Everything started as a normal day. I woke up, got changed and headed to school. The only difference was that today was the schools sports day. Every year our school would do a sports day were the most athletic people would rise to the top and leave danglers hanging. Most people do it to get out of class but for me it means a lot more than "off timetable day". This is when I get to show off and win. After all that's why we compete, to win. Isn't it? On my arrival to school I was greeted by my friends is the nicest way "Awright fannybaws". This is how we greet each other- today was Fannybaws, tomorrow is poppycock, the day after is slipshit and so on. My reply is a not so calm, a punch to the arm that leaves a memorable bruise. This makes no difference though as they then reply with "Fuck was that for dip'n'dick". Isn't it nice to be Scottish? Hell, it could be worse I could be an Englishman sitting sipping my cup of tea confronting my companions about cricket. The buzzer went and I headed to pe with a smug look on my face. With Miss Moore running the place like a prison, we were given 5 minutes to get changed, warmed up and ready for our first event.
Everything was going well. With two of my three events out the way I only had the 80m sprint left. Looking at my opponents there was no real competition- a few waddlers, idiots, smokers and one die-hard ready to win, me. Just before my heat took off one approached me.
"Bet you £10 that I beat you."
I laughed and agreed knowing he was only joking. After all he wouldn't stand a chance against me. It was strange he came to talk to me though. Why would he? I have never breathed a word to him in my life. Maybe he just wanted a laugh with me. Our race took of with a blow of Miss Moore's whistle. Of course I was leading and then went on to win 3 seconds before everyone else. As I said- they don't stand a chance.
That boy comes over to me again.
"Did I mention it was Monopoly money?"
Once again I laughed at it and walked away.
That night I stayed up with the thought of what happened today. Why did he talk to me? Was he trying to be nice? Was he just up for a laugh? Or was he trying to become...... my friend? He is just another person so why do I worry? Let's just go in tomorrow and hope he doesn't approach me again.
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HumorThis is a short story based on Alexis who enjoyed their daily life until another person batters into it. At first this new person seems ok but as days pass slowly they become annoying and is slowly killing Alexis inside. This story is written in Ale...
