I remember I didn’t like her, she seemed of the annoying kind of girl, but then she said something about my eyes and then we just started talking, then we became more close in 6th grade. People usually think that we are dating but nope, we are best friends.
-Are you still mad at me? – I asked Sarah an hour later.
She sighed.
-No, not really, but if you take my iPod again I will have to kick you in the butt. – She said so serious.
-Oh, that sounds painful – I said.
-It will painful, so you better be careful McGinty.
-Okay I will – I smiled and then I sat next to her in the couch. – I need to choose what songs I want to sing for the next tour.
-Hum, what do you have in mind? – She asked me.
-I don’t know yet, Sharon wants me to sing this song about a male prostitute or something.
-A male prostitute? – She asked raising one of her eye brows.
-Well yeah, it says something about Standing on the corner watching all of the girls go by…
-Oh, Damian! That is not… oh whatever, so are you singing that one?
-I guess, yeah.
-Cool. I can’t wait to see the fan’s reaction when you sing the part that says “Giving all the girls the eyes” with that smirk of yours.
-You know the song?!?!
-Yeah… - she said laughing.
-Of course you do, geez Sarah, I really wish you could come with me on the tour.
-I guess… but anyways I want to stay here, you know home, and well touring it’s not really in my what-to-do list.
-I know…I know!!!
-Yeah, I know that you know, why are you getting so excited?
-I know what other song to sing! Home by Michael Bublé.
-Oh, that is indeed a lovely song.
-It is! You know? That song reminds me of you.
-Really? How?
-I don’t really know, it just does.
-Oh you silly boy.
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Comment if you love the idea of an arrogant 10 year old Damian xD or even if you dont... please comment(: