Back with Demi!

Do you remember Demi, the character I presented… let’s see when… Okay, it WAS a long time ago: June 29, 2009!!! It has been more than a whole year since I wrote the first story about Demi. Here’s the link to the first post, Daily Life.

So, I will write another story featuring Demi! However, this time she – my character; she isn’t real – is sittin’ on a bench in the Science lab! Here I go!

NOT REAL; THIS IS JUST A STORY!

Science Class

From Demi’s Diary

Today, in school, I met this new guy. His name is Peter. He was coming down the main stairs this morning, but he seemed not to know where to go. I asked him what was his next class, and he happened to have Science – same as me. I didn’t want to go to Science because all the jocks are in that class, and none of my friends are in it, so I never have anyone to be my lab partner. Even worse, all the jocks used to snicker at me in the beginning of the year, because I always got A’s in tests, quizzes, projects and labs. Instead of making everyone want to be my lab partner, it had the exact opposite effect. Everybody now loathed me and laughed at me because Science was my best subject, instead of PE just like for them. So I always end up being alone, or last pick. It’s already bad enough to ALWAYS be last pick in PE. Now, Science too? How fair’s that I’m not allowed to be good at my favorite subject? Because of that whole thing with the popular people, I never dared to get an A ever again.

But, I mean, this new guy had Science with me. He didn’t know about my history in seventh grade Science class. He didn’t know any of the above. So he could be my lab partner! I mean, he was actually kind of cute, too; he didn’t look like a total stupid like the jocks at my school do.

I asked him while I guided him through the packed hallways towards the lab, “Are you good in science class?” He answered me with a shy smile and the simple phrase, “Not much.” He added, “I’m better at Art. And also English.” I told him, “Then maybe I can help you. I’m fairly good.” He smiled again, and proposed, “Well, we could be lab partners.” Then, he quickly added, “I-I mean, if y-you want. I’m sure a smart girl like-like you already has a lab partner.” I told him that I actually didn’t, and that yes, I would like to be his lab partner.

We got to class just on time. As I sat in a corner next to a jock who was getting picked on because I had to sit by him, Peter sat on the farthest bench he could, hoping not to attract people’s views.

The teacher announced, “Today we’re switching it up! You can pick your lab partners and your seats.”

I walked right to Peter, who was trying to walk to me. However, one of the popular girls walked to him and said, “Come sit with me!” Was I about to lose my only chance of a lab partner? The girl obviously thought him cute, same as I had.

He looked at me. He looked at her.

I said, as coldly as I could, “I am already sitting with him.”

He seemed to have decided for me over her, when she said, “Oh my God, you’re sitting next to that loser?? She SUCKS in Science. I’m serious. She’s this class’s worst student.”

I couldn’t believe what she had just said. Suddenly, Peter became all jocky-like and moved to her side. I realized he had been faking a shy, Art-guy attitude all along. He was probably only good at PE, like all of them.

So I just stood there and sat down, and I was alone again. I copied my notes numbly as I tried not to think. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. It was the principal’s secretary. She asked, “Can I take out Demi, please?”

The teacher said, “Sure”, and let me go. I found myself sitting on the principal’s office, next to a friend of mine, Mark.

“Hi, Demi!” he greeted. “Do you know why we’re here?”

I didn’t have time to answer negatively. The principal opened her door and said, “How are ya two?” We answered we were fine, and she invited us in. Then she told us we had been selected to be part of the regional Science contest, with people from the surrounding international schools. And then she said, “You will have to be in the same Science class to complete your project, which will be made during class and in extra times after school, before school, at home, on the weekends, whatever! But you’ll be doing this project together. So, Demi, I switched you to Mark’s class. Here’s your new schedule.”

I high-fived Mark, and I waited until sixth period was finished, so I could go to Math, my second-best class. In the outside grounds of the school, where me and Mark went,  he suddenly grabbed my hand. not with violence; only with something I couldn’t understand yet. But I let him do so. I turned around to see him, and I realized something I had never realized before: he was cute. Twenty-billion times cuter than Peter. My heart was set racing.

That’s when I thought that life was the best place to be in, after all.

The end.

So, did you like my story?? If you did, comment!! (It’s way different from the original, though. I guess I’ll post a story featuring Demi just like the original one… SOMEDAY!!!!!!!!!! )

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