Meet Michel, Jeannie, and the What?
Meet Michel. He is what you would call a popular jock with big, yet overlooked problems. Now meet Jeannie. She is what you would call an average, run-of-the-mill girl with small, but obvious problems. While he’s hitting homeruns, she’s hitting the encyclopedias (Well, there’s something you don’t see everyday), and while he’s doing slam-dunks, she’s slamming the door on innocent little Girl Scouts trying to sell butter cookies (those poor kids). I guess you could say that there are no two more unlike people on the face of the Earth. So, why did Fate decide to bring them together? How should I know? I’m not the one in control of the future…
It began as a normal, and yet not so normal, day of school. As usual, Michel was surrounded by his best buds and his crowd of wannabes, while Jeannie was sitting all alone in the corner. Unfortunately, Nora, her best friend, had caught the known-to-be-nasty flu epidemic, which had been going around school for the past couple of days. It was approximately 8:36 AM, which was about four minutes before the students would have to crowd into school to begin another grueling day of tests, pop quizzes, and red-faced teachers with detention slips. Yep, the day had definitely begun. This, my friends, is where the story truly begins, except it isn’t I who will dictate it to you. No, that would be boring…Hey, I’m Michel… Michel Silver. Most people just call me Gold, because silver is only second best. You’ve probably heard of me. Not to be bragging or anything, but practically everyone has. I guess I’m pretty popular around my school, if I do say so myself, but I have no real life whatsoever. I just follow the crowd, while the crowd follows me. I probably have less of a life than that girl sitting on the front steps before school. Did I tell you about her? Anyway, one day, I was standing in the crowd, while a bunch of me-wannabes chattered around me. I thought my eardrums were gonna pop, so I left and looked around. The Wannabes didn’t even notice, because they were debating which was my favorite ice cream flavor: Rocky Road or Cookies ‘N Cream. My favorite flavor is not nearly as fancy; it’s just… wait a minute, I’m not gonna tell you, ‘cause you’d sell it to one of the Wannabes, who would bribe another one, who would bribe another one into giving them the pencil that I dropped in Math class, but forgot to pick up. Well, I’ll get back to the subject. There in the corner, I saw her. She was sitting on the front steps, reading an outdated classic (novel, I mean). I don’t think I’ve ever seen her around before, but maybe I have. Who knows … The Wannabes are always jostling around me so much that they block my peripheral vision, so I never see anything that’s not practically right in front of my face. Well, there’s the bell… catch ‘ya later. Wait a minute… Is that picture of the genie from the drama club’s “Arabian Nights” play poster moving?!?!? Naw, can’t be… or could it?
Hello, my name’s Jeanna-Maria Francesca MacDonald (No, I can’t get you free french-fries…). Actually, just call me Jeannie. Wait a minute… you know my name? You know who I am? Oh-my-gosh… seriously? Well, that’s a surprise. People who aren’t my mom, my dad, or my best friend Nora normally don’t even know I exist. Even my grandmother forgot about me after I grew out of my pink Gymboree jumpsuit with the “cute” white bunnies on the pockets. I’m just a normal, average, thirteen year-old girl trying to stay alive in Junior High. Actually, some people think I have problems, but I know that I’m not the one with the problems. It’s really the rest of the world. I just go to school, eat, sleep, inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide, which is food for the trees, by the way. Actually, am I really breathing oxygen? I mean, with all the pollution, you really can’t tell… Oh yeah, and I also try to be a “good student”. I’m pretty sure I’m smart, but should I tell everyone? Nah… I’ll just keep it a secret. Well, anyway, here I am, reading a REALLY good book and minding my own business and I get that creepy feeling that someone is watching you. Then I think to myself that it just couldn’t be possible, and it must be my very big imagination, because no one ever even looks my way. Ok, I better go, the bell is ringing, and the Michel-Wannabes and the Rachel (Michel’s rumored girlfriend)-Wannabes are bound to trample me over if I stay in front of the school’s entrance… Darnit, I tripped over… What is that, a golden lamp that looks like it belongs in Aladdin?!? I must be dreaming… or worse… living. (That was a joke, people… That’s what’s wrong with the world today; no sense of humor.)
So, what happens next? You continue!